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tigriswolf) wrote2007-10-02 07:26 am
tigriswolf) wrote2007-10-02 07:26 am
lightning from a clear sky - SN fic - PG13
Title: lightning from a clear sky
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU after “Scarecrow”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 815
Point of view: third
Dean discovered his ability completely by accident, and it wasn’t something he’d have ever thought could come in handy.
Sam had a vision-induced migraine and they were shagging ass three states west, hoping to actually make it in time to save the poor bastard. The music was off, Sam whimpering and curled up as much as his Sasquatch body would let him.
It was a bright, shiny day, the kind Sammy usually enjoyed the hell out of, but today it just added to his pain.
Dean wished that it wasn’t so bright and clouds moved across the sun, blocking it all the way to their destination.
He thought nothing of it, that first time.
Three weeks later and Dean had a headache. He’d been tossed into a wall by an angry spirit, hitting his skull and blacking out for a minute. His head hurt for two days, nonstop, but they had to move on before the authorities caught wind of them.
The sky was clear, the sun beaming down—and a sharp, constant ache in his head made him want to die.
Please, stop being so bright, he begged the world, and clouds covered the sun.
He was too far out of it to catch on, then, but third time’s the charm.
It was dark and overcast; looked like dusk, but it was barely noon. They were hunting a special breed of revenant that feared sunlight, but the persistent storms had been letting it out at all hours of the day.
It headed straight for Sam; Dean’s gun jammed and he yelled in frustration, “Some sunlight would be good right now!”
The clouds parted and the revenant shrieked as it disintegrated.
Dean and Sam stared at each other. “Wow,” Dean chuckled. “Lucky.”
But he’d begun to suspect, and he bet that Sam was starting to catch on.
So he practiced. He’d look at the sky when it was clear and, feeling stupid, asked, “Clouds, please?”
And clouds covered the sun.
Or vice versa: he’d clear the sky when it was overcast.
He never brought this talent up with Sam, and few weeks after the revenant incident, Sam started the discussion.
“Dean,” he said, “we need to talk about it.”
“No,” Dean responded, hating to disappoint. “We really don’t.”
Sam gave him the stubborn-little-brother look, but Dean held firm: there was nothing to discuss. So he had some freaky weather mojo—not important. Not like Sam’s ability.
But Sam kept bringing it up, determined to not let sleeping tigers lie. Dean finally said, “So what if I can affect the weather, Sammy? Nothing’s changed.”
And Sam gave him another look. “Don’t you get it, Dean? Everything’s changed.”
It took lightning striking hunters after Sam for Dean to finally realize Sam was right.
A stupid sum’bitch aimed his gun at Sam and began spouting off about unnatural freaks who needed to die for the good of the world.
Another hunter held a knife to Dean’s throat and his wrists were tied, but he still kept struggling, beyond panic and all the way into terror.
Sam’s gaze hadn’t left Dean. The hunter kicked Dean’s feet out from under him and he fell hard.
“This is necessary,” the hunter said, voice calm. “You’ll see.”
The bastard by Sam cocked his gun. That sound penetrated Dean’s haze and he remembered the wildcard he held.
Out of a clear sky, lightning flashed. The hunter dropped his gun and fell over, dead. Sam threw himself to the side as the second man pulled out his own piece, but another bolt struck him.
Across the field, the brothers stared at each other. Sam moved first, racing to Dean and helping him up.
“Okay,” Dean admitted once he was steady, “maybe it’s useful.”
His heart still raced and for days that feeling didn’t leave him—the sheer terror of being sure Sammy would die.
Three weeks after killing the two hunters, and a yellow-eyed man appeared in his dream.
“Somehow I missed you,” the man told Dean. “Looked at you when you were six months old and found you wanting.”
“You’re the demon,” he realized. “The one that killed Mom and Jessica.”
The man nodded. “Sammy’s my special boy,” he said. “My favorite. But you…” He studied Dean in silence for a minute. “I should kill you. But that, I think, would be counter-productive. Sammy wouldn’t appreciate it.”
Dean straightened, anger spurring him. “Leave my brother alone.”
“You get that spark from your mother,” the man purred, stepping close. “Sam’s been my son just as long as he’s been your brother. Which of us has a greater claim?”
Far away in the dreamscape, thunder rumbled. The man smiled. “You’ll be fun,” he decided, and Dean woke up.
Outside the motel room, a storm raged. Dean, lying awake in bed, made a decision of his own. Fine, he thought, listening to the rain. It’s war.
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It'd be an awesome power, too.
I think you wrote this well (duh), the progression of Dean (and Sam) catching on, connecting the dots. I also think I won't get tired in a hurry of the scenarios where hunters become hunted, and someone's holding either of the brother's lives in their hand.
Though I have to admit trying to figure out where and how, exactly, Sam is in that scene with the hunters.
And to end it with YED visiting Dean...
It's war.
Just... yes.
Bring it on.
Thank You.
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Sam's being held hostage by a hunter, just like Dean.
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Favorite lines:
and a sharp, constant ache in his head made him want to die.
Poor Dean!
“Okay,” Dean admitted once he was steady, “maybe it’s useful.”
*g* I love his understatement.
Far away in the dreamscape, thunder rumbled. The man smiled. “You’ll be fun,” he decided,
Eek! Creepy!
Outside the motel room, a storm raged. Dean, lying awake in bed, made a decision of his own. Fine, he thought, listening to the rain. It’s war.
Determined!Dean: yummy. *g*
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Thank you for reading!
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*g* True, true.
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What what really got to me though was this line:
“Somehow I missed you,” the man told Dean. “Looked at you when you were six months old and found you wanting.”
I cannot stop thinking about it! The sinister undertones and possibilites. I can imagine this scene so clearly.
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