Restless Beast
Title: Depending on Sock Design (taken from a line of GG)
Rating: G
Warnings: Rory bashing galore, spoilers for all of GG, general SPN stuff-I assume you know everything in this.
Disclaimer: I own neither SPN or GG, just my ideas.
Description: What if instead of dating Rory, "Dean" was hunting her?
So please read and give me lots of comments and feedback
It might be reasonable to ask why I didn’t just kill the thing when I had the chance. Many chances. Oh, so many chances. Well, it’s not that simple. In the world of hunting, spiritual forces and creatures come with their own set of rules and each one varies in its specificity. The Beast was highly complex. There were entire cycles of the year when it was completely invulnerable. As far as we know, no hunter had ever gotten as close to the Beast for so long a time as I did and survived. If the Beast did not give you everything itself, then there was no sure way to kill it. For just as it craved everything to be given it completely, it was almost impossible to get anything real from it.
Year two started out remarkably well. I was learning the Beast’s habits and moods, strengths and weaknesses. The Beast gave me valuable hints and tips on a lot of other things. But it wasn’t real and trouble loomed on the horizon.
It was a long time before I could endure the name Jess again. Eventually I learned to say it with meaning, but for awhile, it was definitely on my bad list.
My dad didn’t think Jess would be important. But I knew the Beast better than him and there is nothing like complete worship tempered with a show of disdain to draw it in.
The worst part of the year happened when the bracelet got lost. I thought maybe the Beast had caught on to me and removed my source of protection. I admit that I panicked. But it was okay in the end.
The biggest annoyance was, of course, that this kid was ruining everything, and the whole time I was just trying to save his life. Those fights and angry words, definitely not part of the act. I tried every trick I knew and was the best I could possibly be. I overdid it, I’m sure. But I was desperate. In the end, I won. Sort of. The Beast had made a new conquest, but I was still its main source of nourishment.
The Beast traveled that summer and I couldn’t plausibly go with it. So I trusted to my instincts and learned as much as I could long distance. On the bonus side, my dad dragged my brother and me on a hunting trip where we nearly died a lot. Dean had a blast.
Rating: G
Warnings: Rory bashing galore, spoilers for all of GG, general SPN stuff-I assume you know everything in this.
Disclaimer: I own neither SPN or GG, just my ideas.
Description: What if instead of dating Rory, "Dean" was hunting her?
So please read and give me lots of comments and feedback
It might be reasonable to ask why I didn’t just kill the thing when I had the chance. Many chances. Oh, so many chances. Well, it’s not that simple. In the world of hunting, spiritual forces and creatures come with their own set of rules and each one varies in its specificity. The Beast was highly complex. There were entire cycles of the year when it was completely invulnerable. As far as we know, no hunter had ever gotten as close to the Beast for so long a time as I did and survived. If the Beast did not give you everything itself, then there was no sure way to kill it. For just as it craved everything to be given it completely, it was almost impossible to get anything real from it.
Year two started out remarkably well. I was learning the Beast’s habits and moods, strengths and weaknesses. The Beast gave me valuable hints and tips on a lot of other things. But it wasn’t real and trouble loomed on the horizon.
It was a long time before I could endure the name Jess again. Eventually I learned to say it with meaning, but for awhile, it was definitely on my bad list.
My dad didn’t think Jess would be important. But I knew the Beast better than him and there is nothing like complete worship tempered with a show of disdain to draw it in.
The worst part of the year happened when the bracelet got lost. I thought maybe the Beast had caught on to me and removed my source of protection. I admit that I panicked. But it was okay in the end.
The biggest annoyance was, of course, that this kid was ruining everything, and the whole time I was just trying to save his life. Those fights and angry words, definitely not part of the act. I tried every trick I knew and was the best I could possibly be. I overdid it, I’m sure. But I was desperate. In the end, I won. Sort of. The Beast had made a new conquest, but I was still its main source of nourishment.
The Beast traveled that summer and I couldn’t plausibly go with it. So I trusted to my instincts and learned as much as I could long distance. On the bonus side, my dad dragged my brother and me on a hunting trip where we nearly died a lot. Dean had a blast.