Supernatural, Weighed Down, Castiel, R, self-harmjenabApril 3 2011, 20:51:42 UTC
Prompt: The heart is heavy; in fact everything in this body seems to weigh him down. Castiel has no need for anchors - he’s a creature of flight. Jimmy won’t mind, he can always find him new lungs later.Jimmy’s body had been bred for him through the Novak bloodline going back generations. Despite how easily he slid into his human vessel, Castiel found himself weighted down in a way he’d never felt before. He was a creature of light and air, drifting through the currents of time and space only seen by himself and his brethren
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Supernatural, Negative Space, Sam, John, (Dean), PG, no warningshoneylocusttreeApril 3 2011, 21:07:31 UTC
Prompt: Dean was born, Dean died at the age of three. So who/what carries Sam out of the house that night? And why does John keep insisting on calling it, Dean? Is Dean even there?
Note: This is just weirdness.
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Negative Space
“Make room,” Dad says.
So Sam makes room, scooting over on the broken-down sofa. He’d like to think there was a breath or a moment of warmth, something tangible and real. But there’s not. Just Sam, settled against the armrest, feet planted on the floor, skinny arms awkward and fingers tangled in on themselves like overgrown thornbushes. Just Sam, and the empty space beside him.
John nods his approval at the table and goes back to work, bending low over the journal and stacks of newspapers. Sam slits a glance to the side. Fights a ridiculous urge to ask, “So whaddaya wanna watch?” of the silence beside him.
In the end, he pulls his feet off the floor, curls in more firmly against the armrest, and reaches for the remote.
-- It’s cold, and dark outside, and the amulet from Uncle
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Re: Supernatural, Negative Space, Sam, John, (Dean), PG, no warningshoneylocusttreeApril 3 2011, 21:08:36 UTC
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Sam takes the amulet from the secret pocket in his bag. It’s still in the wrapping, the newspaper worn and faded by the passage of time. Slowly, with fingers grown deft through years of training, he unwraps it, peeling away the tape and paper, exposing the small brass head to the air.
He weighs it carefully in his palm.
“Don’t come back,” Dad had said.
“If you walk out that door, don’t come back.”
He’s standing in the empty dorm room, his bag at his feet. It’s a double. There’s going to be another person here soon.
He paces the room. Seven steps to the window. Fifteen steps from wall to wall.
He doesn’t move around Dean. It takes two people to make that shape. Sam’s new roommate isn’t going to know how.
Dean isn’t here.
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Jess burns. She burns.
Sam’s never seen anything like it. Can’t remember feeling heat like this, or sickness, or the warmth of her blood where it’s fallen and smeared on his face. She’s on the ceiling and he has to get her down.
He has to get her down. When strong hands grab him and haul him backwards
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Re: Supernatural, Negative Space, Sam, John, (Dean), PG, no warningstifachingApril 3 2011, 21:20:14 UTC
"He doesn’t move around Dean. It takes two people to make that shape. Sam’s new roommate isn’t going to know how." Whoah. And the whole bit with the amulet.
This is creepy and really, really sad. I can't tell you how much I love reading your fics that just sort of happen. They're always amazing.
Re: Supernatural, Negative Space, Sam, John, (Dean), PG, no warningshoneylocusttreeApril 3 2011, 21:38:45 UTC
Amazingly weird, you mean. ;) Heh.
When I was writing it, it didn't seem that creepy to me, but I guess it kinda is. I really really wanted to have it seem like there was something there without there ever actually being anything there. I was really tempted to have "Dean" show up at the end...and he kinda did. I dunno. Glad it worked and made some kind of crazy sense!
Mommy sleeps a lot. More than Sammy and he's a baby.
You can't play with Mommy now, Daddy says. She resting.
Mommy used to play with him a lot. They played lego and blocks and once they had a teddy bear picnic. He wanted to do that again but he doesn't have Bear anymore. He lost him the night Daddy told him to run outside with Sammy. And he couldn't carry Sammy and Bear so he had to leave Bear behind.
He misses Bear.
He has to sit with Sammy in the back. Mommy sat in the front for a while but now she sleeps in the trunk. Daddy said it was better for her there and she liked it better.
Daddy still won't let him sit in the front though, 'cause it's her spot.
Sometimes, instead of going to hotel rooms, Daddy pulls the car over on the side of the road.
Camp out, he says and he'll clap his hands and he smiles real big like before Mommy was so tired and slept all the time. Daddy'll wake Mommy up from the trunk and
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Ever since that day, Claire feels a lot bigger that she really is. Sometimes she reaches for things with an arm she doesn't have, or turns to look with a head that isn't there. Some days she's sure she can fly.
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Note: This is just weirdness.
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Negative Space
“Make room,” Dad says.
So Sam makes room, scooting over on the broken-down sofa. He’d like to think there was a breath or a moment of warmth, something tangible and real. But there’s not. Just Sam, settled against the armrest, feet planted on the floor, skinny arms awkward and fingers tangled in on themselves like overgrown thornbushes. Just Sam, and the empty space beside him.
John nods his approval at the table and goes back to work, bending low over the journal and stacks of newspapers. Sam slits a glance to the side. Fights a ridiculous urge to ask, “So whaddaya wanna watch?” of the silence beside him.
In the end, he pulls his feet off the floor, curls in more firmly against the armrest, and reaches for the remote.
--
It’s cold, and dark outside, and the amulet from Uncle ( ... )
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Sam takes the amulet from the secret pocket in his bag. It’s still in the wrapping, the newspaper worn and faded by the passage of time. Slowly, with fingers grown deft through years of training, he unwraps it, peeling away the tape and paper, exposing the small brass head to the air.
He weighs it carefully in his palm.
“Don’t come back,” Dad had said.
“If you walk out that door, don’t come back.”
He’s standing in the empty dorm room, his bag at his feet. It’s a double. There’s going to be another person here soon.
He paces the room. Seven steps to the window. Fifteen steps from wall to wall.
He doesn’t move around Dean. It takes two people to make that shape. Sam’s new roommate isn’t going to know how.
Dean isn’t here.
--
Jess burns. She burns.
Sam’s never seen anything like it. Can’t remember feeling heat like this, or sickness, or the warmth of her blood where it’s fallen and smeared on his face. She’s on the ceiling and he has to get her down.
He has to get her down.
When strong hands grab him and haul him backwards ( ... )
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This is creepy and really, really sad. I can't tell you how much I love reading your fics that just sort of happen. They're always amazing.
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When I was writing it, it didn't seem that creepy to me, but I guess it kinda is. I really really wanted to have it seem like there was something there without there ever actually being anything there. I was really tempted to have "Dean" show up at the end...and he kinda did. I dunno. Glad it worked and made some kind of crazy sense!
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Mommy sleeps a lot. More than Sammy and he's a baby.
You can't play with Mommy now, Daddy says. She resting.
Mommy used to play with him a lot. They played lego and blocks and once they had a teddy bear picnic. He wanted to do that again but he doesn't have Bear anymore. He lost him the night Daddy told him to run outside with Sammy. And he couldn't carry Sammy and Bear so he had to leave Bear behind.
He misses Bear.
He has to sit with Sammy in the back. Mommy sat in the front for a while but now she sleeps in the trunk. Daddy said it was better for her there and she liked it better.
Daddy still won't let him sit in the front though, 'cause it's her spot.
Sometimes, instead of going to hotel rooms, Daddy pulls the car over on the side of the road.
Camp out, he says and he'll clap his hands and he smiles real big like before Mommy was so tired and slept all the time. Daddy'll wake Mommy up from the trunk and ( ... )
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