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I had a dream last night about an SPN AU where the demons, angels and hunters were all rival biker gangs, Sons of Anarchy style.
I don't even know, people.
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I was supposed to post this days ago, but RL threw up all over me the past few days in various minor but annoying ways. But anyway! For morganoconner, who was having a bad time this week and wanted a peek at my spn_in_space crossover:
A sudden, insistent tingle in the back of Sam's mind pulls him from dreams he's glad he can't remember; he opens his eyes to find River looming at the foot of his bed. "Hey."
"It's noisy."
She doesn't look angry or frightened, just frustrated; at first Sam doesn't know what she could possibly be talking about, but then he remembers that the bunk she and her brother are sharing adjoin Dean and Cas'. "You mean the room next to you is noisy." She nods and Sam sits up. "Are they okay?"
"Cas doesn't sleep and Dean has his nightmares for him."
Sam relaxes. "Yeah. I guess that's what they do." He scoots over, patting the empty place on the bed, and she sits on the edge, her feet dangling. He watches her tap out a melody with her fingertips against the palm of her other hand as she hums under her breath; he doesn't recognize the tune and wonders if she's making it up on the spot. "Everything okay?"
She nods, her hair hiding her face. When she reaches the end of whatever it is she's composing she takes a deep breath, sliding them under her as if it's the only way to keep them still. "It was rude to question your humanity."
Sam could only chuckle. "God, you're just like talking to Cas sometimes."
With no warning and without her even looking her hand shoots out and splays flat against this chest. After a few tense seconds she says, "Do you miss it?"
"New heartbeat did take a while to get used to."
She nods, rubbing a spot on the back of her head. "Two by two, hands of blue," she whispers softly to herself, rocking back and forth, before suddenly snapping out of it. "But the Russian had black eyes, not blue hands. He walks around sharp in Dean's dreams."
She's looking at him as if she's asked a question. He props himself up against the wall, searching for words. "I got...hurt," he finally says, choosing not to revisit the whys there. "Hurt bad. Dead, bad. But, you know, the 'verse being what it is, dead doesn't necessarily mean dead if you know the right people. Dean got me fixed up, but to pay for it he had to...he did some bad things."
"For the Russian."
"Yeah. But that doesn't mean Dean's bad, okay?" He drums his fingers against the bed. "That's why we met Cas in the first place, really. He worked for parliament then and they sent him to get Dean. They...wanted him to do something for them. Wanted both of us to."
"That was when Dean changed his name."
Sam nods. "Yeah, I guess so. Cas found out what was really going on and he decided to help us. Probably would have been better for him if he hadn't." The faint flutter of guilt burns hot. Sam knows Dean blames himself for everything - he always does, he's Dean - but Sam knows the whole chain started with him. "Not everyone's lucky enough to have brothers like ours."
River's hand is still pressed against his chest. "Okay if I tell you a secret?" he says. She nods and he continues, "Here's the secret about this boat. If you stay here long enough you become family, if you let yourself. I don't know what Simon has planned for the two of you, but trust me, sooner or later you'll forget you wanted to be anywhere else."
If she's heard him, she doesn't give any sign. "It's quiet here. I like that." Then without another word she curls up at the foot of the bed like a cat and is asleep in seconds.
Sam decides to play the gentleman and camps out on the floor. He has a pretty good night's sleep regardless.
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Still doing this: Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you and excerpt from that story.
I don't even know, people.
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I was supposed to post this days ago, but RL threw up all over me the past few days in various minor but annoying ways. But anyway! For morganoconner, who was having a bad time this week and wanted a peek at my spn_in_space crossover:
A sudden, insistent tingle in the back of Sam's mind pulls him from dreams he's glad he can't remember; he opens his eyes to find River looming at the foot of his bed. "Hey."
"It's noisy."
She doesn't look angry or frightened, just frustrated; at first Sam doesn't know what she could possibly be talking about, but then he remembers that the bunk she and her brother are sharing adjoin Dean and Cas'. "You mean the room next to you is noisy." She nods and Sam sits up. "Are they okay?"
"Cas doesn't sleep and Dean has his nightmares for him."
Sam relaxes. "Yeah. I guess that's what they do." He scoots over, patting the empty place on the bed, and she sits on the edge, her feet dangling. He watches her tap out a melody with her fingertips against the palm of her other hand as she hums under her breath; he doesn't recognize the tune and wonders if she's making it up on the spot. "Everything okay?"
She nods, her hair hiding her face. When she reaches the end of whatever it is she's composing she takes a deep breath, sliding them under her as if it's the only way to keep them still. "It was rude to question your humanity."
Sam could only chuckle. "God, you're just like talking to Cas sometimes."
With no warning and without her even looking her hand shoots out and splays flat against this chest. After a few tense seconds she says, "Do you miss it?"
"New heartbeat did take a while to get used to."
She nods, rubbing a spot on the back of her head. "Two by two, hands of blue," she whispers softly to herself, rocking back and forth, before suddenly snapping out of it. "But the Russian had black eyes, not blue hands. He walks around sharp in Dean's dreams."
She's looking at him as if she's asked a question. He props himself up against the wall, searching for words. "I got...hurt," he finally says, choosing not to revisit the whys there. "Hurt bad. Dead, bad. But, you know, the 'verse being what it is, dead doesn't necessarily mean dead if you know the right people. Dean got me fixed up, but to pay for it he had to...he did some bad things."
"For the Russian."
"Yeah. But that doesn't mean Dean's bad, okay?" He drums his fingers against the bed. "That's why we met Cas in the first place, really. He worked for parliament then and they sent him to get Dean. They...wanted him to do something for them. Wanted both of us to."
"That was when Dean changed his name."
Sam nods. "Yeah, I guess so. Cas found out what was really going on and he decided to help us. Probably would have been better for him if he hadn't." The faint flutter of guilt burns hot. Sam knows Dean blames himself for everything - he always does, he's Dean - but Sam knows the whole chain started with him. "Not everyone's lucky enough to have brothers like ours."
River's hand is still pressed against his chest. "Okay if I tell you a secret?" he says. She nods and he continues, "Here's the secret about this boat. If you stay here long enough you become family, if you let yourself. I don't know what Simon has planned for the two of you, but trust me, sooner or later you'll forget you wanted to be anywhere else."
If she's heard him, she doesn't give any sign. "It's quiet here. I like that." Then without another word she curls up at the foot of the bed like a cat and is asleep in seconds.
Sam decides to play the gentleman and camps out on the floor. He has a pretty good night's sleep regardless.
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Still doing this: Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you and excerpt from that story.