Fic: Episode Coda 14.20. Plus some other stuff.
First the other stuff:
Good: I finally have a computer again! Yay for laptop repairs.
Bad: I didn't have a computer from mid February until April 30th and I can't cope with doing too much writing on a tiny tablet with no real keyboard, so for the first time since 2012 I haven't managed to write a SPN_J2_Bigbang. I am sad about this. But I hope we'll get at least one more season of Big Bangs. Fingers crossed.
Good: At least I'll be able to concentrate on SPN Summergen, which I've skipped the last couple of years due to my Big bangs still needing extensive revisions! I plan to sign up shortly.
Also good: The season finale. Which I loved. And which caused thinky thoughts and much pondering. I even coda'ed. Which was a nice way to welcome home my finally repaired laptop. :)
So here t'is.
Title: Thy Kingdom Come
Beta: Not beta’d
Genre(s): Episode coda.
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Spoilers: Episode 14.20
Word Count: ~750
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.
Notes: Contains dialogue from EP5.04, The End. Apologies to Douglas Adams.
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Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up-here.
INT MOTEL ROOM-NIGHT, 2009
Zachariah looms over the mud monkey, who’s leaning against the kitchenette sink looking a little shell-shocked. He soon straightens though. God really amped up the cockiness in this one.
“Well,” says Dean Winchester, “if it isn’t the ghost of Christmas screw you.”
“Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes.”
God’s favorite toy tilts his head and appears to consider Zachariah’s words. “How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?”
“The time for tricks is over,” Zachariah tells him. “Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die.”
The mud monkey dismisses him out of hand, which is not surprising, but it is infuriating. Even more infuriating, Dean disappears before Zachariah can try to teach him the lesson again, snatched out of time and space by a wave of celestial intent that Zachariah recognizes as Castiel. His brow darkens. The Seraph has really gone off script and Zachariah doesn’t understand it. Angels don’t have free will. Castiel shouldn’t be able to act independently of the Word.
Of course, free will is an illusion, even for humans.
Zachariah frowns and returns to Heaven, shedding his vessel and heading to the Manuscript room.
There are many scripts for the end of the world. Zachariah has seen them all and the one that the Angels are trying to run with is perhaps the most benign of them all. But something is interfering with the script’s execution and it’s not the Winchesters. For all their bravado and self-belief, they’re simply not powerful enough. Which can only mean one thing-and Zachariah finds himself equal parts elated and terrified as he tears the Manuscript room apart, searching.
Zachariah finds it eventually; the new WIP.
He’s fairly sure the Manuscript room didn’t have a cellar last time he visited. And he’d like to say he’s surprised to find the new draft script in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet, stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard’, but he’s pretty sure he’s just figured out where God’s been for at least some of the past few decades and if he had teeth in this form, he’d grind them.
The last chapter is still the same. The last chapter is always the same. But it seems that God is not writing this one in a linear fashion; there are still a lot of placeholders and missing chapters in the middle. And in this draft, God seems to have become inexplicably fascinated with Castiel, who’s only ever been a minor character before. Perhaps because this world’s Dean Winchester likes him so much.
Zachariah doesn’t like this script; and not just because he’s slated for an early, ignominious death. This script seems cruel and capricious and if this is the performance that God truly wants to watch, then this world is well and truly screwed.
Zachariah fantasizes for a moment about sitting down with the Winchesters and explaining everything, but he quickly dismisses the notion. They wouldn’t believe him. And besides, unlike humanity (and Castiel, Goddamn him), Zachariah can’t easily veer off script.
The angel suspects that humans are favoured by God because they sometimes force his hand; take control of the writing, even though they’re merely God’s creations; characters in his drama. He imagines God sitting in Douglas Adams’s Heaven telling him, “I swear, man, it’s like they’ve got lives of their own, like I’m simply the conduit for something real.”
God is a writer. And ultimately, the Writer is god.
His Kingdom will come. His Will will be done.
Because the last scene of the series finale has already been written. Because God may allow the world a few extra seasons, he may change a few details here and there; let things go on for a lot longer than he originally planned, just because he’s having so much fun.
