comment_fic 216-220: Supernatural, Winnie the Pooh, Psych
Title: defense mechanisms
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: first
Prompt: Dean, the whole series was a hallucination he had after Sam died and he went off the deep end.
A part of him, deep down inside, knows. That's what Dr. Malloy thinks anyway, and don't tell her I said this, but I think she's as crazy as he is. That boy, poor dear, don't have a clue about any'a this, he's locked so far inside himself.
Sometimes, he does almost seem lucid, I guess. For a moment his face clears and I say, "Hey, Dean," but then he goes back into his mind, and I don't begrudge him that. What's waitin' for him if he comes out... lord, that'd frighten the hardest men I ever knew, and this boy...
Well. It's not his fault, is it? His mama killed when he was only a boy, and they're pretty sure his daddy done it, you know. Not that they could ever prove it. And then his brother, just a baby himself! Barely twenty, I think. Killed in a fire, too.
Yeah, I don't blame Dean Winchester for what he did. He only killed bad people, you know. People who deserved it. Thought they were monsters, and aren't they?
Ah, duty calls. Gotta go give that boy his medicine, if he'll take it.
Title: mindgames
Fandom: Winnie the Pooh
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for the basic premise of Winnie the Pooh
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: less than 50
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, seeing things
Sometimes, it almost seems like Christopher's toys move on their own. She'll place Pooh Bear on the bed and when reach down for her son's shirt; when she stands back up, Pooh is on the pillow, but she placed him at the foot of the bed.
Things like that. Tiny, really. Maybe she just thought she put one of the toys somewhere.
Soon enough, though, she doesn't go in Christopher's room anymore.
Title: waiting in the wings
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 205
Point of view: third
Prompt: Team Free Will, "Don't give up. You have more friends than enemies."
"Hello, Jesse," she says, long blonde hair blowing in the salty breeze. "I think we have a couple friends in common."
She looks nice. Sounds nice. But appearances are deceiving, and no one knows who he is, anymore.
"My name's Layla," she continues. "And I just wanted to let you know about another friend, someone who helps us all, gets us ready for what's coming." She holds out a small piece of paper. "If you ever wanna help us help the Winchesters, go here."
If she's dangerous, he can stop her, so he takes the note. Missouri Mosley and an address are printed in big block letters, no-nonsense handwriting, and he can feel, through the paper, her good intentions.
"How did you die?" Jesse asks, looking up at her.
"Brain tumor," she replies.
He nods. "I might come," he tells her. "If… maybe…"
She smiles and reaches out; he lets her touch his cheek. "You have nothing to make up for, Jesse." Her voice is soft and kind, and he knows he's not good enough, but it sure is nice to hear. He closes his eyes as she leans down to kiss his forehead, and when he opens them, she's gone.
He tucks the note away.
Title: the last lie
Fandom: Psych
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: character death
Rating: PG
Pairings: implied Shawn/Gus
Wordcount: 260
Point of view: third
Prompt: Shawn/any or none, he's told 5012 lies by the time he dies
He remembers the first lie he ever told, of course, a little boy thing, I'm not tired, Mommy, I can stay up with you.
All the rest came just that easy, too. Small, miniscule, unimportant. Nothing. Older he got, more elaborate the lies got, until he was a psychic. He was a psychic saving people and stopping crime, lying nearly every minute of the day.
Gus told him it'd come back to bite him in his lily-white ass, and it was the truth, too.
Some people don't like being found out in their lies, like Mr. Jumpy Trigger Finger, here, his barrel pointed right between Shawn's eyes.
And no one knows Shawn is here, of course. It wasn't supposed to be anything-Shawn just needed to see the crime-scene again, try to see whatever he missed with Gus wilting next to him, gasping for air because of all the blood, and Lassiter breathing down his neck.
It wasn't supposed to be anything, but the killer did come back. And now he's glaring at Shawn over the big-ass gun in his hand, and Shawn, maybe he really is psychic. Because he knows-knows-how this will play out.
His mind cycles through all the lies he's told, and he wishes he could tell Gus how sorry he is for all the grief Shawn's put him through. Let Dad know that he loves him.
He can remember every lie he's told, but he stops counting as Jumpy Trigger Finger becomes Shawn-Killer, and he whispers, "Gus, you'll be fine without me."
Title: check yes or no
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for everything aired; AUish
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam Winchester, five times he said no and one time he said yes
When Sammy was four, Daddy wanted him to sit quietly while Daddy flipped through some old book. Sammy wanted Daddy to play. Dean was busy trying to wash clothes, and he didn't want to play either.
Sammy couldn't sit still long, so he marched up to Daddy and demanded that Daddy play with him right now.
Daddy told Sammy to go sit back down. Sammy shouted, "NO!"
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When Sam was nine, not long after he learned the truth, he asked to go on a hunt. Dad asked if he'd ever looked evil in the eye, if he was ready for that.
Sam said, "No."
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When Sam was thirteen, Dad told him to get his ass outside with his brother and train.
Sam had a history test the next day, so he said, "No, sir."
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When Sam was eighteen, Dad ordered him not to leave. Said they needed to stay together, that Dad and Dean needed him.
Sam looked over at Dean, and Dean dropped his gaze.
So Sam said no and Dad said if you leave, don't come back and Sam walked out the door.
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When Sam was twenty-four, he watched Dean get ripped apart by hellhounds.
The only thing he could think or scream or whisper was no but it didn't matter.
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When Sam was twenty-seven, Lucifer offered him a deal.
Dean said, "Sammy, don't."
Sam looked away and asked, "If I don't?"
Lucifer smiled. "You know what'll happen then."
Sam closed his eyes and muttered, "Yes."