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tigriswolfTitle: reflects the other
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Charles Horton Cooley.
Warnings: spoilers for “All Hell Breaks Loose”; non-con; incest; AU?
Pairings: Yellow-Eyed Demon/Mary; John/Mary
Rating: R
Wordcount: 480
Point of view: third
Dedication: sadelyrate. She pointed out a major plot point of this ficlet.
sadelyrate. She pointed out a major plot point of this ficlet. Marior swore its father would never touch it again. It ran the first chance it got, hid itself in a human-skin, became the woman Mary.
Mary’s husband, a brave warrior, never knew what he wed. Even after her father reclaimed her, John didn’t figure out the truth.
Over the years, he guessed that Sam was something more than human, but he never suspected Dean. She’d never intended to have Sam, so all of her power was wrapped up in Dean—she thought that to be why John never imagined him to be more, like Sam. Mary’s spell was woven through Dean’s blood, shielding him—but the power weakened over the years, and from her cage of flesh and fear, she watched her father torment her son.
Kalion could touch Dean, could bleed and torture him, could reach into his body and tug at his tissue—but her father could not speak his name, if Dean knew who he was.
Child, Kalion whispered as Dean begged, your son is a gorgeous creation—both of them are. I want them, Marior.
No! she howled in her prison. You cannot have them!
Her father laughed, giving John back his body for a few minutes, letting Mary’s men have a shred of hope. You had the one last moment allowed, Marior—request no more than that.
Kalion left John and returned to Mary, laughing as he materialized. Your boys are fun, sweetling, most fun I’ve had in a long time.
Leave them alone, she pled. You have me.
Her father touched her with one shadow-hand. I want a complete set, m’dear.
Mary sobbed, turning away; Kalion leaned close, solidifying into the being she saw in Sam’s nursery, her last night alive. He entered her cage and pulled her to him, kissed her on the lips.
I will have your sons, Marior, just as I have you. His voice seared into her soul. And with them, I’ll take the world.
No, she whispered, submitting. Please, Father. let my boys go.
Kalion stroked her face. They are mine. The other children are mere humans with a drop of my blood, but Dean and Samuel—they were formed of my seed. He pressed her against the burning bars of her prison, scoring the naked skin of her back.
I gave you ten years of humanity, child, he said, thrusting into her. I let you have your fun.
She wept, not fighting. If she had never run, never created the woman-skin—from the moment she conceived her boys in her human womb, they had been lost.
And the world with them.
It was clever, he told her, that spell around your firstborn. Names have power. But it won’t matter. He pulled out of her and she slid to the floor.
They’ll win, she said, her only hope left.
And her father laughed. He kissed her forehead and he laughed.
Title: Oedipus Rex
Fandom: Greek mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for the myth
Pairings: het incest
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 320
Point of view: firstish
Oh, Oedipus, you poor boy,
cursed from birth with such
a cold, cruel destiny—
Those three sisters wrote this for
you, Oedipus; they knew it would come to this.
You thought to save your parents
and instead strode straight, bravely,
to your destiny—you married a queen
and became king, cursed Oedipus.
You murdered a man in the midst of a quarrel—
an old man, weak; and you in the prime
of life. Did it please you, bringing down
the proud? Punishing him for his arrogance?
You became king after killing him, given
a wife and a crown: quite the reward, no?
Did something feel wrong before
you learned the truth? Were your dreams full of portents?
Oedipus, sad, sorry boy—no, man—you killed
your father—not the man who raised you,
no, but the man whose blood formed you—
and gave your mother daughters—how
destinies fall! You sought to save your
parents from your curse, sweet child, and
instead made it come true.
If only intentions were rewarded,
instead of actions, dear Oedipus—
surely then your life would have been
happier, your ending sweeter.
You learned the truth and gouged out
your lovely, sinning eyes.
You found your mother—the woman
who bore you and bore your children—
beautiful, Oedipus. You looked upon
her and her form pleased you.
She was your wife—
such a sin, Oedipus!
Such a sin: kill your father
and wed your mother—
aye, it is a Greek tragedy.
And now you wander the countryside,
only your daughter—your sister—
with you, to aid you and care for you,
to protect you from yourself.
You seek absolution, poor, cursed Oedipus.
But you shall never find it.
You sinned in ignorance,
because you sought to keep your parents safe,
those kind folk who took you in
and raised you as their own.
Your intentions were noble—
but nobility, in the end, means nothing.
Title: wherever you go, I will go
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Ruth.
Warnings: none. Could be read as pre-pilot or not
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
John never intended for Dean to think himself less, always think of himself last. He only wanted Dean to watch out for Sammy, to protect him, no matter what.
But Dean—for whatever reason—took all of John’s words to heart and decided to take care of everyone else in the world first. He saw to John and Sammy before himself, threw his body between them and danger—against strict orders—and nearly died so many times that John finally stopped counting.
But Sam remembered every one, and hated John for each.
So did John, come to think of it.
