Understanding 1/1 -- G
SUMMARY: There are some supernatural things that Dean can't wrap his head around, and it's frustrating Daphne. Leave it to Cooper and a certain song to make things clear.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The song exists. It is called "It Is Finished" and it is by one of the best bands out there, Petra. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuFvhjEO0Ao (Caveat lector -- I have not seen this video, just listened to the song.)
It was sometime early in Sam and Dean's Junior year in High school when it happened.
Cooper had somehow fallen into a routine of passing by Maggie's every morning on his way to school for his tooth-rotting sweet tea. Nobody could make it like Garnet.
He was a little surprised to find Daphne Vaughn sitting by herself in a corner, head bowed as if in earnest, intense prayer.
He walked over and touched her shoulder. "Hey -- what's the matter?"
Once she got over her startle, her sigh seemed to come from her toes. "It's Dean."
"Why? What's happened?" He sat across from her, concerned. "Did you two break up, or--"
"No, it's not that." She licked her lips. "I can't make him understand, Mister Cooper. I just can't make him understand."
"Understand? Understand what?"
She shook her head. "To him, the Cross is just another story. He doesn't understand how real it is. As far as he knows, it's just a guy got stuck on a cross and died!" She sounded so much like Dean that Cooper knew that phrase had come right from him.
Cooper studied her eyes and slowly began to smile. "Don't worry, Daphne. Let me handle this. I'll make it so real to him that he'll think he was really there."
Her grateful smile lasted in his mind all day.
That day at lunch, Cooper gave Dean a CD and told him that it was about the Crucifixion and would he please just give it one listen?
Dean took it politely, but really wasn't in the mood for a dry sermon.
But, this was Bill Cooper, so he figured he'd give it a cursory listen. He put it on in the boombox that evening when he was washing dishes.
The introductory electronic music made him scoff. Sounded like Sammy's junk.
But then a guitar started and a man started to sing forcefully: In the heat of an early morning/On a hill they call the Skull,/The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull...
Dean frowned. He hadn't expected singing.
All eyes were cast upon the Man/Whose hands and feet were bound./They saw him cry in anguish when they heard the hammer POUND.... And suddenly, like a hammer tearing through Dean's chest, there were drums.
Drums.
Gasping in startled shock, Dean's head snapped around, eyes huge and jaw lowering as the music he adored -- driving beat, pounding bass, but with words he could understand -- poured out of the box, combined with lyrics that told eloquently of the suffering Christ had endured.
He found himself mesmerised, unable to move as images wound through his head. He could almost feel the Palestinian sun blazing down upon his bare head....hear the jeering of the crowd....smell the blood that soaked into the wood....
When Sam came in ten minutes later, he found Dean still mesmerised, with tears running down his face. He understood.
He understood.
It took Sam's gasp to bring him out of his state of shock. "Dean! Dude! You flooded the damn kitchen!"
END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The song exists. It is called "It Is Finished" and it is by one of the best bands out there, Petra. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuFvhjEO0Ao (Caveat lector -- I have not seen this video, just listened to the song.)
It was sometime early in Sam and Dean's Junior year in High school when it happened.
Cooper had somehow fallen into a routine of passing by Maggie's every morning on his way to school for his tooth-rotting sweet tea. Nobody could make it like Garnet.
He was a little surprised to find Daphne Vaughn sitting by herself in a corner, head bowed as if in earnest, intense prayer.
He walked over and touched her shoulder. "Hey -- what's the matter?"
Once she got over her startle, her sigh seemed to come from her toes. "It's Dean."
"Why? What's happened?" He sat across from her, concerned. "Did you two break up, or--"
"No, it's not that." She licked her lips. "I can't make him understand, Mister Cooper. I just can't make him understand."
"Understand? Understand what?"
She shook her head. "To him, the Cross is just another story. He doesn't understand how real it is. As far as he knows, it's just a guy got stuck on a cross and died!" She sounded so much like Dean that Cooper knew that phrase had come right from him.
Cooper studied her eyes and slowly began to smile. "Don't worry, Daphne. Let me handle this. I'll make it so real to him that he'll think he was really there."
Her grateful smile lasted in his mind all day.
That day at lunch, Cooper gave Dean a CD and told him that it was about the Crucifixion and would he please just give it one listen?
Dean took it politely, but really wasn't in the mood for a dry sermon.
But, this was Bill Cooper, so he figured he'd give it a cursory listen. He put it on in the boombox that evening when he was washing dishes.
The introductory electronic music made him scoff. Sounded like Sammy's junk.
But then a guitar started and a man started to sing forcefully: In the heat of an early morning/On a hill they call the Skull,/The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull...
Dean frowned. He hadn't expected singing.
All eyes were cast upon the Man/Whose hands and feet were bound./They saw him cry in anguish when they heard the hammer POUND.... And suddenly, like a hammer tearing through Dean's chest, there were drums.
Drums.
Gasping in startled shock, Dean's head snapped around, eyes huge and jaw lowering as the music he adored -- driving beat, pounding bass, but with words he could understand -- poured out of the box, combined with lyrics that told eloquently of the suffering Christ had endured.
He found himself mesmerised, unable to move as images wound through his head. He could almost feel the Palestinian sun blazing down upon his bare head....hear the jeering of the crowd....smell the blood that soaked into the wood....
When Sam came in ten minutes later, he found Dean still mesmerised, with tears running down his face. He understood.
He understood.
It took Sam's gasp to bring him out of his state of shock. "Dean! Dude! You flooded the damn kitchen!"
END