SPN: To Parts Unknown
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: I think this could be considered gen... damn
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 441
Warnings: overactive imagination
Author's Note: My imagination is running overtime, while the rest of my brain gave up days ago. Oh, and this takes place very early on in Season One. And I have a feeling they're really out of character.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke and CW and a whole bunch of other people
Summary: Sam is doing research when his imagination takes over.
To Parts Unknown
Sam wove his way through the forest of bookshelves, losing himself in the quiet metal jungle. His imagination took over, and he could hear giant beasts stalking him. If he listened carefully he could hear their muted footfall and careful exhalations. The phrase “here there be dragons” played en loop in his mind, gaining in momentum with each of his own footsteps. He could almost hear the accompanying Gregorian Chant.
Actually, he could hear the accompanying chant.
Oh, that was his mobile. He dug it out of his pocket, and without bothering to look at the caller ID, he flipped it open.
“Hello?” He whispered so that the beasts couldn’t hear him, but he could feel their beady eyes staring him down.
“Sam? Where are you? What’re you doing?” filtered over the phone. It had a tinny quality to it and an echo. Sam absently registered that his brother had called him from a landline. His brother and he were currently not on the best of terms. The night before had been punctuated with arguments, sulking, and then not-talking.
Sam tripped over his absurdly long legs in his haste to stop his feet as his higher brain functions gave way. His brother apparently had the need to keep Sam on a short leash.
“Research,” he explained with a huff.
“We have all the info we need.” Clearly the idea of research was foreign to his brother.
“Dean, I - ” Sam cut himself short. Their current project still needed a lot of work, but Dean just wanted it over with. If Dean wanted to do this armed with minimal data, it would probably end up hurting both of them in the end. But that was probably how it would end up anyway.
“I’ll meet you out front in five,” Dean informed him.
Sam didn’t bother to respond. There was nothing to say. Even if there were, it would end in an argument, and that argument would end in a stalemate, just like its predecessors.
He simply closed his mobile, shoved it back in his pocket, and backtracked. His inner dragon-mantra faded as the beasts in his imagination stomped in frustration and clawed at the carpet, disappointed that Sam wouldn’t join them in their domain.
As the door to the outside world spit him into the fading daylight, he felt the dusty, mildewed breath of the beasts on the back of his neck, and then it disappeared from his senses, save the sour aftertaste in his mouth. Sam’s mobile was sitting heavily in his pocket as he searched for his brother’s car. Maybe he had it backwards: the beast lived outside the library.
Pairing: I think this could be considered gen... damn
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 441
Warnings: overactive imagination
Author's Note: My imagination is running overtime, while the rest of my brain gave up days ago. Oh, and this takes place very early on in Season One. And I have a feeling they're really out of character.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke and CW and a whole bunch of other people
Summary: Sam is doing research when his imagination takes over.
To Parts Unknown
Sam wove his way through the forest of bookshelves, losing himself in the quiet metal jungle. His imagination took over, and he could hear giant beasts stalking him. If he listened carefully he could hear their muted footfall and careful exhalations. The phrase “here there be dragons” played en loop in his mind, gaining in momentum with each of his own footsteps. He could almost hear the accompanying Gregorian Chant.
Actually, he could hear the accompanying chant.
Oh, that was his mobile. He dug it out of his pocket, and without bothering to look at the caller ID, he flipped it open.
“Hello?” He whispered so that the beasts couldn’t hear him, but he could feel their beady eyes staring him down.
“Sam? Where are you? What’re you doing?” filtered over the phone. It had a tinny quality to it and an echo. Sam absently registered that his brother had called him from a landline. His brother and he were currently not on the best of terms. The night before had been punctuated with arguments, sulking, and then not-talking.
Sam tripped over his absurdly long legs in his haste to stop his feet as his higher brain functions gave way. His brother apparently had the need to keep Sam on a short leash.
“Research,” he explained with a huff.
“We have all the info we need.” Clearly the idea of research was foreign to his brother.
“Dean, I - ” Sam cut himself short. Their current project still needed a lot of work, but Dean just wanted it over with. If Dean wanted to do this armed with minimal data, it would probably end up hurting both of them in the end. But that was probably how it would end up anyway.
“I’ll meet you out front in five,” Dean informed him.
Sam didn’t bother to respond. There was nothing to say. Even if there were, it would end in an argument, and that argument would end in a stalemate, just like its predecessors.
He simply closed his mobile, shoved it back in his pocket, and backtracked. His inner dragon-mantra faded as the beasts in his imagination stomped in frustration and clawed at the carpet, disappointed that Sam wouldn’t join them in their domain.
As the door to the outside world spit him into the fading daylight, he felt the dusty, mildewed breath of the beasts on the back of his neck, and then it disappeared from his senses, save the sour aftertaste in his mouth. Sam’s mobile was sitting heavily in his pocket as he searched for his brother’s car. Maybe he had it backwards: the beast lived outside the library.