Fic: how many times can I break till I shatter?
Title: how many times can I break till I shatter?
Fandom: Supernatural.
Pairing/Characters: Various.
Rating: PG
Words: 1430
Notes: 1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
This may have taken forever to finish and I may have cheated once or twice, or maybe a million times, but whatevs, it's done and semi-good. I tried to stay within a hundred word count so it'd feel less like cheating, but some just didn't want to end. I apologize, Katie xP I chose Supernatural because it's the only fandom I really know well enough, besides Harry Potter, to get random inspiration for, and amazingly stayed pretty much within canon, except for a few small diversions. I also added the link that brings you to either YouTube or imeem to listen to the song if you so choose. Finally, enjoy, and please comment! ♥ ♥ ♥
1 || “All I Got” by Newton Faulkner
Dean/Cassie
Her face fills his mind, eyes wide and mouth a perfect “O," and her words are left to ring in his head like a warning bell. He sits with his face buried in his hands, fingers pressing against his temples, against the bridge of his nose. He shouldn’t have told her, shouldn’t have said - And now she’s gone, the final slam of the door cutting right through the thread holding together the bits of his broken heart and leaving him holding the shattered pieces alone. He picks up his cell phone. “Yeah, okay, Dad. Be there soon.”
2 || “Paper Aeroplane” by Angus & Julia Stone
Sam/Jess
He folds the motel stationary carefully, fingers slip sliding along the page. Long, straight lines and sharp angles obscuring message written in blocky penmanship, laid on thick with dark ink. All the while, he could feel her; slender hands on his, guiding him through, blonde hair tickling his cheek, warmth against his back and a giggle in his ear. He takes his fragile construction to the roof with a ghost at his side, the scent of cookies in the air. He flicks it away at the edge, it flies off into the night, and he is left with her memory.
3 || "Volcano" by Damien Rice
Castiel/Ruby
He tries to give her orders from a God that had forgotten her long ago, who turned his cheek to her suffering and she turned from him into the arms of a black eyed woman offering power. But his eyes are blue, clear like the sky, and he offers salvation with his touch. She kisses him then, liking the pain, the burn of his lips on hers, likes touching something she shouldn’t, and she likes that he lets her, smiling and letting the demon with a heart of gold go deeper, digging her own little hole in his soul and stealing his grace away with her tongue.
4 || "Sunday Mornings" by Maroon 5
Sam/Sarah. Yeah, I know.
She presses their palms together, fingers twining above their heads as they lay below, skin sticking together with sweat under the sheets. “Like this,” she whispers, kissing his shoulder, his neck, his nose, and laying her forehead against his. She curls closer, hand spread out over the ink above his heart, fingers tracing along lines of protection, until he can feel hers beating her chest. And he thinks, maybe, she can chase the years away, erase the scars with her touch. “I missed you,” she whispers. He brushes her hair away, fingers skating the edge of her cheekbone, and pulls her inside until he’s home.
5 || "Liar, Liar" by A Fine Frenzy
Sam/Bela
She calls him in the middle of the night. It feels like a century since he’d last seen her, making off with his last true hope of saving Dean, but he takes her dictation well, and writes down the location and time before the line clicks off and the dial tone rings in his ear.
The night is relatively warm, but he can see her shaking in her trench when he approaches, how fear creeps into the corners of her eyes, even as she’s smirking up at him. “You seem different. Did something happen?” she asks, and he wonders if it truly takes one to know one, if she can see exactly how ruthless he’s become.
“What do you want, Bela?” he says, voice rough from too little sleep and too little time, and she doesn’t needle him or push the issue like he expects her to.
“Here,” she whispers, holding out a crinkled brown paper bag, and presses it into his hands. “It was good seeing you again, Sam.” She brushes past him as she goes, almost in the clear when he grabs her arm, and twirls her around.
“Why?” he demands, because this is Bela Talbot, and nothing comes for free.
