SPN FIC - In Your Head
A little downtime for the boys, and a chance to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark for the 50th time. A movie they both love -- except for that one scene right near the end, when Sam always manages to find a reason to be distracted.
(I'd think they would have figured this particular thing out way before now -- certainly after April of 2006 -- but sometimes you don't see what's right in front of your face. Even if it's trying to suck the life out of you.)
CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
LENGTH: 500 words
IN YOUR HEAD
By Carol Davis
True to form, right before the Nazis bust open the Ark, Sam develops a sudden interest in a hole in his jeans. Other times, it's been his shoelace, or a stain on the wall, or a dripping faucet, or sucking the last little bit out of his MegaGulp. Or, as Indy commands Marion, Sam jams his eyes shut and keeps them that way until the soundtrack has signaled that the scene is over.
Thirty years old, Dean thinks, and the kid still won't watch those spirits (or whatever the hell they are) come rushing out of the Ark so they can melt a bunch of Nazis.
For crying out loud.
Yeah, that scene might be creepy for a little kid, but Sam's thirty.
Dean's lips start to form the word "You -"
Then, like somebody's popped him one right in the head, it comes to him.
Those faces? The ones the FX guys conjured up?
They bear a real strong resemblance to that goddamn shtriga.
Son of a BITCH.
The thought almost drives him right up out of his chair.
They've been watching this movie since they were little kids - maybe, what, fifty times over the years? It came out before Sam was born, so mostly, they've seen it on the small screen (once, at a revival, on a big one), always together, sometimes sprawled on a couch, or a couple of chairs, on their respective beds, or on the same bed. And every single time, when that scene comes around, Sam's suddenly found a reason to be distracted.
Except maybe the first time.
Try as he might, Dean can't remember the first time they watched this movie. It might have been when Sam was five, or six.
Maybe, that first time, he decided Sam was just a scaredypants little kid.
Who's…
Afraid of…
No.
Could it? Could he…?
If you stretch it, he thinks, with a cold hand clamped around his heart - if all of a sudden there's a creepy-ass face being jammed right up in yours, and there's some weird laugh to go with it, or a funny smell, or maybe some weird breathing? If you're at McDonald's, maybe, and you're just a little kid, and you're tired, or not feeling too great, and all of a sudden there's some dumbass in white makeup and a crazy wig, getting right in your face? And you're scared, but you don't really know why, because the thing that attacked you in the first place came while you were half-asleep, and because you were a little kid, after it happened, you blocked it out?
You don't remember that face.
That first one.
And yet, you do.
You're not afraid of Ronald Frigging McDonald. Not really. What you don't like is WEIRD being jammed right up in your face.
So it can suck the life out of you.
Barely breathing, Dean turns to his brother, who's still working that hole in his pants.
"Sammy," he says softly. "Sammy. Man. I get it."
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(I'd think they would have figured this particular thing out way before now -- certainly after April of 2006 -- but sometimes you don't see what's right in front of your face. Even if it's trying to suck the life out of you.)
CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
LENGTH: 500 words
IN YOUR HEAD
By Carol Davis
True to form, right before the Nazis bust open the Ark, Sam develops a sudden interest in a hole in his jeans. Other times, it's been his shoelace, or a stain on the wall, or a dripping faucet, or sucking the last little bit out of his MegaGulp. Or, as Indy commands Marion, Sam jams his eyes shut and keeps them that way until the soundtrack has signaled that the scene is over.
Thirty years old, Dean thinks, and the kid still won't watch those spirits (or whatever the hell they are) come rushing out of the Ark so they can melt a bunch of Nazis.
For crying out loud.
Yeah, that scene might be creepy for a little kid, but Sam's thirty.
Dean's lips start to form the word "You -"
Then, like somebody's popped him one right in the head, it comes to him.
Those faces? The ones the FX guys conjured up?
They bear a real strong resemblance to that goddamn shtriga.
Son of a BITCH.
The thought almost drives him right up out of his chair.
They've been watching this movie since they were little kids - maybe, what, fifty times over the years? It came out before Sam was born, so mostly, they've seen it on the small screen (once, at a revival, on a big one), always together, sometimes sprawled on a couch, or a couple of chairs, on their respective beds, or on the same bed. And every single time, when that scene comes around, Sam's suddenly found a reason to be distracted.
Except maybe the first time.
Try as he might, Dean can't remember the first time they watched this movie. It might have been when Sam was five, or six.
Maybe, that first time, he decided Sam was just a scaredypants little kid.
Who's…
Afraid of…
No.
Could it? Could he…?
If you stretch it, he thinks, with a cold hand clamped around his heart - if all of a sudden there's a creepy-ass face being jammed right up in yours, and there's some weird laugh to go with it, or a funny smell, or maybe some weird breathing? If you're at McDonald's, maybe, and you're just a little kid, and you're tired, or not feeling too great, and all of a sudden there's some dumbass in white makeup and a crazy wig, getting right in your face? And you're scared, but you don't really know why, because the thing that attacked you in the first place came while you were half-asleep, and because you were a little kid, after it happened, you blocked it out?
You don't remember that face.
That first one.
And yet, you do.
You're not afraid of Ronald Frigging McDonald. Not really. What you don't like is WEIRD being jammed right up in your face.
So it can suck the life out of you.
Barely breathing, Dean turns to his brother, who's still working that hole in his pants.
"Sammy," he says softly. "Sammy. Man. I get it."
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