Suffer A Witch [3/3]; Sam, Dean, Castiel; PG, no spoilerschibifriezaApril 1 2010, 07:01:38 UTC
Between them, Sam and Castiel explained what Sam had discovered, and what they had to do.
“Okay.” Dean always perked up when there was a plan of action to be made. “So if we deconstruct this thing, then we can break it. Am I right so far?” Sam and Castiel nodded in tandem. “So pretty much, we have to figure out whether this thing was set up recently, or whether it’s an older setup. And,” he added, “if it was old, then we don’t have a prayer, ‘cause there’s no way to find out what she used.”
“That outlook’s kind of grim. You think it was?”
Dean shook his head. “Whether or not it was, we gotta do what we can do, and work with what we have. If it was recent, maybe it was set inside that barn, with all that shit we burned.”
“So we’re no better off this way. That’s great.”
Castiel spoke up. “My memory is not as yours. That barn is perfectly preserved inside my mind.”
Sam looked hopeful. “So if you can remember what was there, then maybe we can figure this thing out.”
It was a tedious process, getting everything listed. The particulars had to be spelled out carefully, and everything took just a little longer in iambic pentameter, but eventually they had a full inventory of the barn, pre-conflagration.
Then there was the process of trying to figure out which of the items had what arcane uses, and how they combined, and what things were likely to be used in a literary-based curse, and seriously, what the hell kind of witch had they been dealing with, because that was still ridiculous no matter how you looked at it. Everyone was getting frustrated, Dean especially so, because he couldn’t just spit out a single curse and be done with it. His expletives came in strings now, and it wasn’t as though Dean didn’t enjoy some creative cussing as much as the next guy, but this was pushing it. Sam found that watching Dean’s frustration actually helped him keep his cool; with someone else swearing so elaborately, he didn’t need to.
They’d killed the witch in late afternoon; it was after midnight by the time they had it figured out. Parchment, ink, wax, and the ground bones of a linnet. The logic was consistent, but convoluted. By the time they reached their answer, Sam was exhausted, and he was pretty sure Dean was in even worse shape.
“So even if we wanted to tonight, we couldn’t do it yet, so let’s just sleep,” Sam said.
“I’m with you there. You staying, Cas, or what?”
“I think that I will stay. It’s - comforting.” He looked disconcerted as he said it, but Sam and Dean let it pass. “Angels don’t sleep. I can stay in the chair.”
That worked out for all concerned.
Except Sam just had to say it. “Good night, you guys. Sleep well, or whatever.”
Dean groaned. “Just shut up, Sammy, we’ll be up all night.”
Sam shut up.
First thing in the morning, there was coffee, and then there was finding the ingredients - the linnet was the hardest, and Castiel did something Sam couldn’t quite follow with his eyes and suddenly there was only a fragile skeleton perched tenuously on his palm. Then there was the ritual, which was an amalgamation of what they figured the original spell setup had been and the elements to make it reverse itself.
Castiel remained apart from the actual working. Sam did most of it, but Dean lent a hand when it needed more than one person who wasn’t an experienced witch.
And then it was done.
There was silence for a moment. Then Sam, tentatively: “Did it work?”
A pause.
“Hell yeah,” exclaimed Dean.
“It would seem that we have succeeded,” agreed Castiel.
Re: Suffer A Witch [3/3]; Sam, Dean, Castiel; PG, no spoilersvikkiApril 1 2010, 12:09:21 UTC
This is an impressive piece of work; poetic meter's not easy to work. And you did it all in dialogue! How hard was that? I think I would have cried. XD;;
I like that Dean didn't realize until he couldn't sing in the shower. XD
Re: Suffer A Witch [3/3]; Sam, Dean, Castiel; PG, no spoilerschibifriezaApril 1 2010, 16:00:02 UTC
Thank you! It actually wasn't too bad; the thing about iambic pentameter is that it's not that unnatural a speech pattern, so the things I wanted them to say only took a little tweaking. I think Sam's big long speech about the mechanics of the curse was the most fun, because I was going, can I do this? Can I keep this going? Dude, I totally can. :D
Although you may have noticed that I couldn't actually work "iambic pentameter" into the dialogue, because it's not actually iambic. :P And I did fudge a couple of things, but I figure if Shakespeare can do it, I'm allowed.
Re: Suffer A Witch [3/3]; Sam, Dean, Castiel; PG, no spoilerschibifriezaApril 1 2010, 20:17:17 UTC
Thanks for that prompt. I had so much fun with it, I can't even tell you. :D I'm so glad you like the result.
I kinda want someone to write all the creative cussing Dean ended up doing, because I'm not really the cussing type, but I think it would be hilarious. XD
Re: Suffer A Witch [3/3]; Sam, Dean, Castiel; PG, no spoilerschibifriezaApril 1 2010, 20:55:30 UTC
...you are going to be the death of me. Sequential curse. Different poetic structure/whatever every day for a week, at which point it wears off. Give me seven and I'll do it.