She tilts her head, sharp little chin proud, and she smiles. “So you can’t say I never gave you anything,” she says, her fingers brushing along his cheek. “One last good deed…” And she’s leaning in, almost like he’s dreaming again, and presses a kiss to his mouth. It’s chaste, almost sweet, and then she’s murmuring against his cheek. “Her name is Lilith. Be careful and watch your back.”
She comes back around to look him in the eye to make sure he understands what she’s saying to him. He does understand, everything she wanted him too and everything she didn‘t. “Bela-”
She silences him with a sharp look. “I bought my ticket a long time ago. Don’t be stupid, and don’t make me change my mind.”
“Thank you,” he says, and he feels like a terrible person for it.
She nods, muttering a ta and leaves him, standing there clutching the colt between his hands.
6 || "When You Were Young" by The Killers
John/Mary
John Winchester was meant to save her. They were going to drive away from this town this night, leaving memories of salt and monsters and bad dreams in a cloud of dust ever fading behind them. Now he lays her lap, limp as a rag doll and broken like an old toy, and a man with yellow eyes offers to fix him, for a price. Kissing her father’s cold, dead lips, she pulls back, and Dean is there staring at her like she was the one who tore that hole and ruined him. But John is gasping for breath, and she tugs him closer, closing her eyes to that accusing gaze, and feels John’s arms around her like iron. Maybe he can still save her.
7 || "24" by Jem
Dean&Sam
He feels the tick of the clock like the pounding of his heart against his ribcage. His life will be over in the matter of hours, in matter of minutes, and finally, he’s really okay with that. It sucks, and yeah, he doesn’t want to go to Hell, but by the way Sam looks at him, like he’d do anything, even toss himself down into the pit right with Dean if it meant saving him, damning himself for Dean, and he realizes even if he lived, he couldn’t live with that. So bring on the flames and the torture, he’s ready.
8 || "Watch The Sky" by Something Corporate
Sam&Dean
Sam had picked up the disposable camera in Richardson, Texas in hope of commemorating one of his finer immature pranks, but it had gotten lost in the case only to turn up a few weeks later, digging hard into his spine as he lay cramped in the back seat. He wound it up on a whim, setting the flash, and decided to blind a half-drunk Dean as he slid in behind the steering wheel. It became a game then, the “let’s see how many awkward pictures I can take of Dean before I run out of film” game. Mid-bite around a burger bigger than his face, eyes squeezed shut and blurry arms as he belts out how she shook him all night long, wrapped in the motel blanket like a burrito and looking younger than he should. Sam developed them, then hid them in the deepest reaches of his duffle, there in case he ever needed leverage. He pulls them out now, the early morning light creeping in behind the drapes, Dean finally asleep after far too little and far too much alcohol. He leafs through each one slowly, and smiles tightly as he remembers the last time life was easy and he felt okay.
9 || "Shattered" by O. A. R.
Sam&Dean
Sam reads his father’s journal, hands clenching and shaking around the soft leather, eyes burning over handwriting that’s as familiar to him as his own. He knows this book, cover to cover, like the disease pumping through his veins, and still, he searches. For what? A message written in some secret code, a small comfort, soothing words from a man he spent his life in battle with, don’t worry, son, he’ll be back, he always comes back. That’s just it, Dean never leaves. But now he’s gone, miles and miles, driving alone on a lonely highway. He left, and Sam is in pieces.
10 || "Drive" by Deftones [Cars Cover]
Dean&Sam
Sam saved the world, but lost himself, leaving Dean with this haunted, silent man who fills the passenger’s seat, and for all appearances, looks like his brother, but that’s where the similarities stop. The angels have made themselves scarce, and Dean’s pretty sure he’d shoot them on the principle alone if they came too near. He grips the steering wheel, jaw tightening at the thought. They let this happen, it was all according to plan, and all Dean wants to do is march into heaven to tell God where to fucking stick it. Then a familiar melody seeps through the speakers, and he can hear Sam hum along with Jon Bon Jovi, smiling, and Dean’s thinking maybe Sammy’s still in there trapped in that huge head of his.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Pairing/Characters: Various.