But.
Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up-here.
The End.
Good: I finally have a computer again! Yay for laptop repairs.
Bad: I didn't have a computer from mid February until April 30th and I can't cope with doing too much writing on a tiny tablet with no real keyboard, so for the first time since 2012 I haven't managed to write a SPN_J2_Bigbang. I am sad about this. But I hope we'll get at least one more season of Big Bangs. Fingers crossed.
Good: At least I'll be able to concentrate on SPN Summergen, which I've skipped the last couple of years due to my Big bangs still needing extensive revisions! I plan to sign up shortly.
Also good: The season finale. Which I loved. And which caused thinky thoughts and much pondering. I even coda'ed. Which was a nice way to welcome home my finally repaired laptop. :)
So here t'is.
Title: Thy Kingdom Come
Beta: Not beta’d
Genre(s): Episode coda.
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Spoilers: Episode 14.20
Word Count: ~750
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.
Notes: Contains dialogue from EP5.04, The End. Apologies to Douglas Adams.
--
Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up-here.
INT MOTEL ROOM-NIGHT, 2009
Zachariah looms over the mud monkey, who’s leaning against the kitchenette sink looking a little shell-shocked. He soon straightens though. God really amped up the cockiness in this one.
“Well,” says Dean Winchester, “if it isn’t the ghost of Christmas screw you.”
“Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes.”
God’s favorite toy tilts his head and appears to consider Zachariah’s words. “How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?”
“The time for tricks is over,” Zachariah tells him. “Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die.”
The mud monkey dismisses him out of hand, which is not surprising, but it is infuriating. Even more infuriating, Dean disappears before Zachariah can try to teach him the lesson again, snatched out of time and space by a wave of celestial intent that Zachariah recognizes as Castiel. His brow darkens. The Seraph has really gone off script and Zachariah doesn’t understand it. Angels don’t have free will. Castiel shouldn’t be able to act independently of the Word.
Of course, free will is an illusion, even for humans.
Zachariah frowns and returns to Heaven, shedding his vessel and heading to the Manuscript room.
There are many scripts for the end of the world. Zachariah has seen them all and the one that the Angels are trying to run with is perhaps the most benign of them all. But something is interfering with the script’s execution and it’s not the Winchesters. For all their bravado and self-belief, they’re simply not powerful enough. Which can only mean one thing-and Zachariah finds himself equal parts elated and terrified as he tears the Manuscript room apart, searching.
Zachariah finds it eventually; the new WIP.
He’s fairly sure the Manuscript room didn’t have a cellar last time he visited. And he’d like to say he’s surprised to find the new draft script in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet, stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard’, but he’s pretty sure he’s just figured out where God’s been for at least some of the past few decades and if he had teeth in this form, he’d grind them.
The last chapter is still the same. The last chapter is always the same. But it seems that God is not writing this one in a linear fashion; there are still a lot of placeholders and missing chapters in the middle. And in this draft, God seems to have become inexplicably fascinated with Castiel, who’s only ever been a minor character before. Perhaps because this world’s Dean Winchester likes him so much.
Zachariah doesn’t like this script; and not just because he’s slated for an early, ignominious death. This script seems cruel and capricious and if this is the performance that God truly wants to watch, then this world is well and truly screwed.
Zachariah fantasizes for a moment about sitting down with the Winchesters and explaining everything, but he quickly dismisses the notion. They wouldn’t believe him. And besides, unlike humanity (and Castiel, Goddamn him), Zachariah can’t easily veer off script.
The angel suspects that humans are favoured by God because they sometimes force his hand; take control of the writing, even though they’re merely God’s creations; characters in his drama. He imagines God sitting in Douglas Adams’s Heaven telling him, “I swear, man, it’s like they’ve got lives of their own, like I’m simply the conduit for something real.”
God is a writer. And ultimately, the Writer is god.
His Kingdom will come. His Will will be done.
Because the last scene of the series finale has already been written. Because God may allow the world a few extra seasons, he may change a few details here and there; let things go on for a lot longer than he originally planned, just because he’s having so much fun.
But.
Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up-here.
The End.