Fic: Section of 'Ashes to Earthside'-Airplanes in Indiana
Title: Section of 'Ashes to Earthside'-Airplanes in Indiana
Author: falling_dominos
Genre: Gen(bordering on Het)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Gabriel, OFC (mentions of Sam, Ben, Lisa)
Word count: ~1300
Disclaimer: I own nothing save for mah OC. Everything else belongs to other people!
Summary: Shooting stars in Indiana bring up memories for people who wish for something.
Can we pretend that airplanes
in the night sky
are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now.
Two people, less than an hour apart looked up at the sky and made wishes out of airplanes. Two people who wished for the same thing, family. Two people who wished for the only comfort and normalcy in their fucked up lives. People only separated by about 30 miles, and over 1000 years. These people knew the other existed, but not how similar their reactions to loss. One broke objects, crowbars met glass, fists met walls. The other had to work hard not to destroy city blocks with lashes of Grace-fueled grief. They really weren't so different.
Dean:
Cicero, Indiana wasn't such a bad place. Had everything you could want in a small town, even had a few decent diners so that when Dean felt a little road-sick he could pull the Impala up to one and grab a bit of home. The only problem with his little fantasy was it was usually Ben sitting across from him at the table, and not...Sammy. Dean didn't mind taking Ben places, hell the kid was really freakin'-cool. It just wasn't the same.
Cicero also had a great night sky. The lights from the city weren't quite bright enough to outshine the stars. So on a really clear night, Dean could sit out on the hood of the Impala and watch the stars. Sam's girliness had rubbed off on him over the last few years. Never mind that Dean had taken Sammy out to do this exact thing when they'd been younger. When they were both going stir-crazy and John had been out on some hunt or another leaving the Impala with Dean.
'Oh look Sammy! A shooting star!' Sam was 13, Dean 17. Sam gave the moving ball a discerning glance before laughing and shaking his head at his older brother.
'Dean, that's an airplane, shooting stars are meteors generally they move faster, and have a tail from where the rock's burning up in the atmosphere.' Sam sounded like he was reciting from a text book, which he probably was. Dean's little brother was always studying, always hitting the books and getting perfect scores. Dean always figured out something to do for Sam's perfect report cards and test scores. Last month when he'd aced that math test, he'd taken Sam out for a night at the arcade, and pizza.
Sam had complained about it being lame, but Dean had rolled his eyes and proceeded to drag him out. He ditched a smokin' hot blond chick from the high school to take his little brother out. Sam didn't know, and kinda bitched for a few minutes before he got into it and played games with Dean. The shooters were Dean's favorite, and Sam played a few of them with him, before heading over to Galaga and some other ones that made him happier. It was times like this that Sam didn't mind his family, because his Dad wasn't around to tell him that he needed to fall in line, to get with the program.
'My brother, the super-genius. Well I'm gonna make a wish anyway.' Dean replied, ruffling his little brother's hair.
Dean looked up and saw an airplane drifting across the sky at what looked to be a crawl, but was actually quite fast. The eldest Winchester brother closed his eyes, the tears finally falling down his cheeks as he wished for the only thing that he could ever really want. Wish you were here with me Sammy, to tell me about the difference between shooting stars and airplanes. A few more tears later, he finished his beer and headed back inside to have dinner with Lisa and Ben, his eyes dry and only a little red around the edges.
If Lisa noticed, she didn't say anything, just smiled softly at him and didn't let him have another beer with dinner. She was like that. Damned if the woman had found the most effective way to curtail his drinking. All she had to do was give him a look and he'd put the beer back and grab either a soda or something else from the fridge before sitting defeated down at the table and looking a bit like a hurt puppy, though he had a smile trying to tug the corners of his mouth up. He may have been going a bit crazy, but the life did have a few perks.
Jaelyn:
She wished she could see the stars. The sky of Indianapolis bled out over the stars, the artificial light blocking heaven. She lay on the roof of the warehouse that served as her home, and Niflheim. The music thudded dully through her bones as she lay on top of the building. The club was the first floor, filled with humans, a smattering of demons, a few vampires, a skin walker. Jaelyn welcomed all through her doors, so long as the supernaturals followed a rule she'd set up. No violence, no bringing hunters down on her head, no deals, no feeding on humans...she'd laid down the law and everyone/thing had agreed to her rule. Breaking it would result in expulsion from the sanctuary that was Niflheim, that was the whole of Indianapolis.
