drabbles - SN and Transformation - PG
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tigriswolfTitle: the dead will live again
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “Mary, Did You Know?”
Warnings: future!fic, AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: second
Prompt: incindere
It’s easy to burn a world. You just have to decide you don’t care anymore, that nothing matters. Once that’s out of the way… well.
Apocalypse.
You were overlooked by everyone. The soldier, they all thought. Loyal to the end. Only good for following orders.
Nope, as it turns out. Whatever he got born with, you had it first.
Maybe not as potent a dose, but still… enough.
And with him gone… no one left to stop you.
There’s always a rough draft. Sammy was you, honed. His creator ignored you as a failure.
A costly mistake. Deadly.
For everyone.
Title: his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Maya Angelou
Warnings: AU for “Mystery Spot”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 330
Point of view: third
Dean’s dead, killed by a damned civilian’s jumpy trigger finger. He died in Sam’s arms, months too soon. Sam is numb, can’t feel anything at all.
Hendrickson will be here soon, will arrive. So Sam leaves, settling Dean into the passenger seat and driving. There’s got to be a crossroad’s near. He killed the demon that made Dean’s deal, but there’s always more.
No music, no talking—the Impala growls and that’s all the noise Sam will allow.
He buries the tin box and waits. No one comes. He waits through dawn and dusk, and no one comes to bargain with him. He waits through another dawn, sitting cross-legged at the center of the crossroad, and a second dusk passes.
No one comes.
He’s hungry and tired and cold deep inside. So cold. Beneath the frozen wasteland, he feels fire building.
Dean’s dead. Maybe he’s in Heaven, since he died before the year was up. But maybe he’s not. Sam can’t be sure.
A fucking civilian killed Dean. Some normal guy. And Sam couldn’t stop it. He’s supposed to be some powerful chosen one of demons, the winner of Azazel’s fucked up game, Ruby’s King of Hell. And he couldn’t save his own brother, the one person left that he loves.
The sun rises. Dean’s decomposing in his car. Sam realizes that tears are pouring down his face.
It’s all wrong. So completely fucking wrong. That is not how Dean will die.
For the first time since, Sam speaks. “You hear me?” he yells at the sky. “It’s not gonna be like that!”
Around him, the wind rushes and there’s roaring in his ears.
He wakes up to Dean tying his boots in the next bed.
By the fifth day, Sam’s realized why no demon came to deal with him. And if he has to burn existence to do it, he will find a way to keep Dean alive. He has all the time in the world.
Title: as small as a world and as large as alone
Fandom: Transformation by Carol Berg
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from e.e. cummings
Warnings: takes place early in the book
Pairings: mild slash
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
It was a slow change, his evolution, very gradual. The beginning was quite easy to pinpoint, though: purchasing the Ezzarian slave. He explained it away as needing a scribe, but he hadn’t intended to buy anyone that day. He’d just wanted to get outside, and looking at potential buys was a good, foolproof excuse.
Most slaves, by the time Aleksander saw them, were broken, fawning creatures. The Ezzarian had spirit still, he could see it. Fearless. Older than Aleksander desired, but strong. Scarred all over; nothing refined about him at all. But he did not fawn or simper; he did as ordered quietly with no fuss, and Aleksander watched, wondering what so caught his fancy that he’d punished Vanye so well,
It was undeniable, though, and as the days turned to weeks, he realized that he’d grown attached. Which would just not do at all, for Derzhi warriors feel nothing beyond family bonds.
He continued watching, waiting to act, to find any reason to be rid of the Ezzarian, and then found that he didn’t want to act at all. Seyonne was his, now. His.
And that was when he discovered he had changed... and found that he liked it.
Title:The blood told as blood will
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Anne Sexton.
Warnings: spoilers for “Sin City”(just the Yellow-Eyed Demon’s name)
Pairings: mentions of Sam/Jessica, John/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
She is a pretty little thing, Jessica. Like Mary Winchester was. Tall and blond with the largest hazel eyes—oh, yes, the Winchester men have a type, alright.
It watches her pace, Azazel. She has no talent, nothing it can discern. Why, of all possible mates, did darling Samuel choose her? She is beautiful and smart, but so are many women.
It doesn’t matter. Jessica Moore will die, just like Mary. Pity, though, that the girl is useless beyond that.
At least, Mary had fire, that same spark that will dance in Samuel’s eyes when Jessica’s blood anoints his brow.
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Date: 2008-02-17 04:04 pm (UTC)the dead will live again
There’s always a rough draft. Sammy was you, honed. His creator ignored you as a failure.
A costly mistake. Deadly.
For everyone.
Eek! Dean!
I like the quiet, lethal quality of this drabble.
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
Nifty AU to “Mystery Spot,” with the trickster not even playing a factor in the world resetting (if I’m reading it right).
Favorite lines:
No music, no talking—the Impala growls and that’s all the noise Sam will allow.
Oh, Sam.
By the fifth day, Sam’s realized why no demon came to deal with him. And if he has to burn existence to do it, he will find a way to keep Dean alive. He has all the time in the world.
This is kind of creepy/scary, the lengths Sam will go to for his brother. I so wouldn’t want to cross him. *hides*
The blood told as blood will
At least, Mary had fire, that same spark that will dance in Samuel’s eyes when Jessica’s blood anoints his brow.
Eek! Nice job capturing how coldly calculating the YED could be.
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Date: 2008-02-17 04:53 pm (UTC)Regarding the AU, that was what I thought might happen. I love the Trickster, but Sam being the one to reset the day? Too interesting to pass up.
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Date: 2008-02-17 08:58 pm (UTC)I was grinning half-way through this, and, as always, you deliver the punchline with finesse and skill and I fall in love with you all over again.
Funny how end of the world has that effect on me... :)
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
You took the moment that broke so many hearts, the canon that was and made it all your own. Gave it a delightful twist and the dark threat that's all Sam. And you. *SMISH*
the blood told as blood will
...so are Sam's voyeuristic tendencies hereditary? Something he got from the YED?
And yeah, reading the YED POV is always fun. :)
Thank You!
*smish*
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Date: 2008-02-18 02:14 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2008-02-18 10:21 pm (UTC)But then, that double-death fic you wrote a while back, the boys trapped with a hurricane/tornado bearing down on them evoked the same reaction, so... I'm just a sick puppy.
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