Carry On Pt. 1angel_gospelMay 22 2010, 18:43:03 UTC
A/N: This isn't that great, I think. But I love the prompt idea, so I just had to try. ^^;
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Hell is like nothing Adam ever imagined.
Then again, he never thought Heaven would be prom, and that angels were dicks - look where that got him.
Hell is filled with blood, and pain, and torture, filled with endless tears and bloodcurdling screams. The only relief offered - and this is probably the only thing positive about being a dick's prom-dress - is that old Mikey's grace always suppresses Adam's very being so that he can barely feel, barely see, barely hear. He sees enough, anyways.
He's still happy when Sam's little rebellion - if a rebellion against the devil himself can be called 'little' - pans out, and his older brother drags him out of Hell just as he dragged him in - he's still a little bitter about that, actually
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Carry On Pt. 2angel_gospelMay 22 2010, 18:45:20 UTC
“Fuck you and your patronizing,” Adam wants to say, but he doesn't. Instead he nods, clicks the TV on, and wonders if the hotel orders porn while chugging on a beer he took from the mini-fridge. Maybe that would upset Sam. Maybe.
A few hours later, Sam is back, and the burgers Adam bought him are cold as hell - no pun intended - while the teenager berates himself for waiting up like he gives a damn, even though the older man told him not to - he wishes he'd done it out of spite, rather than whatever. Adam wants to bitch, he really does, but Sam just looks so wrecked that he can't. He wonders if Sam's kicked-puppy face worked such wonders on Dean, who's always seemed like a hard-ass to Adam. Probably. They've got a fucking connection, after all
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Re: Carry On Pt. 2nights_fangMay 22 2010, 19:21:27 UTC
I *love* this. Like the love where you write names on pages and keep drawing little hearts around it endlessly, type, while trying not to squee in glee.
When Adam's mother suddenly dies, Adam - not wanting to end up in foster care - calls John to come get him. However, John is in the middle of following a lead on Mary's killer, so John reluctantly sends Dean to go pick up Adam instead.
You'll be Okayangel_gospelMay 29 2010, 19:00:19 UTC
A/N: I tried. I dunno if it's that great, because I'm hitting major writer's block. ^^;
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The woman is nice, she really is, but Adam hates the feeling of her breathing down his neck, staring at him with those pitying eyes.
Just go away, he wants to scream, and does so mentally, desperate for her to get away from him. She doesn't, of course. It's her job not to, no matter how much he pushes and pushes.
The beeping on the other end of the phone mocks him. Beep, beep, it says, signaling that it's ringing, but that no one will pick up - that no one cares enough to.
He screws his eyes shut, feeling the tears burn behind them, and takes a shuddering breath, begging, "Please, please," under his breath.
A few minutes go by, but it feels like a year, maybe two. Finally, finally, a gruff voice picks up, muttering, "Kate?" hesitantly
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Re: You'll be Okayangel_gospelMay 29 2010, 19:01:08 UTC
Dad doesn't come that night. Adam goes to bed mechanically, eyes staring blankly at his dark blue ceiling, where a propeller spins, model airplanes his mom helped him build hanging off of it. His eyes follow the motion without really meaning to. He remembers how much he complained when, last night, his mother kissed him goodnight. I'm not a kid, he had whined, and now he couldn't be, anyway. His wish was granted. She wasn't coming back, and he doubted John would ever tuck him in
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Adam meets John for the first time.
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"Hi, dad," he whispers into the window and watches the glass fog up. He thinks of another greeting, "Hey, John."
He wrinkles his nose at the informal reception.
Panic strikes him; bites him right in the gut like a rabid dog.
What if he doesn't like me? He thinks, worriedly, because that would be the worst thing in the entire world ( ... )
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Hell is like nothing Adam ever imagined.
Then again, he never thought Heaven would be prom, and that angels were dicks - look where that got him.
Hell is filled with blood, and pain, and torture, filled with endless tears and bloodcurdling screams. The only relief offered - and this is probably the only thing positive about being a dick's prom-dress - is that old Mikey's grace always suppresses Adam's very being so that he can barely feel, barely see, barely hear. He sees enough, anyways.
He's still happy when Sam's little rebellion - if a rebellion against the devil himself can be called 'little' - pans out, and his older brother drags him out of Hell just as he dragged him in - he's still a little bitter about that, actually ( ... )
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A few hours later, Sam is back, and the burgers Adam bought him are cold as hell - no pun intended - while the teenager berates himself for waiting up like he gives a damn, even though the older man told him not to - he wishes he'd done it out of spite, rather than whatever. Adam wants to bitch, he really does, but Sam just looks so wrecked that he can't. He wonders if Sam's kicked-puppy face worked such wonders on Dean, who's always seemed like a hard-ass to Adam. Probably. They've got a fucking connection, after all ( ... )
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Also hooray for Sam-Adam bonding.
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When Adam's mother suddenly dies, Adam - not wanting to end up in foster care - calls John to come get him. However, John is in the middle of following a lead on Mary's killer, so John reluctantly sends Dean to go pick up Adam instead.
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The woman is nice, she really is, but Adam hates the feeling of her breathing down his neck, staring at him with those pitying eyes.
Just go away, he wants to scream, and does so mentally, desperate for her to get away from him. She doesn't, of course. It's her job not to, no matter how much he pushes and pushes.
The beeping on the other end of the phone mocks him. Beep, beep, it says, signaling that it's ringing, but that no one will pick up - that no one cares enough to.
He screws his eyes shut, feeling the tears burn behind them, and takes a shuddering breath, begging, "Please, please," under his breath.
A few minutes go by, but it feels like a year, maybe two. Finally, finally, a gruff voice picks up, muttering, "Kate?" hesitantly ( ... )
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