Devil's Dance: Somewhere in Between
Alright, here's another fanfiction that needs finishing. Much like the last one, Werewolves, I'll post the chapters here as I revise them and whatnot. This story would take place at the end of season one before season two started, so obviously it is now AU. Feedback is appreciated as this is a song fic thing. Let me know if it works for ya ;) The chapter titles will be the song titles used in the chapter.
I don't own anything here, alas...
Fandom: Supernatural
Fic: Devil's Dance
Chapter: Somewhere in Between
Rating: Some mature themes, I'll let you decide ;)
Lifehouse- “Somewhere in between”
Wait…Sammy? Dead? NO! Let me see him! Please God, he can’t be dead, this has to be some kind of nightmare. I’ve never asked for anything before God, but please let this be a nightmare.
That was a full week ago.
I can’t be losing sleep over this, no I can’t
And now I can not stop pacing
Give me a few hours, I’ll have all this sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing
Dean had never begged for anything harder in his life, but as his drug fogged mind was driven farther and farther away from the hospital that had tried to save his little brother’s life the realization that God valued saints over sinners sank in deeper and deeper. God was selfish, taking all the light and good from the world to be drowned out next to Him, rather than letting it stay down in the darkness where it could make a difference.
Cause I cannot stand still
I can’t be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
With each passing revolution of the wheels, the flame, the spark that he had in his heart telling him that Sam was still alive somewhere shrank further and further into the ashes of what his life turned out to be.
Each mile marker that blew past the window of the bus took Dean further from the certainty that the doctors wouldn’t show him Sam’s body because they were hiding him somewhere, and closer to the certainty that Sam’s body was too mangled in the crash for anyone to view. He couldn’t remember if Sam had been wearing his seat belt, at the time he had been pretty far gone. Too far gone to even watch out for his baby brother.
This is over my head but underneath my feet
Cuz by tomorrow morning I’ll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy
His father leaned over, holding out the small pills to Dean, the pills that his father had barely stopped to get before rushing Dean out of town and onto a bus. The pills that kept Dean numb; numb from the blinding pain his body should be putting him through right now and numb from the thoughts that really wanted to devour Dean’s attention. The ones that two small white pills taken every few hours or so would cage up, lock in the back of his mind until he could find some place quiet to let them out.
Cuz I’m waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I’m somewhere in between
What is real, and just a dream
What is real, and just a dream
What is real, and just a dream
The sight of his father’s hand pulled something to the front of his mind, reminded Dean that he was more than pissed at his father, possibly the only person Dean was more pissed at than himself or God. The many reasons why flooded his mind, but the kicker, the main reason was slow in coming.
Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in
Don’t be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again
I don’t want to run away from this
I know that I just don’t need this
Stubbornly refusing to meet his father’s eye Dean pinched the tiny white numbness in his fingers and popped them into his mouth, dry swallowing them rather than taking the water his father had offered. It was only a few moments later that fog encased Dean’s mind again and all thoughts of his father fled to find shelter.
One bus meshed into another because of these pills; Dean didn’t even know where they were anymore. He should be driving this road with his brother, not riding a slow moving leviathan that lumbered through the night with his father. He and Sammy should be flying down the road, riding the sound waves blasting out of his Impala’s speakers, off to put evil back in its place again. Then he’d know exactly where they were, his life would be right where it was supposed to be, not burned to ash and blowing down the freeway in the wake of this bus’ slipstream.
Dean barely felt the bus come to a stop; he didn’t stand until his father pulled his arm. By that time all the other passengers were cleared off the bus, it was empty except for the two of them and the driver.
Cause I cannot stand still
I cant be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
Between father and son, they had one bag of carry on luggage, which his father lifted, limping down the aisle way between the bus seats. This was wrong, Dean stood watching his father leave, wobbling slightly as the drugs tried to pull him back into the foggy seat. Maybe he should just let John go as well, stay on the bus until it hit the end of where ever it was going, before this man could take anything else from him.
“Dean, come on.” His father’s gruff voice crawled through the air back to Dean and, just like his father had spent his entire life engraining into him, Dean came. That would have annoyed Sam to no end; if he had been in the right mood, Sam might’ve defied their father in even this simple request. Dean was following his father into the very depths of Hell and there was no one left to try to save him.
Cuz I’m waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I’m somewhere in between
What is real, and just a dream
What is real, and just a dream
What is real, and just a dream
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