I was actually thinking more along of a "You're EVIL, the ANTICHRIST, and I am the GREATEST BOYSCOUT in the WORLD, so HAVE AT THEE" type thing, and then Sam just BLASTS him with POWER and Superman goes down HARD.
but i like your idea too! and i am ***so behind*** in writing fic, sometimes i think i will never emerge from underneath all the bunnies who are eating my brain.
It could! You could have the whole ANGST! thing or Anti-Christ!Sammy putting the smack down on Supes or have Dean automatically veto Clark's Alien Dorkdom with Sammy the Walking Encyclopedia™.
The crack one wasn't agreeing tonight. I'll see if I can wrestle it tomorrow.
1. Smackdown (in which my comic canons become clusterfucked.)
Captain America, you killed in your swath to the White House. Magneto, you broke down into atoms, molecules, scattered them over the ocean. Green Lantern, you remade him into the silent sentry in Kansas. Batman, you laughed and laughed as you ground him into a bloody pulp, remembering rabbit's feet and gunshots and possibly-maybe. Yet, here he is, the last hero on earth willing to fight you. You smile amusedly at him, take in his hardened blue eyes, grimy black hair, expanse of muscle and blood and skin. His cape's tattered and torn, his uniform ripped and stained, but here he stands, trying one last time to defeat you. Silly, silly alien. He pulls his fist back. You close your eyes and imagine Kryptonite rain, pouring from the red sky. His screams fill your ears. You hum an old song that used to thrum in your ears that you used to hate, but it's the only way to describe you now as you imagine his heart thrumming wildly, filled with green, bright glowing green. He makes the earth rattle with his fall. Your eyes open. The people scatter back to whence they came. You turn away and let the imps eat his remains, wait for the angels to strike you down.
2. Angst-Fest-2008 (in which smallville and superman return have an orgy in the puddle of boy scout angst)
"Who was she?" His lips press into a thin line. Blue eyes look down and he clears his throat. - Sam's throwing up on the side of the road and Clark can only rub his back and glance back at the burning city behind him. They both know that their time is nearly up. - "Jessica," His eyes snap open. "Wh―" "Her name. It was Jessica." Clark hears him roll back over. - "Your mother, it...it wasn't faulty wiring was it?" "No." "Neither...neither was mine." - He looks down the barrel of the gun. He really should have known that running wouldn't have helped, not when Dean came back. The green bullet goes clear through his skull. Sam doesn't look back. He goes to Dean, like he was supposed to do, all those months ago.
You know... I get all tingly when you take control like that. (http://sadelyrate.livejournal.com/50518.html) ;)
I hope you approve, even though it's really not the fight you wanted. Consider this as my attempt on getting back to your good side, what with the prolonged radio silence and all.
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Date: 2008-03-18 05:58 pm (UTC)And I do hope that that fic would get written. As is Dean Winchester - Jason Bourne *pokes*
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Date: 2008-03-18 11:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-18 06:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-18 11:21 pm (UTC)But your way works, too.
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Date: 2008-03-19 04:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-18 06:54 pm (UTC)And I love the fact that the second comment to this demand of yours is a question with sex... :p
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Date: 2008-03-18 11:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-19 12:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-19 01:39 am (UTC)Weren't you on vacation, or something?
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Date: 2008-03-19 01:45 am (UTC)It could! You could have the whole ANGST! thing or Anti-Christ!Sammy putting the smack down on Supes or have Dean automatically veto Clark's Alien Dorkdom with Sammy the Walking Encyclopedia™.
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Date: 2008-03-19 01:50 am (UTC)Go forth and write!
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Date: 2008-03-19 01:52 am (UTC)CRUNCH.Here ya go!
Date: 2008-03-19 02:41 am (UTC)1. Smackdown
(in which my comic canons become clusterfucked.)
Captain America, you killed in your swath to the White House.
Magneto, you broke down into atoms, molecules, scattered them over the ocean.
Green Lantern, you remade him into the silent sentry in Kansas.
Batman, you laughed and laughed as you ground him into a bloody pulp, remembering rabbit's feet and gunshots and possibly-maybe.
Yet, here he is, the last hero on earth willing to fight you.
You smile amusedly at him, take in his hardened blue eyes, grimy black hair, expanse of muscle and blood and skin. His cape's tattered and torn, his uniform ripped and stained, but here he stands, trying one last time to defeat you.
Silly, silly alien.
He pulls his fist back.
You close your eyes and imagine Kryptonite rain, pouring from the red sky.
His screams fill your ears.
You hum an old song that used to thrum in your ears that you used to hate, but it's the only way to describe you now as you imagine his heart thrumming wildly, filled with green, bright glowing green.
He makes the earth rattle with his fall.
Your eyes open.
The people scatter back to whence they came.
You turn away and let the imps eat his remains, wait for the angels to strike you down.
2. Angst-Fest-2008
(in which smallville and superman return have an orgy in the puddle of boy scout angst)
"Who was she?"
His lips press into a thin line.
Blue eyes look down and he clears his throat.
-
Sam's throwing up on the side of the road and Clark can only rub his back and glance back at the burning city behind him.
They both know that their time is nearly up.
-
"Jessica,"
His eyes snap open.
"Wh―"
"Her name. It was Jessica."
Clark hears him roll back over.
-
"Your mother, it...it wasn't faulty wiring was it?"
"No."
"Neither...neither was mine."
-
He looks down the barrel of the gun.
He really should have known that running wouldn't have helped, not when Dean came back.
The green bullet goes clear through his skull.
Sam doesn't look back.
He goes to Dean, like he was supposed to do, all those months ago.
Re: Here ya go!
Date: 2008-03-19 03:27 am (UTC)Oh, please post these somewhere!
(But explain the second one?)
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Date: 2008-04-23 12:55 pm (UTC)I hope you approve, even though it's really not the fight you wanted. Consider this as my attempt on getting back to your good side, what with the prolonged radio silence and all.
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Date: 2008-04-23 01:05 pm (UTC)