Re: HOW EXCITINGchibifriezaApril 1 2010, 21:59:02 UTC
ACROSTIC DIALOGUE.
XD
This is going to be SO MUCH FUN. But, okay, you're going to have to wait for it, because this is also going to be INSANELY COMPLICATED. Don't expect anything before tomorrow. Maybe not even then.
(I'm kind of tempted to have 7 be a collaborative sestina, but I don't know if I have the mojo. *_* We'll see how things go.)
Re: HOW EXCITINGchibifriezaApril 1 2010, 22:32:26 UTC
YES. EXACTLY. \o/
You know, I think that you need to write the dadaist poetry curse fic. XD You seem to have an excellent grasp on it, whereas dadaism is not really my cup of tea. Sound poetry is going to be enough of a stretch. And I think Castiel's going to shine on e. e. cummings day. :P
Between them, Sam and Castiel explained what Sam had discovered, and what they had to do.
“Okay.” Dean always perked up when there was a plan of action to be made. “So if we deconstruct this thing, then we can break it. Am I right so far?” Sam and Castiel nodded in tandem. “So pretty much, we have to figure out whether this thing was set up recently, or whether it’s an older setup. And,” he added, “if it was old, then we don’t have a prayer, ‘cause there’s no way to find out what she used.”
“That outlook’s kind of grim. You think it was?”
Dean shook his head. “Whether or not it was, we gotta do what we can do, and work with what we have. If it was recent, maybe it was set inside that barn, with all that shit we burned.”
“So we’re no better off this way. That’s great.”
Castiel spoke up. “My memory is not as yours. That barn is perfectly preserved inside my mind.”
Sam looked hopeful. “So if you can remember what was there, then maybe we can figure this thing out.”
It was a tedious process, getting everything listed. The particulars had to be spelled out carefully, and everything took just a little longer in iambic pentameter, but eventually they had a full inventory of the barn, pre-conflagration.
Then there was the process of trying to figure out which of the items had what arcane uses, and how they combined, and what things were likely to be used in a literary-based curse, and seriously, what the hell kind of witch had they been dealing with, because that was still ridiculous no matter how you looked at it. Everyone was getting frustrated, Dean especially so, because he couldn’t just spit out a single curse and be done with it. His expletives came in strings now, and it wasn’t as though Dean didn’t enjoy some creative cussing as much as the next guy, but this was pushing it. Sam found that watching Dean’s frustration actually helped him keep his cool; with someone else swearing so elaborately, he didn’t need to.
They’d killed the witch in late afternoon; it was after midnight by the time they had it figured out. Parchment, ink, wax, and the ground bones of a linnet. The logic was consistent, but convoluted. By the time they reached their answer, Sam was exhausted, and he was pretty sure Dean was in even worse shape.
“So even if we wanted to tonight, we couldn’t do it yet, so let’s just sleep,” Sam said.
“I’m with you there. You staying, Cas, or what?”
“I think that I will stay. It’s - comforting.” He looked disconcerted as he said it, but Sam and Dean let it pass. “Angels don’t sleep. I can stay in the chair.”
That worked out for all concerned.
Except Sam just had to say it. “Good night, you guys. Sleep well, or whatever.”
Dean groaned. “Just shut up, Sammy, we’ll be up all night.”
Sam shut up.
First thing in the morning, there was coffee, and then there was finding the ingredients - the linnet was the hardest, and Castiel did something Sam couldn’t quite follow with his eyes and suddenly there was only a fragile skeleton perched tenuously on his palm. Then there was the ritual, which was an amalgamation of what they figured the original spell setup had been and the elements to make it reverse itself.
Castiel remained apart from the actual working. Sam did most of it, but Dean lent a hand when it needed more than one person who wasn’t an experienced witch.
And then it was done.
There was silence for a moment. Then Sam, tentatively: “Did it work?”
A pause.
“Hell yeah,” exclaimed Dean.
“It would seem that we have succeeded,” agreed Castiel.
“Friggin’ witches, man. I hate ‘em.”
Sam wholeheartedly agreed.
~the end~
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I like that Dean didn't realize until he couldn't sing in the shower. XD
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Although you may have noticed that I couldn't actually work "iambic pentameter" into the dialogue, because it's not actually iambic. :P And I did fudge a couple of things, but I figure if Shakespeare can do it, I'm allowed.
Thank you. I thought it made sense. XD
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I kinda want someone to write all the creative cussing Dean ended up doing, because I'm not really the cussing type, but I think it would be hilarious. XD
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XD
This is going to be SO MUCH FUN. But, okay, you're going to have to wait for it, because this is also going to be INSANELY COMPLICATED. Don't expect anything before tomorrow. Maybe not even then.
(I'm kind of tempted to have 7 be a collaborative sestina, but I don't know if I have the mojo. *_* We'll see how things go.)
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You know, I think that you need to write the dadaist poetry curse fic. XD You seem to have an excellent grasp on it, whereas dadaism is not really my cup of tea. Sound poetry is going to be enough of a stretch. And I think Castiel's going to shine on e. e. cummings day. :P
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