Fic: Deadlier than the male (11.01 episode coda)
My all-time favourite ever season opener was Lazarus Rising, back in Season 4. The Season 11 opener hasn't bumped it from top spot, but there was plenty that I engaged with.
[Spoiler (click to open)]To be honest, I was a little ho-hum when I heard that this season's big bad, a pre-creation destructive force of pure evil, was going to be personified as a woman. Really? Again with the women are evil, women are dangerous, destructive forces schtick? Sigh. But actually...so far, I'm liking Amara. The actress who played the un-named Darkness definitely had an other-worldly allure and it got me thinking (which is always good when you're planning to write a coda!) The Darkness came into the world as thick black fog. Why is it suddenly a woman? Women hadn't even been created when the Darkness was locked away. Therefore, the Darkness must've chosen that form. Why?
So here is my episode coda...less a coda though, and more of a prelude. Darkness POV.
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Title: Deadlier than the male
Author: zara_zee
Beta: Not beta’d
Genre(s): Episode coda
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Spoilers: Episode 11.01
Word Count: ~630
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.
Summary: She likes it here. With Dean.
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It has not experienced change in a very long time.
(Does Time exist without change? Does Time exist independently of the events that occur within it?)
It ponders as It races forward, revelling in the newness of Its motion. It had a lot of opportunity to think during Its captivity.
Thought is change, It muses. For there to be change, there must be Time.
There has been a lot of Time since the Bright One constrained It within the Void.
It remembers atoms and matter and energy. It remembers the Bright One shaping matter. Creating.
It remembers being tricked and trapped.
It watches and listens, touches and tastes as It tumbles forward; over and under and through. Much has changed since It was last free. There are so many new things and It is hungry for them.
But first, It will look upon the Lock. It can sense the Lock and It heads for it unerringly.
The Lock has a brilliance that reminds It of the Bright One. The Lock makes It feel…curious.
It hasn’t been curious for a very long time.
The Lock is meatier than It had expected. Flesh and blood and bone. But inside. Oh! The engineering is beautiful. It marvels in the newness of the Lock.
It takes a closer look at the sparks of electricity and radiant brilliance. It learns. It loves. It desires.
It snatches the Lock from within the metal and glass. It leaves the space-within free of Its dark tendrils, because The Lock cares for the Fleshy One which had sat beside it.
It touches and tastes.
Human. Man. Brother. Sam.
The Lock is Human. Man. Hunter. Dean.
It thirsts to know more.
If It wants to communicate, It must choose a form. It looks within Dean, examines his thoughts and memories.
It flicks through images and learns the names of them; men, women, Baby, cars, angels, demons, monsters, whiskey, beer, cheeseburgers. It learns Dean’s pleasures (sex, whiskey, driving Baby, music, cheeseburgers) and his fears (losing Sam, becoming a monster again).
Dean likes women. He lusts after them. It sees within his thoughts and memories; sees the wondrous ways that the flesh of men and women can writhe together in pleasure. (And sometimes the flesh of men and men, but not as often, nowhere near as often, and Dean’s pleasure is always tainted with guilt and shame.)
It chooses a form, assembled from the images of the many female forms that Dean has enjoyed over time.
The form is dark and fleshy and curvaceous and It enjoys the sensation of wind on Its flesh; of Its heart beating, of Its blood running through Its veins. So many internal systems. So many chemical reactions. It is Human. It is Woman. It is She. Her.
“Hey,” says Dean. “What’s goin’ on?”
She turns. She stares. Chemical reactions indeed. Lust. Sin. The desire to mate and consume.
There is knowledge in Dean’s brain. She learns of Eve, who ate from the tree of knowledge, of Pandora who opened a jar and released evil into the world. She learns of Abaddon and Rowena, Kali and Meg. Mata Hari. The Salem Witch trials. In Dean’s memories Sharon Stone uncrosses her legs. She sees Black Widows and Praying Mantises. The female of the species is often deadlier than the male.
She thanks Dean for freeing her. He tells Her that he knows what She is. This pleases Her.
She likes this form, but it’s only temporary. She thinks She will stay a woman though. She will start Her human life anew; a woman born of woman. She will be Amara. Immortal. Eternal. And Dean will always protect Her because they are bound to one another.
