SN drabbles - gen, PG
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tigriswolfTitle: the young man who has not wept
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Santayana.
Warnings: AU for “Bedtime Stories”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 555
Point of view: third
Notes: C’mon—didn’t anyone else want Dean to take a bite of the apple?
She holds out the apple with an innocent, little-girl grin. He takes it, even though he knows better, because he can’t do anything else.
He raises it to his mouth, touches the cool skin with his lips, bites into it. It tastes sweet, juicy on his tongue—until it doesn’t.
Her smiles stays innocent as he swallows, as his heart clenches in his chest, as his throat burns and his stomach roils.
He falls to his knees, apple rolling away, and thinks, I thought Snow White just went to sleep.
No, he hears the creepy-ass little girl say in his mind, as he slides all the way down, head hitting the floor with a thump. She dies.
Then he hears “Dean!” and fights as hard as he can… but he’s just too weak.
The young woman’s fine and Dean has a nasty habit of getting in trouble, so Sam leaves her and follows his brother.
He’s down the hall, too far, when Dean hits the floor with a muted thump; he sees the apple rolling away, and he knows—in the original story, Jessica had gleefully told him, Snow White dies. Only chance brings her back to life.
“Dean!” He sprints, registers the creepy-ass little girl, rolls Dean over with shaking hands. His eyes are closed and he’s not breathing.
He’s not breathing.
Sam remembers the story, Jessica’s relish as she described the stepmother’s poison—
Sam looks up at the girl. Her smile is innocent with a dark edge.
“Bitch,” he snarls and slaps his hand against Dean’s chest. Nothing happens, so he does it again. Over and over, tears running down his face, and finally he sits Dean up, like he distantly, on the edge of sleep, recalls Dean holding him as he died, and bangs his hand on Dean’s back.
“C’mon, Dean,” he says hysterically. “You gonna let some baby ghost beat you?”
He buries his head in the juncture of Dean’s neck and shoulder, keening. “Please, Dean, please, it’s too soon, don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, please—”
“Kiss him.”
Sam raises his head, looks over. Jessica stands there, in place of the pale, brother-poisoning bitch.
“What?” he asks, too far gone to be shocked.
“True love’s kiss, Sam,” she says, with a sad, loving smile. “That’s always part of the spell.”
Sam turns back to Dean. He’s limp in Sam’s grip, but still looks alive—asleep. His skin is tan, warm, and nothing else has worked, so why the hell not?
He presses his lips to his brother’s, praying it’ll work so Dean’ll mock him for years.
And Dean gasps into his mouth. Sam pulls back immediately, supporting Dean as he doubles over, coughing so hard Sam winces in sympathy, and the apple piece flies out.
“Dude.” Dean sounds affronted, voice hoarse and weak. “Please say you didn’t kiss me.”
Sam laughs and wraps his arms around his big brother, swearing he’ll break Dean’s deal because—like Dean—he can’t be alone.
“Let’s go,” Dean says, trying to stand, but Sam keeps his grip, holding him in place.
“Rest a bit, please,” he asks, relishing the feel of Dean’s chest moving against him. “Give yourself a moment.”
Later he’ll think about mocking Dean for being Snow White. Maybe. But for now, the memory of Dean’s still body is too close.
Post-story note: not all soul mates have romantic love. So, unless you want it to be, this lil’fic isn’t wincest.
Title: revelation
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: the woman isn’t my character, or her attempted rapist, or her savior. Her brother is, though.
Warnings: spoilers for “Houses of the Holy”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Dedication: lita_of_jupiterfor the prompt
lita_of_jupiterfor the promptPrompt: POV of that girl Dean saved in “Houses of the Holy,” bonus points of she sees his face in the news.
Maggie’s little brother Dan is obsessed with the FBI’s most wanted list, keeping up to date, checking the website every week. He’s been that way since he was fifteen, and she’s not entirely sure where she went wrong. She’s tried telling him he’s putting a black mark on his soul, but he doesn’t care.
Two nights after Rich slapped her and tried taking more than she was willing to give him, two nights after that angel-faced hero saved her, Dan stops by her apartment, bringing supper and childhood pictures. They visit for awhile—her leaving out, again, what nearly happened two nights ago—and then she has to go to the bathroom.
“Hey, can I use the computer?” he calls when she’s down the hall.
“Sure!” she hollers back.
Dan leaves the site up when he goes, and she gives it a glance before she closes it—and then stops, frozen in shock.
There he is, her angel-faced hero, wanted for murder and rape and theft and assault and, of all things, grave-desecration.
There he is, her angel-faced hero, not the man she’d thought at all.
There he is, her angel-faced hero, and she doesn’t know what to think anymore.
Title: jagged edges of the truth
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Quote from “Devil’s Trap”
Warnings: spoilers for “Devil’s Trap”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view: third
They don’t need you. Not like you need them.
The worst thing about being told the truth is that you can’t deny it. Not really. You can say the words and fill the world with them—but, deep down, you know. You know. And the thing that’s told you the truth knows, too.
Dean’s been told an awful lot of shit in his life and he can call things what they are.
What that demon told him with Dad’s voice and Dad’s eyes and Dad’s dadness—was the truth. The bare, naked, goddamned truth.
And Dean can lie till the end of the world, but he always knows the truth.
He knows. He knew it before the demon said it, before Sam left, before Dad looked at him and saw only a soldier in a crusade, and not his firstborn son.
He’s always known it.
Re: I LOVE IT!
Date: 2007-11-03 02:05 pm (UTC)