FILLED: Ghost Medicine (1/4) [self-harm, utter weirdness, post-9x21]indiachickMay 9 2014, 10:47:27 UTC
I pulled you out of a burning building, Cain says. Ten thousand burning bees and one burning woman and I pulled YOU out.
And Dean’s fucking grateful, he is. Give the Original Murderer a fucking medal for bravery in the face of hellfire arson. But he’s just going to lie here, because Cain is lying and the fire isn’t gone yet, and he can feel it pooling in his lungs. Beneath his skin. Singing his eyebrows. He’s not going to open his eyes yet, because the force required for that will possibly undo him.
I saved you so you can keep your word, Cain says. Not that you can die, not with the Mark, but I still saved you.The air is dense, weighted down with humidity. His skin crawls with alternating heat and cold. His throat is sandpaper and stone, and time passes but in paradoxical leaps and crawls, so he’ll either blink to find that days have passed, or fall into deep sleep and wake up seconds later. The air around him feels friable, thin. He’s burning
( ... )
Re: FILLED: Ghost Medicine (2/4) [self-harm, utter weirdness, post-9x21]indiachickMay 9 2014, 10:50:14 UTC
--- In the zenith of his delirium, when it seems like he’s fire-red and being boiled alive like a lobster, Dean has strange hallucinations.
First he’s in Ogilvy’s home, odd room of stained-glass ceiling and a low table full of scrolls and sprockets, books and piston-parts. On the walls are glass shelves filled with collectors’ items, on the corner of the room is a metalwork dinosaur that can move on spidery strings like a puppet.
“Just a hobby,” Ogilvy tells him, close enough to touch, close enough to kiss, close enough to burn. A bee-sting has puffed up her cheek. Her gums ooze blood. “Playing with things. Taking them apart.”
She explodes into flame like a Molotov cocktail, and laughs, tells him you want to burn, don’t you, you want to burn, until Dean cuts her head off, both of them aflame, but the fire only fatal for her, her books, her bees. Never him
( ... )
Re: FILLED: Ghost Medicine (3/4) [self-harm, utter weirdness, post-9x21]indiachickMay 9 2014, 10:53:30 UTC
“She was a friend,” Cain says, and scuffs some more dirt onto the patch of raw, newly-filled earth.
Dean looks at the variegated man-the graying hair and the dark eyebrows, the mixed mountain-man beard-and adds: we raised bees together. The thought takes on a bitter resonance and Dean wishes his brain would shut up
( ... )
Re: FILLED: Ghost Medicine (4/4) [self-harm, utter weirdness, post-9x21]indiachickMay 9 2014, 10:56:25 UTC
Cain fixes him with an unwavering gaze. Dean had this impression of Cain in his mind like a wall, of someone tall and fixed and unswaying like the stars, but without the Mark, he’s just a man, really. One man, set adrift and then on the roof of the cosmos, forever waiting.
“Getting rid of the Mark won’t get rid of the ghosts, Dean.”
Cain hauls the pickaxe and shovel over his shoulder and looks back at the interment once before he starts walking back, towards the gravel trail that leads to his precarious, funny glass house. It’s not the one with the hives, not the one where Crowley took him-when? Ages ago.
It’s got French windows and blocks of frosty glass through which sunlight swims like it’s making its way from two fathoms underwater. Whatever Cain’s been doing all these years, he’s been doing well enough to pay mortgage. Or, you know, the house is just magicLike Magnus, like his invisible house. The Magnus in Dean’s head is a virulent crimson thread that loops and loops and recites Tennyson. He’s louder than the others, clearer
( ... )
Re: FILLED: Ghost Medicine (4/4) [self-harm, utter weirdness, post-9x21]kallielMay 10 2014, 01:54:36 UTC
I ACCEPT THIS BLAME GLADLY AND FREELY AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. WERE IT A GHOST I COULD NEVER FORGET (AND IT IS, ALBEIT A WELCOME AND FRIENDLY GHOST) I WOULD ROAM ETERNITY IN PEACE, WITH IT AT MY SIDE.