Title: child of my right hand, and joy
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Ben Jonson.
Warnings: spoilers for season two
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 510
Point of view: third
Bobby met John Winchester by accident, on his last hunt. John was still just a pup by hunter standards, still burning with rage at Mary’s murder.
Fool boy nearly got himself killed and Bobby saved his life. John was bleeding from his left shoulder, a wound like Bobby hadn’t seen in years. They were half a day from Bobby’s house, but a hospital was only twenty miles down the road.
John was in no shape to argue, so Bobby hauled his ass to the emergency room.
Two days passed before John was in any condition to introduce himself, or tell Bobby about his boys. He gave Bobby the room number.
Bobby went to the motel, wondering when he became a ‘sitter for baby hunters and their kids. He let himself into the room with John’s key, immediately searching for the boys. They were huddled together in the bathroom, the older no more than five and the younger still just an infant.
“Dean,” Bobby said softly, like he talked to his dogs. “I was sent by your daddy. He wants me to bring you to him.”
The boy’s hazel eyes were wary, and he shifted so that the baby was more behind him.
“He said to tell you that the password is toss around a football,” Bobby continued.
At that, to Bobby’s relief, Dean relaxed and allowed Bobby to pick Sam up, lead them to his truck. Sam babbled to Bobby, but nothing he could understand; Dean never made a sound.
He dropped the boys off with John and headed home, never expecting to see them again.
But he did, a dozen times over the years. He came to love the boys like nephews, though John often got on his nerves. The last time he saw John alive, John told him to keep out of his affairs when Bobby asked him about Sam. They’d never agreed that John raised his boys right, and John started in on how Bobby had no kids of his own, where the hell did he get off?
Bobby reached for his shotgun, cocked it, and said, “Get the hell of my land, Winchester.”
John went, Dean with him, and Bobby never saw John again.
Maybe, Bobby thought later, he should’ve told John about Catherine and the baby that died with her, but by then it was too late.
Bobby knew the boys when they were babies, knew them as stormy teenagers, knew them as men.
After Jim and John’s deaths, he was the one that knew them best in the world. So when he saw Sam dead in Dean’s arms, Bobby knew the boy would do something. He flashed back to that first time in the bathroom—twenty-four years gone and yet nothing had changed.
Dean was his daddy’s son, and Sam was all he had. Bobby wished he could keep Dean from doing something stupid and irrevocable, but he knew better.
So he helped Dean move Sam. He knew them at their beginning, and he was determined to know them at their end.
Title: with a whimper
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season two
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 535
Point of view: third
They catch him half a step north of the Rio Grande when Sam’s been dead six days. He doesn’t even try to run or fight.
Victor is disappointed. Two years, he’s chased the fucker, and at the end, Winchester just… gives up.
When he got the call, Victor couldn’t believe it.
Sam Winchester’s body, one bullet in the heart, unharmed but for that—left like trash on the northern rim of the Grand Canyon. Something was very wrong with the picture.
Victor couldn’t figure it, at first. Half of the most wanted pair in the US, abandoned by the man who’d kill cities for him? Didn’t make sense.
But then Gordon Walker, newly escaped from prison, turned himself in and confessed to the premeditated murder of one Sammy Winchester. Then he said the magic words: I can get you Dean.
“They’re supposed to—well, were supposed to meet up in Mexico City,” Walker told Victor. “By now, though, Dean’ll know somethin’s wrong. Wouldn’t surprise me if he already knows Sammy’s dead.”
He didn’t sound remorseful at all and Victor had to know. “Why’d you do it?”
“Kid was damned unnatural,” Walker answered, a fanatic light in his eyes. “The world’s a better place now that he’s gone.”
Walker gave them Winchester’s last known location and from there the trail was easy. He wasn’t even trying to mask his tracks. Victor knew from that that somehow Winchester had learned of his brother’s death.
But he’d expected something more. A defiant last stand. Not the broken man who came silently and never met Victor’s eyes.
Winchester offers no defense, no argument. He sits quietly in the cell and at the table. Even when put on the stand and ordered by the judge, he never speaks.
He asks once to see Sam’s body. Those five words are all he says for eight months.
People visit him in prison—Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Missouri Mosley. He never says a thing to them, either.
Victor is the one that takes him to Sam. A dozen men, ex-SEALs and ex-SWAT, come with them.
Winchester looks at the body, touches Sam’s hair. He says nothing. Victor misses the smart-ass he used to be.
Winchester spends ten minutes with Sam, just carding his hair, and then their time is up.
Dean Winchester is a model prisoner. He never gets in fights or mouths off—in fact, he never speaks at all. He unnerves the other inmates so much that they leave him alone.
Victor keeps tabs on him, waiting. He’s sure the man he chased will reappear, the minute eyes are off him.
But eight months after Sam’s body was found, Dean Winchester turns up dead in his cell.
There isn’t a thing wrong with him, beyond his heart not beating.