Rating: PG
Words: 1430
Notes: 1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
This may have taken forever to finish and I may have cheated once or twice, or maybe a million times, but whatevs, it's done and semi-good. I tried to stay within a hundred word count so it'd feel less like cheating, but some just didn't want to end. I apologize, Katie xP I chose Supernatural because it's the only fandom I really know well enough, besides Harry Potter, to get random inspiration for, and amazingly stayed pretty much within canon, except for a few small diversions. I also added the link that brings you to either YouTube or imeem to listen to the song if you so choose. Finally, enjoy, and please comment! ♥ ♥ ♥
1 || “All I Got” by Newton Faulkner
Dean/Cassie
Her face fills his mind, eyes wide and mouth a perfect “O," and her words are left to ring in his head like a warning bell. He sits with his face buried in his hands, fingers pressing against his temples, against the bridge of his nose. He shouldn’t have told her, shouldn’t have said - And now she’s gone, the final slam of the door cutting right through the thread holding together the bits of his broken heart and leaving him holding the shattered pieces alone. He picks up his cell phone. “Yeah, okay, Dad. Be there soon.”
2 || “Paper Aeroplane” by Angus & Julia Stone
Sam/Jess
He folds the motel stationary carefully, fingers slip sliding along the page. Long, straight lines and sharp angles obscuring message written in blocky penmanship, laid on thick with dark ink. All the while, he could feel her; slender hands on his, guiding him through, blonde hair tickling his cheek, warmth against his back and a giggle in his ear. He takes his fragile construction to the roof with a ghost at his side, the scent of cookies in the air. He flicks it away at the edge, it flies off into the night, and he is left with her memory.
3 || "Volcano" by Damien Rice
Castiel/Ruby
He tries to give her orders from a God that had forgotten her long ago, who turned his cheek to her suffering and she turned from him into the arms of a black eyed woman offering power. But his eyes are blue, clear like the sky, and he offers salvation with his touch. She kisses him then, liking the pain, the burn of his lips on hers, likes touching something she shouldn’t, and she likes that he lets her, smiling and letting the demon with a heart of gold go deeper, digging her own little hole in his soul and stealing his grace away with her tongue.
4 || "Sunday Mornings" by Maroon 5
Sam/Sarah. Yeah, I know.
She presses their palms together, fingers twining above their heads as they lay below, skin sticking together with sweat under the sheets. “Like this,” she whispers, kissing his shoulder, his neck, his nose, and laying her forehead against his. She curls closer, hand spread out over the ink above his heart, fingers tracing along lines of protection, until he can feel hers beating her chest. And he thinks, maybe, she can chase the years away, erase the scars with her touch. “I missed you,” she whispers. He brushes her hair away, fingers skating the edge of her cheekbone, and pulls her inside until he’s home.
5 || "Liar, Liar" by A Fine Frenzy
Sam/Bela
She calls him in the middle of the night. It feels like a century since he’d last seen her, making off with his last true hope of saving Dean, but he takes her dictation well, and writes down the location and time before the line clicks off and the dial tone rings in his ear.
The night is relatively warm, but he can see her shaking in her trench when he approaches, how fear creeps into the corners of her eyes, even as she’s smirking up at him. “You seem different. Did something happen?” she asks, and he wonders if it truly takes one to know one, if she can see exactly how ruthless he’s become.
“What do you want, Bela?” he says, voice rough from too little sleep and too little time, and she doesn’t needle him or push the issue like he expects her to.
“Here,” she whispers, holding out a crinkled brown paper bag, and presses it into his hands. “It was good seeing you again, Sam.” She brushes past him as she goes, almost in the clear when he grabs her arm, and twirls her around.
“Why?” he demands, because this is Bela Talbot, and nothing comes for free.
