ficlets: Supernatural and New Moon
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tigriswolfTitle: shouldn’t the Magi come bearing gifts?
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: takes place just after 5.7
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 495
Point of view: third
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Sam, Lucifer said reproachfully. You should really quit hiding your strength.
This is my head, Sam replied. My dream. Go away.
Lucifer chuckled. Say it like you mean it and I might.
I’m going to wake up now, Sam decided.
You’ll sleep as long as I want you to, Lucifer informed him. This is the only time we can talk.
Sam collapsed against the wall. I’ll never consent. Dean would let me die before saying yes to Michael, and I won’t do any less.
Lucifer crossed his arms, a small smile playing on his lips. If Zachariah had actually been prepared to kill you, Sam, Dean would’ve rolled over and begged for my brother. You were never in any true danger.
Sam blinked. What?
Someone pulled you from my reach. Someone is sheltering you, even now. You and your brother can’t be touched. Lucifer tilted his head. Only a handful of beings in Creation have the ability to do that, and of the five, two are in your mind right now.
No. Sam shoved off the wall and maneuvered around Lucifer, trying for the door. I want to wake up. Now.
Lucifer continued, a soothing lilt in his voice, You could have destroyed those witches with a thought. You could have returned your brother’s youth, and you can still heal your crippled friend. Your power eclipses that boy’s; if you’d quit denying what you are, you would realize that. You are God’s equal.
Sam froze, staring at him. You—no. You’re lying. Trying to trick me.
You killed Lilith. Of all the demons, she was second only to me. You killed Alistair, one of the oldest and craftiest of my generals. Lucifer kept his tone kind, gentle. Sam wanted to howl. You must stop hiding, Sam. Soon your wishes will come to pass without your conscious consent, like that boy’s.
Lucifer smiled at him. I’ll crawl inside you, Samuel. You’re already mine. Our power combined will unmake Heaven, will force every part of creation to bow before us.
Together, Lucifer promised softly, no one can even think to stop us.
o0o
Sam woke crying, deep and heaving sobs that shook his whole body. In half a moment, Dean was at his side, saying, “Sammy? What’s wrong?”
Sam hadn’t had a vision since Azazel died. He hadn’t used telekinesis since he tossed Alistair, and he hadn’t exorcized a demon with his mind since Lilith. None of it had been easy, and watching Jesse, he’d felt envy.
Weeping in his brother’s arms, Lucifer’s words ringing in his head, Sam knew that Lucifer had kept his word—he hadn’t lied.
The door, locked by Sam’s self-loathing, opened with a resounding clang, and he clung to Dean, wanting his big brother to fix things, to make it all go away.
“It’s alright, Sammy,” Dean said. “Shh. It’ll be okay.”
It wouldn’t be, Sam knew. It couldn’t be. But he just focused on Dean’s heartbeat and hung on.
Title: sleep is only filled with drums
Fandom: Twilight Saga: New Moon (film ‘verse)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Shiloh.
Warnings: spoilers for film
Pairings: mentions of Edward/Bella, one-sided Jacob/Bella
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view: third
For as long as he can remember, he hasn’t felt right in his skin. Something was always missing, something slightly off. So when he rushes from the movie to find Sam’s cult at his house all waiting, and when his body reacts on its own, growling and shifting to a wolf bigger than any he’s ever tell of except in legends—
It hurts. Of course it does, that first time. He doesn’t notice until he’s human again, but his bones burn and ache. His skin finally fits right, though, and his packmates’ thoughts sliding through his mind fill him, too.
They run and hunt and play, closer than friends, closer than brothers. When he changes, it doesn’t hurt anymore; when the pack howls, he feels at home, complete. Nothing missing except her—but Samuel commands him to leave the leech’s mate alone, so Jacob will.
Title: Lazarus smiled the smile of the dead
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton.
Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 430
Point of view: third
When John Winchester first stepped into Hell, he looked around with a judging eye and said, “Cozy.”
“Now, John,” Azazel purred, twining about him. “Follow me to your new home. We’ll have eternity to play together.”
“No, you yellow-eyed piece of pond-scum,” John replied, pulling out of his grip. “Someone’s got a prior claim on me.”
“Who?” Azazel demanded. “We made a deal!”
John smirked at him. “And I’m here,” John told him condescendingly. “I’ll stay in Hell until your stupid game plays out and opens the door. But while I’m here,” John murmured, leaning in close, lips brushing Azazel’s ear, “you can’t touch me.”
Azazel snarled and lunged for him, only to be tossed away by an unseen force. “Who’s there?” he roared. “Who dares interfere? Lucifer himself—”
“Hush,” John said quietly, grinning. “You don’t want to attract attention.”
Glaring at the most infuriating human to ever live, Azazel grit his teeth. “You will go on the rack like every soul,” he hissed. “That is Hell’s law.”
“No,” John said patiently. “I won’t.” He looked around again. “Well, at least I won’t get cold, huh?” he remarked. “I fuckin’ hate the cold.”
He started walking and Azazel stared after him, dumbfounded. Demons drifted close, drawn by the scent of fresh meat, but then fled from him. Azazel just blinked before hurrying to catch up.
Alistair met them at the Burning Lake. “You brought me a new toy?” he asked, salivating as he watched John trail his fingers through the fire.
“He claims someone’s protecting him from the rack,” Azazel said. “Now that he’s here, I can’t touch him.”
Alistair pouted. “It’s not Lilith,” he mused. “Not Belial, or Beelzebub, either.”
“Wouldn’t be Moloch or Mammon, and I’m on Lucifer’s business,” Azazel added. “No one else has the power to stop me.”
John chuckled. “You’re lookin’ in the wrong place, demons,” he called, plunging into the flames. “Think higher!”
Alistair and Azazel exchanged wide-eyed glances. “You made a deal with an angel?” Alistair said. “That’s foolish."
“Not exactly,” John said. He strode from the lake clad only in his soulskin, the last remnants of his life scorched away. He met their gazes, a cold, dangerous smirk twisting his lips. “You should’a checked the fine-print.”
Azazel truly had no idea what he meant. But when Dean gave him that same smirk while pulling the trigger of Colt’s special gun, he thought he might have finally understood.
(The only thing, Lucifer had told him, that could kill an angel was an angel-made weapon. Fine-print indeed, that fucking hunter.)
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Date: 2009-12-02 02:17 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-12-02 02:18 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-12-02 08:45 pm (UTC)You killed Lilith.
And he hardly broke a sweat - I think the impact of that has gotten lost somewhere, what with the Apocalypse, but yes. How powerful is Sam, really? How powerful can he be? *shivers*
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