She likes it here. With Dean. Humans fear the Darkness and She will feast on their fear.
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[Spoiler (click to open)]To be honest, I was a little ho-hum when I heard that this season's big bad, a pre-creation destructive force of pure evil, was going to be personified as a woman. Really? Again with the women are evil, women are dangerous, destructive forces schtick? Sigh. But actually...so far, I'm liking Amara. The actress who played the un-named Darkness definitely had an other-worldly allure and it got me thinking (which is always good when you're planning to write a coda!) The Darkness came into the world as thick black fog. Why is it suddenly a woman? Women hadn't even been created when the Darkness was locked away. Therefore, the Darkness must've chosen that form. Why?
So here is my episode coda...less a coda though, and more of a prelude. Darkness POV.
--
Title: Deadlier than the male
Author: zara_zee
Beta: Not beta’d
Genre(s): Episode coda
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Spoilers: Episode 11.01
Word Count: ~630
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.
Summary: She likes it here. With Dean.
--
It has not experienced change in a very long time.
(Does Time exist without change? Does Time exist independently of the events that occur within it?)
It ponders as It races forward, revelling in the newness of Its motion. It had a lot of opportunity to think during Its captivity.
Thought is change, It muses. For there to be change, there must be Time.
There has been a lot of Time since the Bright One constrained It within the Void.
It remembers atoms and matter and energy. It remembers the Bright One shaping matter. Creating.
It remembers being tricked and trapped.
It watches and listens, touches and tastes as It tumbles forward; over and under and through. Much has changed since It was last free. There are so many new things and It is hungry for them.
But first, It will look upon the Lock. It can sense the Lock and It heads for it unerringly.
The Lock has a brilliance that reminds It of the Bright One. The Lock makes It feel…curious.
It hasn’t been curious for a very long time.
The Lock is meatier than It had expected. Flesh and blood and bone. But inside. Oh! The engineering is beautiful. It marvels in the newness of the Lock.
It takes a closer look at the sparks of electricity and radiant brilliance. It learns. It loves. It desires.
It snatches the Lock from within the metal and glass. It leaves the space-within free of Its dark tendrils, because The Lock cares for the Fleshy One which had sat beside it.
It touches and tastes.
Human. Man. Brother. Sam.
The Lock is Human. Man. Hunter. Dean.
It thirsts to know more.
If It wants to communicate, It must choose a form. It looks within Dean, examines his thoughts and memories.
It flicks through images and learns the names of them; men, women, Baby, cars, angels, demons, monsters, whiskey, beer, cheeseburgers. It learns Dean’s pleasures (sex, whiskey, driving Baby, music, cheeseburgers) and his fears (losing Sam, becoming a monster again).
Dean likes women. He lusts after them. It sees within his thoughts and memories; sees the wondrous ways that the flesh of men and women can writhe together in pleasure. (And sometimes the flesh of men and men, but not as often, nowhere near as often, and Dean’s pleasure is always tainted with guilt and shame.)
It chooses a form, assembled from the images of the many female forms that Dean has enjoyed over time.
The form is dark and fleshy and curvaceous and It enjoys the sensation of wind on Its flesh; of Its heart beating, of Its blood running through Its veins. So many internal systems. So many chemical reactions. It is Human. It is Woman. It is She. Her.
“Hey,” says Dean. “What’s goin’ on?”
She turns. She stares. Chemical reactions indeed. Lust. Sin. The desire to mate and consume.
There is knowledge in Dean’s brain. She learns of Eve, who ate from the tree of knowledge, of Pandora who opened a jar and released evil into the world. She learns of Abaddon and Rowena, Kali and Meg. Mata Hari. The Salem Witch trials. In Dean’s memories Sharon Stone uncrosses her legs. She sees Black Widows and Praying Mantises. The female of the species is often deadlier than the male.
She thanks Dean for freeing her. He tells Her that he knows what She is. This pleases Her.
She likes this form, but it’s only temporary. She thinks She will stay a woman though. She will start Her human life anew; a woman born of woman. She will be Amara. Immortal. Eternal. And Dean will always protect Her because they are bound to one another.
She likes it here. With Dean. Humans fear the Darkness and She will feast on their fear.
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