She tilts her head, sharp little chin proud, and she smiles. “So you can’t say I never gave you anything,” she says, her fingers brushing along his cheek. “One last good deed…” And she’s leaning in, almost like he’s dreaming again, and presses a kiss to his mouth. It’s chaste, almost sweet, and then she’s murmuring against his cheek. “Her name is Lilith. Be careful and watch your back.”
She comes back around to look him in the eye to make sure he understands what she’s saying to him. He does understand, everything she wanted him too and everything she didn‘t. “Bela-”
She silences him with a sharp look. “I bought my ticket a long time ago. Don’t be stupid, and don’t make me change my mind.”
“Thank you,” he says, and he feels like a terrible person for it.
She nods, muttering a ta and leaves him, standing there clutching the colt between his hands.
6 || "When You Were Young" by The Killers
John/Mary
John Winchester was meant to save her. They were going to drive away from this town this night, leaving memories of salt and monsters and bad dreams in a cloud of dust ever fading behind them. Now he lays her lap, limp as a rag doll and broken like an old toy, and a man with yellow eyes offers to fix him, for a price. Kissing her father’s cold, dead lips, she pulls back, and Dean is there staring at her like she was the one who tore that hole and ruined him. But John is gasping for breath, and she tugs him closer, closing her eyes to that accusing gaze, and feels John’s arms around her like iron. Maybe he can still save her.
7 || "24" by Jem
Dean&Sam
He feels the tick of the clock like the pounding of his heart against his ribcage. His life will be over in the matter of hours, in matter of minutes, and finally, he’s really okay with that. It sucks, and yeah, he doesn’t want to go to Hell, but by the way Sam looks at him, like he’d do anything, even toss himself down into the pit right with Dean if it meant saving him, damning himself for Dean, and he realizes even if he lived, he couldn’t live with that. So bring on the flames and the torture, he’s ready.
8 || "Watch The Sky" by Something Corporate
Sam&Dean
Sam had picked up the disposable camera in Richardson, Texas in hope of commemorating one of his finer immature pranks, but it had gotten lost in the case only to turn up a few weeks later, digging hard into his spine as he lay cramped in the back seat. He wound it up on a whim, setting the flash, and decided to blind a half-drunk Dean as he slid in behind the steering wheel. It became a game then, the “let’s see how many awkward pictures I can take of Dean before I run out of film” game. Mid-bite around a burger bigger than his face, eyes squeezed shut and blurry arms as he belts out how she shook him all night long, wrapped in the motel blanket like a burrito and looking younger than he should. Sam developed them, then hid them in the deepest reaches of his duffle, there in case he ever needed leverage. He pulls them out now, the early morning light creeping in behind the drapes, Dean finally asleep after far too little and far too much alcohol. He leafs through each one slowly, and smiles tightly as he remembers the last time life was easy and he felt okay.
9 || "Shattered" by O. A. R.
Sam&Dean
Sam reads his father’s journal, hands clenching and shaking around the soft leather, eyes burning over handwriting that’s as familiar to him as his own. He knows this book, cover to cover, like the disease pumping through his veins, and still, he searches. For what? A message written in some secret code, a small comfort, soothing words from a man he spent his life in battle with, don’t worry, son, he’ll be back, he always comes back. That’s just it, Dean never leaves. But now he’s gone, miles and miles, driving alone on a lonely highway. He left, and Sam is in pieces.
10 || "Drive" by Deftones [Cars Cover]
Dean&Sam
Sam saved the world, but lost himself, leaving Dean with this haunted, silent man who fills the passenger’s seat, and for all appearances, looks like his brother, but that’s where the similarities stop. The angels have made themselves scarce, and Dean’s pretty sure he’d shoot them on the principle alone if they came too near. He grips the steering wheel, jaw tightening at the thought. They let this happen, it was all according to plan, and all Dean wants to do is march into heaven to tell God where to fucking stick it. Then a familiar melody seeps through the speakers, and he can hear Sam hum along with Jon Bon Jovi, smiling, and Dean’s thinking maybe Sammy’s still in there trapped in that huge head of his.