Victor is at a loss, so he goes to South Dakota and Bobby Singer.
Singer nods when Victor tells him. “His year was up,” the man says. “Stupid boy.” But he says nothing else.
Singer is the one who claims the body, just like he took Sam’s. “I’ll see to it,” he tells the authorities.
Victor just lets it go. He never understood the Winchesters, and he sees now he never will.
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:38 pm (UTC)One thing that really struck me in With A Whimper was the (intentional?) mirroring with what we've read of Dean in John's journal after his mom's death, that he didn't speak for months.
But god, just... the whole piece is heartbreaking.
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Date: 2007-09-13 04:07 pm (UTC)And witnessing this all from Henricksen's POV?
Fantastic.
I'll now go to my corner to rock myself, kthxby.
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Date: 2007-09-13 09:20 pm (UTC)*twirls*
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Date: 2007-09-13 05:01 pm (UTC)I also believe that Bobby at one time may well have had a family. Love how you wove him in to their lives in the last two pieced.
I think the drabble was incredibly powerful. 100 words with a lot of punch, and a John-apology at the same time! Yay, John.
But yeah, if Dean were to lose Sam *now*, when he literally has no more bargaining chips? I can see him giving up.
Your writing never fails to ask the hard questions, and doesn't flinch from difficult answers.
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Date: 2007-09-13 09:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-13 09:11 pm (UTC)Winchester offers no defense, no argument. He sits quietly in the cell and at the table. Even when put on the stand and ordered by the judge, he never speaks.
He asks once to see Sam’s body. Those five words are all he says for eight months.
People visit him in prison—Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Missouri Mosley. He never says a thing to them, either.
Victor is the one that takes him to Sam. A dozen men, ex-SEALs and ex-SWAT, come with them.
Winchester looks at the body, touches Sam’s hair. He says nothing. Victor misses the smart-ass he used to be.
Winchester spends ten minutes with Sam, just carding his hair, and then their time is up.
*shudders*
Beautifully done.
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Date: 2007-09-13 09:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-09-13 09:53 pm (UTC)i now have to remind myself that these are fictional characters, and if Dean's heart is broken, the world will not come to an end
otherwise, I may just stay sitting here, rocking back and forth, with tears running down my face, for some hours yet
"with a whimper"-- brilliant
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-14 03:20 am (UTC)I like how you captured so much of the Winchester dynamics in such a short space.
Favorite lines:
He saw to John and Sammy before himself, threw his body between them and danger—against strict orders—and nearly died so many times that John finally stopped counting.
Oh, Dean.
But Sam remembered every one, and hated John for each.
So did John, come to think of it.
Great ending.
child of my right hand, and joy
Good look at Bobby’s interactions with the Winchesters over the years.
Favorite lines:
The boy’s hazel eyes were wary, and he shifted so that the baby was more behind him.
Oh, Dean. Fiercely protective even at this young age.
Maybe, Bobby thought later, he should’ve told John about Catherine and the baby that died with her, but by then it was too late.
Poor Bobby. I do often wonder if he ever was married and had kids.
So he helped Dean move Sam. He knew them at their beginning, and he was determined to know them at their end.
Lovely, aching last lines.
with a whimper
This one breaks my heart. So, so sad to think of Dean without Sam, and it hurts to see him so silent and withdrawn. Great job with both Victor and Gordon’s characterizations, especially Gordon’s. You captured him very well.
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Date: 2007-09-15 08:36 pm (UTC)I knew the story'd be gold!
It's probably wrong to think "reflects the other" is awesome, all things considered, but... Names have power, indeed. And oh, Dean...
"wherever you go, I will go"
*shakes her head* That boy...that boy and his screwed-up ideals...
"child of my right hand, and joy"
The reason for Bobby to drive John and Dean off his property is certainly worthy of a thought or two.
And this?
I wouldn't be surprised at all if it'll be canon, one day.
"with a whimper"
*whimpers*
The fic itself is downright perfect: every single character 'sounds' like themselves. Even Dean and Sam . And Bobby... *loves* He's awesome.
Victor, though... can go screw himself for all I care. Perversely, I hope he'll stay around. :)
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Date: 2007-09-18 12:36 pm (UTC)with a whimper
Date: 2007-09-18 02:14 am (UTC)Good thing for Gordon that Dean's yr is up.
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Date: 2007-09-18 04:56 am (UTC)I love that. They're so wary of Dean; they believe he could fight his way through any lesser force.
And Bobby, picking up the pieces every time....
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Date: 2007-09-18 12:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-18 09:20 am (UTC)I only read one of these ('With a whimper') and it broke my heart....
Amazing.
It looks like what happened in AHBL (The deal) gives sooo much ideas to write very angsty and sad and dark fics...
LOL, I even wrote one too. And I used Gordon and Victor too LOL... (so I kinda liked this even more because of that...) ;D
Like I said. This was amazing ;D
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Date: 2007-09-19 08:37 pm (UTC)with a whimper
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