when fandoms collide
Made my afternoon. From fleshflutter 's fic, The Incestuous Courtship of the Antichrist's Bride, Chapter 3:
To the seething mass of demons caught within himself, Sam says, "Those of you that wanna switch to my team, you're free to go find yourself a meatsuit that belongs to someone dying or to someone who deserves to play host to you. To all the others…" He burns the malignancy of those not willing to serve him, drowns them in his blood and sets fire to them. Afterwards, he opens his mouth and blows the ashes out. As he does so, he sees Dean staring at him. Sheepishly, he brushes a few lingering ashes from his mouth.
They look at each other.
"I don't think you're Harvey Dent, Sam," Dean says after a long pause. "I think you're Dr Manhattan. And I guess I'm Laurie." He nods to himself in a satisfied way. "Laurie. Man, I'd hit that."
Sam is pretty sure that Dean is trying to make an important point, and is couching it in Winchester avoidance. "Are we having a meaningful conversation through the medium of comic books?" he says.
"Actually," Castiel says, "due to the sophistication of the plot and the nature of its themes, Watchmen is arguably deserving of the term 'graphic novel', not 'comic book'."
"Oh please," Anna says. "Alan Moore is a belligerent, paranoid misogynist who thinks gratuitous violence, an emphasis on pseudo-philosophical dialogue and an unrelenting, and unrealistic, dystopia passes for sophistication and makes him look edgy."
"I think you need to consider Watchmen in its cultural context," Castiel says.
Sam rolls his eyes. Any hope he had of getting a straight answer out of Dean is now gone. Dean has had time to prepare. "If I'm Dr Manhattan, who's Ozymandias then?" he says instead. "'Cause I should probably go kick his butt before he drops a mutant squid on us."
Dean shrugs, heading back in the direction of where he parked the Impala. "Uh… how about Zachariah? He's pretty self-righteous and is all about the greater good, isn't he?"
"So what about Nite Owl then?" Someone with wings, Sam thinks, with a dark look at Castiel, who is still debating with Anna whether Watchmen is a modern classic or severely overrated and pretentious pulp.
"We don't have to cast the whole comic," Dean says.
"I want to be Rorschach," most of the demons say at once.
"Fucking Rorschach fans," Dean growls. "He's an emo sociopath with poor hygiene and mommy-issues."
"Talking of which, is it just me," says Gaviel from near the back, "or did anyone else think the Comedian looked kind of like John Winchester?" As one, Sam and Dean turn to give him a deeply unimpressed look. Gaviel blanches. "Just me then."
*grins*
To the seething mass of demons caught within himself, Sam says, "Those of you that wanna switch to my team, you're free to go find yourself a meatsuit that belongs to someone dying or to someone who deserves to play host to you. To all the others…" He burns the malignancy of those not willing to serve him, drowns them in his blood and sets fire to them. Afterwards, he opens his mouth and blows the ashes out. As he does so, he sees Dean staring at him. Sheepishly, he brushes a few lingering ashes from his mouth.
They look at each other.
"I don't think you're Harvey Dent, Sam," Dean says after a long pause. "I think you're Dr Manhattan. And I guess I'm Laurie." He nods to himself in a satisfied way. "Laurie. Man, I'd hit that."
Sam is pretty sure that Dean is trying to make an important point, and is couching it in Winchester avoidance. "Are we having a meaningful conversation through the medium of comic books?" he says.
"Actually," Castiel says, "due to the sophistication of the plot and the nature of its themes, Watchmen is arguably deserving of the term 'graphic novel', not 'comic book'."
"Oh please," Anna says. "Alan Moore is a belligerent, paranoid misogynist who thinks gratuitous violence, an emphasis on pseudo-philosophical dialogue and an unrelenting, and unrealistic, dystopia passes for sophistication and makes him look edgy."
"I think you need to consider Watchmen in its cultural context," Castiel says.
Sam rolls his eyes. Any hope he had of getting a straight answer out of Dean is now gone. Dean has had time to prepare. "If I'm Dr Manhattan, who's Ozymandias then?" he says instead. "'Cause I should probably go kick his butt before he drops a mutant squid on us."
Dean shrugs, heading back in the direction of where he parked the Impala. "Uh… how about Zachariah? He's pretty self-righteous and is all about the greater good, isn't he?"
"So what about Nite Owl then?" Someone with wings, Sam thinks, with a dark look at Castiel, who is still debating with Anna whether Watchmen is a modern classic or severely overrated and pretentious pulp.
"We don't have to cast the whole comic," Dean says.
"I want to be Rorschach," most of the demons say at once.
"Fucking Rorschach fans," Dean growls. "He's an emo sociopath with poor hygiene and mommy-issues."
"Talking of which, is it just me," says Gaviel from near the back, "or did anyone else think the Comedian looked kind of like John Winchester?" As one, Sam and Dean turn to give him a deeply unimpressed look. Gaviel blanches. "Just me then."
*grins*