drabbles - SN, The Penthouse - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: I give not Heaven for lost
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.  Title from Milton.
Warnings: spoilers for 4.7; slight AU?
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 135
Point of view: third

 

Uriel growls that he’ll turn Sam to dust, but Sam listens to the tone, not the words.

There is fear in Uriel’s stolen face. He hides it well, but Sam still sees it.

Sam wants to smile. This angel is no better than any demon Sam has ever destroyed. The power itches to explode out, to get rid of this posturing fool.

He decides not to because such an act could only be taken as a declaration of war, and Sam still isn’t sure which side Dean will be on.

Dean went to Hell for Sammy, and that just isn’t who Sam is anymore.

One command, Uriel growls, and I’ll destroy you.

Sam just looks at him. All he sees is another kind of demon and those are no longer a hardship.

Azazel’s taint cackles.

 
 

Title: What hangs a moment in the air is already dead
Fandom: The Penthouse
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Adrienne Rich.
Warnings: spoilers for movie
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third

 

She’s falling again, in his memory. She’s always falling. She never stops. He wants to fall with her, just to see her, and speak to her, and be held by her again.

He never got to say goodbye. Dad pulled him back, kept him from following her, and Dad left him with his stupid aunt, who didn’t even like him, and never understood his need to fall.

But now he’s free, now he’s out, and he knows where she is, the one person who cared about him after Mom fell. He knows she’ll understand.

He knows she’ll fall with him.

 

Title: from whence deep thunders roar
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Milton.
Warnings: spoilers for 4.7; slight AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third

 

Dean tried to tell him, but Sam just couldn’t understand. His whole life, ever since he first met Pastor Jim, Sam had prayed. He’d asked God for help, to keep Dad and Dean safe, to get big enough to help on hunts. Recently, he’d asked God for Dean to be saved from the Pit, to be let out of his deal.

After Lilith’s hounds tore Dean apart, Sam prayed for a way to rescue him.

An angel of the Lord pulled Dean out and Sam thought his prayers had been answered.

Dean acted like he’d never left, like those four months didn’t happen. He slept less and he never talked about Hell, except to say he didn’t remember. He worked himself into exhaustion before sleeping, and it was more like a succession of cat-napes than true rest.

Sam prayed for guidance and then Dean told him the angel had said he must be stopped. Sam didn’t know what he’d done wrong—yes, he used Azazel’s curse, but only to destroy demons. Only to search for a way to save Dean.

Dean seemed so young, asking why God would command him to stop Sam.

Sam had no answer. He looked at Dean and prayed again for guidance. God did not reply, sent Sam no instructions.

And now these angels talk of destroying a town, killing a thousand innocent souls on orders from their just God. Dean gets right in Castiel’s face, then strides to Uriel—he tells them what will be and they fall in line.

Sam still believes in God—but he can’t pray anymore. After meeting two angels, he doesn’t see himself praying ever again. They are cold, Castiel and Uriel, hard. They have no compassion, no mercy.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Dean says. “Maybe God doesn’t even like ’em.”

Sam smiles a little. Dean is trying, like he always has, to lift Sam’s spirits.

Azazel’s curse whispers, We can kill them. We can utterly destroy them. They fear us. They know our strength.

Sam is certain he has control over the power, and that they might need it to stop the demon, the breaking of the Seal, the destruction of the town.

“Dean,” he says softly. “We may need more than the knife.”

Dean shakes his head. “No, Sammy.”

Sam lets it go; he doesn’t want to fight Dean on this. The angels’ words are still echoing in Dean’s ears.

They fear us, the power purrs. Even he, our brother—he is not sure.

Sam shoves it back, into the deep, dark of his mind. It howls with laughter and Sam turns away. He focuses on Dean, brings his attention to Dean’s voice and Dean’s breath.

Dean’s alive. He’s here. God saved him, returned him to Sam, even if only to stop him. Dean’s alive and nothing else matters.

Ours, Azazel’s curse mutters. No one can take him. Never again. Ours.

Listening to Dean mumble about fluffy wings and high-horses, Sam murmurs, You got that right.
 

 

Title: I have no one left to tell
Fandom: The Penthouse
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Anne Sexton.
Warnings: spoilers for movie
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 325
Point of view: third

 

He was hailed as a hero and her father gave him the promised million dollars, but Dinah never forgave him. She knew what he was—just a thoughtless killer.

Her father wanted her to thank him, to smile and be pretty, to be happy Joey had fallen. Her father didn’t want to know how sad Joey had been, how confused. He just wanted to know that Joey hadn’t touched her, had scared her, had threatened to throw her off the building. No one wanted to know that Dinah had saved him, had convinced him to leave with her, to get help, to get better.

Dad begged her to talk to him, to tell her everything, but he didn’t want to listen to everything.

Joey didn’t have a funeral and no one would let Dinah see his body. She never got to say goodbye. She never got to see him get better, become that nice kid she used to know.

Because the man everyone hailed as hero killed him.

Dad begged her to talk to him, to the police, to the lawyers, to the psychiatrists, but Joey would never be able to talk again, so why should she? Joey never had a chance to speak before that bastard killed him.

Joey had been so obsessed with going to wherever his mother was—what if he’d been right? What if she should’ve fallen with him? Maybe she’d be happy now. With him. With him and his mother, where no one was always pressuring her to discuss what happened.

Finally, the call of the terrace was too much. She waited till Dad had gone to sleep and walked out, closing her eyes as the wind pulled at her hair.

She hadn’t spoken since he fell, but now she whispered, “Joey.” She leaned over the railing, looking down; it was a long way, but Joey had taken it.

She whispered, “Joey,” again and let herself fall. She didn’t scream.

Comments

[creeno.livejournal.com]

I will never get over the irony of Sam being the praying brother. So much love for these. ♥

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[dhark-charlotte.livejournal.com]

I LOVE your icon!!

[irnan.livejournal.com]

All he sees is another kind of demon.

*shudder*

Love these!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[aja-evenstar.livejournal.com]

I really like how you play on the fact that Sam was the one who believes in God and prayer, but he is the one with the power that seems to go against what God wants. Its Sam's ambiguity that, i think, will make his role in the show even more interesting.

I only just saw 4x07 so i'm still trying to figure out how i feel about Uriel. Sometimes this show gives us a character we initially like/hate, and then later end up feeling the opposite way about them. But at the moment, i can be pretty certain i don't like him haha.

But i LOVED these two Supernatural drabbles. Amazing job, as always!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!