AKA, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees~! I love what you did with my ridiculous prompt I did not envision anyone filling. XDD You're the best. And I love Cain here--I could hear all of his lines in Tim Omundson's voice, 100%. Him just asking about whether Dean would want to know where Sam is, even though he doesn't necessarily have an answer to such a query, was ace. And his reference to Karen as both "a friend" but also as a being that was, quite simply "compromised" is excellent.
Re: FILLED: Ghost Medicine (4/4) [self-harm, utter weirdness, post-9x21]indiachickMay 10 2014, 03:19:33 UTC
Oh god, I just wanted to write Cain XD. And dead bees, because awww, dead bees. And weird immortality things because I just find it scary. And half of it has nothing to do with your prompt, I fear, but I'm glad you like it :D
Re: FILLED: Ghost Medicine (4/4) [self-harm, utter weirdness, post-9x21]kallielMay 10 2014, 14:23:54 UTC
CAIN. \O/ DEAD BEES. \O/ And lolll please you know that if I tried to fill that prompt--my own damn prompt!--it would have been so much further off point. XD I thought it filled it beautifully!!
And Dean’s fucking grateful, he is. Give the Original Murderer a fucking medal for bravery in the face of hellfire arson. But he’s just going to lie here, because Cain is lying and the fire isn’t gone yet, and he can feel it pooling in his lungs. Beneath his skin. Singing his eyebrows. He’s not going to open his eyes yet, because the force required for that will possibly undo him.
I saved you so you can keep your word, Cain says. Not that you can die, not with the Mark, but I still saved you.The air is dense, weighted down with humidity. His skin crawls with alternating heat and cold. His throat is sandpaper and stone, and time passes but in paradoxical leaps and crawls, so he’ll either blink to find that days have passed, or fall into deep sleep and wake up seconds later. The air around him feels friable, thin. He’s burning ( ... )
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In the zenith of his delirium, when it seems like he’s fire-red and being boiled alive like a lobster, Dean has strange hallucinations.
First he’s in Ogilvy’s home, odd room of stained-glass ceiling and a low table full of scrolls and sprockets, books and piston-parts. On the walls are glass shelves filled with collectors’ items, on the corner of the room is a metalwork dinosaur that can move on spidery strings like a puppet.
“Just a hobby,” Ogilvy tells him, close enough to touch, close enough to kiss, close enough to burn. A bee-sting has puffed up her cheek. Her gums ooze blood. “Playing with things. Taking them apart.”
She explodes into flame like a Molotov cocktail, and laughs, tells him you want to burn, don’t you, you want to burn, until Dean cuts her head off, both of them aflame, but the fire only fatal for her, her books, her bees. Never him ( ... )
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Dean looks at the variegated man-the graying hair and the dark eyebrows, the mixed mountain-man beard-and adds: we raised bees together. The thought takes on a bitter resonance and Dean wishes his brain would shut up ( ... )
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“Getting rid of the Mark won’t get rid of the ghosts, Dean.”
Cain hauls the pickaxe and shovel over his shoulder and looks back at the interment once before he starts walking back, towards the gravel trail that leads to his precarious, funny glass house. It’s not the one with the hives, not the one where Crowley took him-when? Ages ago.
It’s got French windows and blocks of frosty glass through which sunlight swims like it’s making its way from two fathoms underwater. Whatever Cain’s been doing all these years, he’s been doing well enough to pay mortgage. Or, you know, the house is just magicLike Magnus, like his invisible house. The Magnus in Dean’s head is a virulent crimson thread that loops and loops and recites Tennyson. He’s louder than the others, clearer ( ... )
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AKA, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees~! I love what you did with my ridiculous prompt I did not envision anyone filling. XDD You're the best. And I love Cain here--I could hear all of his lines in Tim Omundson's voice, 100%. Him just asking about whether Dean would want to know where Sam is, even though he doesn't necessarily have an answer to such a query, was ace. And his reference to Karen as both "a friend" but also as a being that was, quite simply "compromised" is excellent.
Thank you so much for this. <3333333
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