An airplane flew slowly across her field of vision, and she smiled ruefully at it. "Well, that's about all I can expect isn't it?" She said to herself, blond hair spilled out around her face, framing eyes the gold of honey in a shimmering frame. She resisted the desire to make her own shooting stars, and settled with watching the plane drift across the sky. She much preferred her form of flight, because she could feel the air rushing around her, could hear it's whistle she split it.
'Father, where are you taking me?' a blindfolded daughter asked a very excited Gabriel. They were both dressed for a night on the town, he'd insisted on nothing but the best, though he wouldn't tell her what exactly she was getting herself into. Her dress clung to curves, flaring out at the hips and swishing around her heels. Her father was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly, looking so good in a pure jet black.
'I'm taking you somewhere special, Jaelyn. Something that only happens once in a lifetime.' He responded, holding her hand and taking the two of them to Russia. Something was happening that day, and it hadn't happened since a long time before Jaelyn had been born. Tunguska river, it was due to host a shooting star. Gabriel wanted to show Jaelyn a nice evening, and since they could teleport anywhere, and they'd been alive long enough for most things to get boring, it took a little bit to get the blood flowing.
She shuddered a bit at the change in temperature, but didn't reach up to pull the blindfold off. 'You have my interest, father...I'll indulge you for now.' Gabriel just laughed and pulled the blindfold off so that she could see the ball of fire as it descended. Heard her gasp as it got closer and closer, felt her hand close tightly around his as it struck the ground with an explosion that sent a shock wave knocking trees down for hundreds of feet around it, and a crater where the forest had been where it touched down.
After the smoke cleared and everything fell silent, all Gabriel could ask was, 'Did you make a wish, love?'
She stared up at the plane, her wish written on her eyes. Tears streamed down her face as she watched it fly by. Daddy...come back to me. I can't do this on my own. I miss you. She merely watched it, crying silently. She stopped herself a few minutes later, noticing that clouds were starting to gather overhead..."Damnit, I gotta stop crying like a little girl." She wiped furiously at her face and swallowed that lump in her throat. As she stood up, her hands dusted off her pants and top, heading back downstairs into her rooms, the tears had stopped, the clouds cleared on their own eventually, but the hole in Jaelyn's chest remained. She missed a father who took her to see real shooting stars.
Author: falling_dominos
Genre: Gen(bordering on Het)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Gabriel, OFC (mentions of Sam, Ben, Lisa)
Word count: ~1300
Disclaimer: I own nothing save for mah OC. Everything else belongs to other people!
Summary: Shooting stars in Indiana bring up memories for people who wish for something.
Can we pretend that airplanes
in the night sky
are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now.
Two people, less than an hour apart looked up at the sky and made wishes out of airplanes. Two people who wished for the same thing, family. Two people who wished for the only comfort and normalcy in their fucked up lives. People only separated by about 30 miles, and over 1000 years. These people knew the other existed, but not how similar their reactions to loss. One broke objects, crowbars met glass, fists met walls. The other had to work hard not to destroy city blocks with lashes of Grace-fueled grief. They really weren't so different.
Dean:
Cicero, Indiana wasn't such a bad place. Had everything you could want in a small town, even had a few decent diners so that when Dean felt a little road-sick he could pull the Impala up to one and grab a bit of home. The only problem with his little fantasy was it was usually Ben sitting across from him at the table, and not...Sammy. Dean didn't mind taking Ben places, hell the kid was really freakin'-cool. It just wasn't the same.
Cicero also had a great night sky. The lights from the city weren't quite bright enough to outshine the stars. So on a really clear night, Dean could sit out on the hood of the Impala and watch the stars. Sam's girliness had rubbed off on him over the last few years. Never mind that Dean had taken Sammy out to do this exact thing when they'd been younger. When they were both going stir-crazy and John had been out on some hunt or another leaving the Impala with Dean.
'Oh look Sammy! A shooting star!' Sam was 13, Dean 17. Sam gave the moving ball a discerning glance before laughing and shaking his head at his older brother.
'Dean, that's an airplane, shooting stars are meteors generally they move faster, and have a tail from where the rock's burning up in the atmosphere.' Sam sounded like he was reciting from a text book, which he probably was. Dean's little brother was always studying, always hitting the books and getting perfect scores. Dean always figured out something to do for Sam's perfect report cards and test scores. Last month when he'd aced that math test, he'd taken Sam out for a night at the arcade, and pizza.
