[SPN] feel the freedom like no tomorrow (1/7)
Title: feel the freedom like no tomorrow
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Jimmy (and the Novaks), Sam, Dean, Gabriel, Bobby, God/Castiel, the Leviathans and an OC. Also includes A DRAGON, just because. Gen overall, with mentions of canon Jimmy/Amelia and a smattering of (pre) Dean/Cas overtones
Warning: Deviates from canon after 6.22 (or the early part of 7.01), so spoilers are up to there-although some season seven stuff also lurks about (mainly the existence of the Leviathans). This fic also contains weird psychological probings, delusional nutjobs, more angst than strictly necessary and other weird stuff (like A DRAGON). Also Gabriel, whose (re)existence alone totally deserves a warning of its own.
Notes: Written for the 2011/2012 jimmybigbang fic challenge; full masterpost with tl;dr notes and the like can be found here. Fic title comes from 31_days, with prompt from 6th November 2009; chapter titles for one to five also come from the same community with prompts from the June 2011 batch (11th, 18th, 2nd, 19th and 21st in that order). This fic is also related to (but not a direct sequel of) an older work, ' no one takes your freedom' and so can be taken as a standalone.
Prologue: A thousand ways to say goodbye.
He remembers fire and ice, darkness and light, pain and agony and a heart that somehow never stops aching. He remembers light (Grace) that’s both warm and cold, confusion and uncertainty and the feeling of being so lost and helpless in a world that should’ve been small.
He remembers about missions and purposes and the Righteous Man who is nothing like what he expects, about bigger pictures and about how he’s not a hammer. He remembers feelings that should have never been there but exist all the same, of betrayals and sneers and everything an angel should and shouldn’t be. He remembers about a destiny that should have been set in stone but then cast aside by the work of two boys, a drunk and an angel who’s going to Fall.
He remembers waking up to warmth and a hand threading in his hair, and he remembers promises and returns and farewells that should have lasted.
(“You must rest now, Jimmy.”)
He remembers having rested but now he’s suddenly awakening, being brought out by something that edge at the corners of his consciousness, drawing him out with a coaxing hand and a sensation of warmth that’s both familiar and foreign at the same time.
C’mon now, Jimmy-boy. This ain’t a time to be sleeping.
The warmth sinks deeper into him, burning hot now as fire and ice threads through his veins and the pain wrenches him out of his sleep, forcibly dragging him back to consciousness as he feels himself taking shape and form once again. A form that he recognizes instinctively as his mind slowly starts up once more and everything slowly clicks into place for him.
His name is Jimmy Novak, thirty-four years old, born and bred in Pontiac, Illinois. He has a wife named Amelia and a daughter named Claire. They mean the world to him, but he had to leave them thrice now in order to be the vessel for the angel of Thursday. The last thing he remembers is the world turning white on him when both he and Castiel had to face down the archangel Raphael, and then-
Not the time to be reminiscing about the past, kiddo. Time to wake up.
Jimmy opens his mouth in a bid to question what exactly is happening to him, but then a sudden burst of light appears out of nowhere and blinds him, and Jimmy is too caught up by the roar in his ears to wonder about anything as the world turns dark on him again soon after.
→ one: you were saved not in order to live (part a) →
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Jimmy (and the Novaks), Sam, Dean, Gabriel, Bobby, God/Castiel, the Leviathans and an OC. Also includes A DRAGON, just because. Gen overall, with mentions of canon Jimmy/Amelia and a smattering of (pre) Dean/Cas overtones
Warning: Deviates from canon after 6.22 (or the early part of 7.01), so spoilers are up to there-although some season seven stuff also lurks about (mainly the existence of the Leviathans). This fic also contains weird psychological probings, delusional nutjobs, more angst than strictly necessary and other weird stuff (like A DRAGON). Also Gabriel, whose (re)existence alone totally deserves a warning of its own.
Notes: Written for the 2011/2012 jimmybigbang fic challenge; full masterpost with tl;dr notes and the like can be found here. Fic title comes from 31_days, with prompt from 6th November 2009; chapter titles for one to five also come from the same community with prompts from the June 2011 batch (11th, 18th, 2nd, 19th and 21st in that order). This fic is also related to (but not a direct sequel of) an older work, ' no one takes your freedom' and so can be taken as a standalone.
Prologue: A thousand ways to say goodbye.
He remembers fire and ice, darkness and light, pain and agony and a heart that somehow never stops aching. He remembers light (Grace) that’s both warm and cold, confusion and uncertainty and the feeling of being so lost and helpless in a world that should’ve been small.
He remembers about missions and purposes and the Righteous Man who is nothing like what he expects, about bigger pictures and about how he’s not a hammer. He remembers feelings that should have never been there but exist all the same, of betrayals and sneers and everything an angel should and shouldn’t be. He remembers about a destiny that should have been set in stone but then cast aside by the work of two boys, a drunk and an angel who’s going to Fall.
He remembers waking up to warmth and a hand threading in his hair, and he remembers promises and returns and farewells that should have lasted.
(“You must rest now, Jimmy.”)
He remembers having rested but now he’s suddenly awakening, being brought out by something that edge at the corners of his consciousness, drawing him out with a coaxing hand and a sensation of warmth that’s both familiar and foreign at the same time.
C’mon now, Jimmy-boy. This ain’t a time to be sleeping.
The warmth sinks deeper into him, burning hot now as fire and ice threads through his veins and the pain wrenches him out of his sleep, forcibly dragging him back to consciousness as he feels himself taking shape and form once again. A form that he recognizes instinctively as his mind slowly starts up once more and everything slowly clicks into place for him.
His name is Jimmy Novak, thirty-four years old, born and bred in Pontiac, Illinois. He has a wife named Amelia and a daughter named Claire. They mean the world to him, but he had to leave them thrice now in order to be the vessel for the angel of Thursday. The last thing he remembers is the world turning white on him when both he and Castiel had to face down the archangel Raphael, and then-
Not the time to be reminiscing about the past, kiddo. Time to wake up.
Jimmy opens his mouth in a bid to question what exactly is happening to him, but then a sudden burst of light appears out of nowhere and blinds him, and Jimmy is too caught up by the roar in his ears to wonder about anything as the world turns dark on him again soon after.
→ one: you were saved not in order to live (part a) →