weave me into the sun - SN fic - PG
Feb. 27th, 2008 08:55 pmTitle: weave me into the sun
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 280
Point of view: third
Notes: for
sadelyrate, on the occasion of her birth, a day late. Sorry, sweetling!
Notes: for
There is no sun in Hell.
Not to say there’s no heat, because there is. Endless, scorching heat. But no sun, only eternal fire. And there is a difference. A horrific, blatant difference.
The sun—warm, life-giving star that is the center of existence—offers comfort to all who soak up her rays. Creatures bask in her glow and know that they are alive.
In Hell, there is no cold. Only burning heat, comfortless and tortuous. In Hell, no one lives. Souls survive because they are not allowed to die.
There is no sun in Hell. Only barren caverns lit by pyres of skin and screams. Hell is Hell for everyone, even Lucifer, its king. And even he, god of demons and devils and the damned, misses the sun.
Dean Winchester spent a week in Hell. Seven human days. For him, eternity passed. For his brother, it only seemed like forever.
Dean doesn’t remember much of his time Below, a gift from Above, to reward him for all the good he’d done, to even out the scorebook. Dean remembers fire and screams, and knives made of bone. Nothing else.
But once he’s out, back on Earth and in his body, he feels compelled to sit outside on the hood of his car, beneath the sun with his face towards the sky. He stays there for hours every day, unmoving, soaking up the gentle heat. He freckles and tans, but never burns.
Sometimes, Sam sits besides him. Sometimes Sam watches him. Sometimes Sam talks to him.
Dean doesn’t remember much, and he hasn’t told Sam what he does. But Sam suspects, watching his brother, that there is no sun in Hell.
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Date: 2008-02-28 03:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 03:13 am (UTC)In Hell, no one lives. Souls survive because they are not allowed to die.
Great phrasing. It really gets across the horror of hell.
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Date: 2008-02-28 03:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 04:49 pm (UTC)So beautiful.
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Date: 2008-02-28 09:22 pm (UTC)Dean basking in sunlight with Sam beside him. And freckles. Perfect.
Though knives of bone? Not so good. Much better to think of Dean and frAckles. :-)
~ Erin
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Date: 2008-02-28 09:24 pm (UTC)And it's even a "Dean Lives"-fic! And Sam lives! And they're together! \o/
I love the way this end with the same words it begins with. I love this one detail that matters so very much, that makes Hell truly Hell.
I love that Sam got his Dean back, (relatively) unbroken and beautiful and happy.
In Hell, no one lives. Souls survive because they are not allowed to die.
This is one idea that certainly sends shivers down one's spine... because Yes. This is true.
Thank You so much for this, love!
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Date: 2008-02-28 11:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-28 11:41 pm (UTC)Have you sent me the New Orleans thing yet?
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Date: 2008-02-28 11:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 11:43 pm (UTC)Guess what I did today? I wrote a fic from Lilith's pov. I read your entry on her(don't think I left a comment, though, sorry) and it was splashing around in my brain.
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Date: 2008-02-28 11:52 pm (UTC)Lilith POV! By you! Can't wait to read it!
And don't feel bad about not commenting. All the powers that be I'm a very, very bad girl in that department... ;)
I love that icon of yours so very, very much, btw. I do wonder why Jared has that expression, though...
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Date: 2008-02-29 12:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-29 09:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-29 01:16 pm (UTC)And now I really wanna know why he's smirking like that.
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Date: 2008-02-29 01:44 pm (UTC)