Revenant - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Revenant
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: Gordon isn’t mine. Just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for “Hunted”
Pairings: nada
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 380
Point of view: third
Notes: part of my Dean canon

She’s a frail thing, the girl that used to go by Annette. Tiny, fragile, so easily shattered in both mind and body. Hardly a challenge.

She hasn’t been Annette since that hurricane swept through, tearing down the city around her. Annette nearly drowned in those waters, from the sky and the Pontchartrain, but It, the shadow, was inhaled through her nose and took over, swam until Annette thought her arms would fall off, swam until she was pulled into a rescue-boat and gasped for air.

Annette only exists in a corner of her mind now, taken over by It, the shadow. Annette doesn’t really recall anything from before that hurricane, but what she does remember… Maria begged her to escape with her and the boys, merely hours before landfall—and Annette had been too scared to go. All she’d ever known was the city, ancient and proud New Orleans.

From the recesses of her mind, Annette knows she should have gone.

-

She exists like that, merely a memory inside her own head, merely a remembrance in her limbs and blood. Annette fades more by the day, floating and dreaming, asleep even as her body moves, dances, lets men and women alike fuck her.

And It, the shadow, never speaks to her, never taunts her, never calls her by name. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but lost in the dark abyss, she doesn’t care.

-

Until the day that she’s thrust to the forefront as the large black man chants in a language she doesn’t know, pours burning liquid on her pale skin, and—and—laughs as she whimpers.

She begs with a voice she hasn’t used in longer than she remembers, pleads, cries. But he just continues chanting, continues sprinkling her with that acid, and then It takes back over, screaming nonsense.

But then the man pauses, lowers his hand. “What was that?” he demands, crouching down beside her, dark eyes cold.

It uses her body to cower back, to whimper. The man leans forward and Annette feels satisfaction drifting from the shadow. She’s shoved back in the darkness, into the fantasies and smoke, but she distantly hears her own voice whisper, “Samuel Winchester…”

-

She drifts and then she falls and then she rises—and then there is no more—

Comments

[tru-faith-lost.livejournal.com]

Ah, my dear, you have such a gift for stories within stories. I was completely swept up in Annette. I read he disclaimer, and knew Gordon was in it, but never saw the tie-in to the Winchesters coming. Wonderful storytelling, as always.

Tracy

[theladyscribe]

Holy shit. That was creepy as hell. I have chills running down my spine and arms and it's not because it's freaking cold in my dorm room. Holy shit, holy shit. No other words.

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Nicely done. I felt so bad for poor Annette.

Favorite lines:

And It, the shadow, never speaks to her, never taunts her, never calls her by name.

I love this, because it feels more creepy that the demon doesn’t acknowledge her than if it had openly tormented her. She’s clearly just a vessel, not worthy of its interest.

[ultraviolet9a.livejournal.com]

I like the different pov. ANd it was creepy too as extra bonus.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[tigriswolf]

Oh, *blushes* Thank you!

[tigriswolf]

Yep! I was hopin' that'd come through. The demon possessed her _purely_ to get that message to Gordon!

Thank you for reading!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[smilla02.livejournal.com]

Oh man! This is what I was talking about, there are things in your mind that simply amaze me.
*is amazed*

[sarlev-vanisa.livejournal.com]

oh my, we never knew this character but its a horrible thought and very sad to think of what happened. Good job with this one.

Oh and Gordon's an ass but, well, duh.

[tigriswolf]

*is completely wowed*

I like you a lot, just so you know.

Thank you for reading!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!