09x21 - The Montage Jack - Part One: Ten High
Episode number: 09x21 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: The Montage Jack
Subtitle: Ten High
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, visions
A young boy, beaten and bloody, stood over an edge. He was bound hand and foot, and his face expressed pure terror.
The ledge was over flame, magma - a volcano. A boy tied up in a volcano, and he's not alone. Dismembered bodies and heads surrounded him - their eyes! The heads were alive -
A deeply black liquid filled the area. The boy's body was tipped over, down into the magma, and his scream rent the world and made it red. Red and black, like oil and water, never fully mixing -
Blinding light transformed everything into a sucking void, guzzling the black liquid and the red liquid and even the screams - silence. The world was solid again. Solid and empty of boys and fire -
Dodge couldn't take it; her world burned like a supernova then went out in total darkness. Sweat and tremor and heart-racing pain left her gasping for air.
Sam rolled over, trying to get comfortable. He kept waking up without any real reason and then couldn't fall back asleep. He knew that the most reasonable explanation was the conversation he had with Dodge and its subsequent confusion. They slept in his room for several nights, but one thing after another kept delaying the follow-up conversation they needed to have.
And now he slept alone. More accurately, he was alone in bed trying to sleep. She hadn't explained why she wanted to be in her room tonight, but she made it clear she wanted to be alone.
Normally he had no trouble talking to his girlfriends - or whatever Dodge and he were - about how he felt. He could handle vulnerability and rejection, but for some reason, every time he attempted to bring it up with Dodge, his resolve failed him. Maybe he liked her more than he wanted to admit.
If he had the heart to speak with Dean, his older brother would tell him he was being a girl.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of loud mumbling through the walls - coming from Dodge's room.
He knocked on her door, but all he could hear was more incoherence. When he opened the door, he saw Dodge in the middle of her room, writing. Her eyes were closed, but every movement was purposeful.
"Dodge?" Sam said as she continued to write.
Papers were all around her. He guessed her odd mumbling was whatever she was writing, but all he could do was guess. Some things were written in English, others Spanish, Italian, and French, but plenty more were written with non-Aramaic characters.
"Dodge!" Sam said loudly.
It took him several minutes to shake her out of it. Her eyes were full of tears.
"Dodge, can you hear me?" Sam asked.
"He's dead," she replied.
"What?"
"The little boy. Someone threw him into the fire, and he's dead."
"Dodge, what did you see?"
"And everything else - all the blackness - around him was sucked into a star," she said, terror evident in her voice.
"What else?" Sam prompted
"The wall came back up, and it was solid," she replied.
After a few moments, Dodge crashed her head onto Sam's shoulder. She slept.
"What the hell?" he whispered.
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Title: The Montage Jack
Subtitle: Ten High
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, visions
A young boy, beaten and bloody, stood over an edge. He was bound hand and foot, and his face expressed pure terror.
The ledge was over flame, magma - a volcano. A boy tied up in a volcano, and he's not alone. Dismembered bodies and heads surrounded him - their eyes! The heads were alive -
A deeply black liquid filled the area. The boy's body was tipped over, down into the magma, and his scream rent the world and made it red. Red and black, like oil and water, never fully mixing -
Blinding light transformed everything into a sucking void, guzzling the black liquid and the red liquid and even the screams - silence. The world was solid again. Solid and empty of boys and fire -
Dodge couldn't take it; her world burned like a supernova then went out in total darkness. Sweat and tremor and heart-racing pain left her gasping for air.
Sam rolled over, trying to get comfortable. He kept waking up without any real reason and then couldn't fall back asleep. He knew that the most reasonable explanation was the conversation he had with Dodge and its subsequent confusion. They slept in his room for several nights, but one thing after another kept delaying the follow-up conversation they needed to have.
And now he slept alone. More accurately, he was alone in bed trying to sleep. She hadn't explained why she wanted to be in her room tonight, but she made it clear she wanted to be alone.
Normally he had no trouble talking to his girlfriends - or whatever Dodge and he were - about how he felt. He could handle vulnerability and rejection, but for some reason, every time he attempted to bring it up with Dodge, his resolve failed him. Maybe he liked her more than he wanted to admit.
If he had the heart to speak with Dean, his older brother would tell him he was being a girl.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of loud mumbling through the walls - coming from Dodge's room.
He knocked on her door, but all he could hear was more incoherence. When he opened the door, he saw Dodge in the middle of her room, writing. Her eyes were closed, but every movement was purposeful.
"Dodge?" Sam said as she continued to write.
Papers were all around her. He guessed her odd mumbling was whatever she was writing, but all he could do was guess. Some things were written in English, others Spanish, Italian, and French, but plenty more were written with non-Aramaic characters.
"Dodge!" Sam said loudly.
It took him several minutes to shake her out of it. Her eyes were full of tears.
"Dodge, can you hear me?" Sam asked.
"He's dead," she replied.
"What?"
"The little boy. Someone threw him into the fire, and he's dead."
"Dodge, what did you see?"
"And everything else - all the blackness - around him was sucked into a star," she said, terror evident in her voice.
"What else?" Sam prompted
"The wall came back up, and it was solid," she replied.
After a few moments, Dodge crashed her head onto Sam's shoulder. She slept.
"What the hell?" he whispered.
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09x20 Closet Chronicles
Next Part: >>>
Part Two: Seven-High Straight
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