for tru_faith_lost
Jul. 11th, 2009 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigriswolfTitle: Two, of course there are two
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sylvia Plath.
Warnings: spoilers for season four; AU; reimaginings of Biblical lore(read: blasphemy)
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 550
Point of view: third
Dedication:![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
tru_faith_lost for her birthday, to her prompt Dean/Sam. Dean as Lucifer and Sam, the Antichrist
Notes: oblique reference to The Last Unicorn
He is ancient, older than the sky and the sea. He remembers the stars being born, when the sun first shed light. He remembers the first word and the first sigh.
He was first, before all others save the Creator. He was first, the best, the Star of Morning, the dawn of beginnings.
He remembers the others, his sisters and brothers. He remembers the first command: love. Love each other, love the creations, love Me.
He is ancient and proud. It was that pride, that refusal to kneel before lesser beings, that saw him thrown from the sky, into an abyss of fire and blood. But even there, beneath the banners of Hell, he refused to submit to anyone and clawed his way to the throne.
He is the MorningStar, once the most powerful of angels and now the high lord of demons.
He is a newborn human, cradled in the arms of an exhausted blonde, and he has no memory of the eons past.
o0o
All his life, Sam felt like something was missing. The closest that fissure in his soul came to being closed was when he and Dean worked in tandem, or when they curled up together, close enough to share their breath. Sometimes, he thought he could hear Dean when they were miles apart, or he felt Dean's emotions like his own.
When he was ten, he bought a basket of books at a church sale and devoured them on the trip from Iowa to Maine. In one of them he found the line two halves of the same magic, and it sounded right. Him and Dean, complete together, inseparable. Whole.
o0o
Dean dreams of Hell long before he spends any time there. He sees fire and blood mingle, lakes of ash and brimstone, pillars of bone and a palace of shattered souls.
Castiel's hand burned Dean because that which is holy can never touch the impure.
o0o
Sam does not remember striding up Heaven's front walk and being stopped at the door.
"I am sorry," Saint Peter said. "You can't come in here."
Sam doesn't remember how it hurt, being turned away. How it burned.
How it made something inside him howl; how it made something inside him scream.
o0o
He is ancient, and Alistair does not know what he did. Hell's chief tormentor, the MorningStar's acolyte—when he sharpened his blades in Dean's ribcage, he does not know what he awoke.
The man who dug his way out his own grave is not the man who was buried there. But even still, he does not know, cannot yet remember—
o0o
When Sam kills Lilith and the last Seal breaks, Dean clutches Sam and Sam clutches Dean.
The floor groans, long-held locks shattering, and something inside Dean shrieks.
Sam echoes the sound, as they both fall to their knees. "Dean?" he gasps.
The man who returned to life was not the man who died. The man who rises to his feet in a cursed church is not the man who collapsed to the ground.
"Brother," he says, dark wings unfurling. "Come. We have a war to win."
o0o
He is ancient, and he is awake. His brother, the other half of his soul, torn from him as he fell out of the sky, has finally returned.
They have work to do.
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Date: 2009-07-11 02:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-11 02:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-12 12:45 am (UTC)So much love for this. *wraps arms around ficcie*
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Date: 2009-07-12 01:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-12 11:23 am (UTC)geniusevil brain is up to. It very well might be the opposite. :o As you've posed here.Delightfully dark, well written, creepy, emotional. I loved this. Like, kind of a whole hell of a lot. Great job!
Oh, and I almost forgot:
When he was ten, he bought a basket of books at a church sale and devoured them on the trip from Iowa to Maine. In one of them he found the line two halves of the same magic, and it sounded right. Him and Dean, complete together, inseparable. Whole.
That is gorgeous! And this:
Castiel's hand burned Dean because that which is holy can never touch the impure.
I actually gasped out loud. It gave me shiversssss. ;)
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Date: 2009-07-12 01:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-12 05:36 pm (UTC)So, so good.
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Date: 2009-07-12 06:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-07-16 03:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-16 11:52 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2012-08-06 03:15 am (UTC)Thank you so very much for reading!
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Date: 2012-08-10 10:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-08-10 10:19 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2019-02-19 08:20 pm (UTC)Thank you!