Sam had complained about it being lame, but Dean had rolled his eyes and proceeded to drag him out. He ditched a smokin' hot blond chick from the high school to take his little brother out. Sam didn't know, and kinda bitched for a few minutes before he got into it and played games with Dean. The shooters were Dean's favorite, and Sam played a few of them with him, before heading over to Galaga and some other ones that made him happier. It was times like this that Sam didn't mind his family, because his Dad wasn't around to tell him that he needed to fall in line, to get with the program.
'My brother, the super-genius. Well I'm gonna make a wish anyway.' Dean replied, ruffling his little brother's hair.
Dean looked up and saw an airplane drifting across the sky at what looked to be a crawl, but was actually quite fast. The eldest Winchester brother closed his eyes, the tears finally falling down his cheeks as he wished for the only thing that he could ever really want. Wish you were here with me Sammy, to tell me about the difference between shooting stars and airplanes. A few more tears later, he finished his beer and headed back inside to have dinner with Lisa and Ben, his eyes dry and only a little red around the edges.
If Lisa noticed, she didn't say anything, just smiled softly at him and didn't let him have another beer with dinner. She was like that. Damned if the woman had found the most effective way to curtail his drinking. All she had to do was give him a look and he'd put the beer back and grab either a soda or something else from the fridge before sitting defeated down at the table and looking a bit like a hurt puppy, though he had a smile trying to tug the corners of his mouth up. He may have been going a bit crazy, but the life did have a few perks.
Jaelyn:
She wished she could see the stars. The sky of Indianapolis bled out over the stars, the artificial light blocking heaven. She lay on the roof of the warehouse that served as her home, and Niflheim. The music thudded dully through her bones as she lay on top of the building. The club was the first floor, filled with humans, a smattering of demons, a few vampires, a skin walker. Jaelyn welcomed all through her doors, so long as the supernaturals followed a rule she'd set up. No violence, no bringing hunters down on her head, no deals, no feeding on humans...she'd laid down the law and everyone/thing had agreed to her rule. Breaking it would result in expulsion from the sanctuary that was Niflheim, that was the whole of Indianapolis.
An airplane flew slowly across her field of vision, and she smiled ruefully at it. "Well, that's about all I can expect isn't it?" She said to herself, blond hair spilled out around her face, framing eyes the gold of honey in a shimmering frame. She resisted the desire to make her own shooting stars, and settled with watching the plane drift across the sky. She much preferred her form of flight, because she could feel the air rushing around her, could hear it's whistle she split it.
'Father, where are you taking me?' a blindfolded daughter asked a very excited Gabriel. They were both dressed for a night on the town, he'd insisted on nothing but the best, though he wouldn't tell her what exactly she was getting herself into. Her dress clung to curves, flaring out at the hips and swishing around her heels. Her father was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly, looking so good in a pure jet black.
'I'm taking you somewhere special, Jaelyn. Something that only happens once in a lifetime.' He responded, holding her hand and taking the two of them to Russia. Something was happening that day, and it hadn't happened since a long time before Jaelyn had been born. Tunguska river, it was due to host a shooting star. Gabriel wanted to show Jaelyn a nice evening, and since they could teleport anywhere, and they'd been alive long enough for most things to get boring, it took a little bit to get the blood flowing.
She shuddered a bit at the change in temperature, but didn't reach up to pull the blindfold off. 'You have my interest, father...I'll indulge you for now.' Gabriel just laughed and pulled the blindfold off so that she could see the ball of fire as it descended. Heard her gasp as it got closer and closer, felt her hand close tightly around his as it struck the ground with an explosion that sent a shock wave knocking trees down for hundreds of feet around it, and a crater where the forest had been where it touched down.
After the smoke cleared and everything fell silent, all Gabriel could ask was, 'Did you make a wish, love?'
She stared up at the plane, her wish written on her eyes. Tears streamed down her face as she watched it fly by. Daddy...come back to me. I can't do this on my own. I miss you. She merely watched it, crying silently. She stopped herself a few minutes later, noticing that clouds were starting to gather overhead..."Damnit, I gotta stop crying like a little girl." She wiped furiously at her face and swallowed that lump in her throat. As she stood up, her hands dusted off her pants and top, heading back downstairs into her rooms, the tears had stopped, the clouds cleared on their own eventually, but the hole in Jaelyn's chest remained. She missed a father who took her to see real shooting stars.