Fic: Superman Tonight...
Title: Superman Tonight (1/?)
Author: lonelyphoenix85
Rating: R, for furture chapters fould language and possibly other adult content down the road (better safe than sorry!)
Genre: Songfic, Pre-slash, h/c
Pairing:Sam/Gabriel pre-slash
Spoilers: through to Changing Channels (5x08)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 806
Disclaimer: It only belongs to me when I'm dreaming! Bon Jovi owns the song, and the rest is property of the almighty Kripke!
Notes: My first SPN fic (and therefore also my first attempt at anything even vaguely resembling Sam/Gabriel) - My writing doesn't always live up to my ideas, could use a beta if anyone's interested? I kind of know where I'd like to go with this, but would like some feedback on my start before I spend more time on it.
I don't know about everyone else, but I think we should try and get Gabriel back for S6 - I made a joking comment about starting a petition, only to be told by darkamber that there already is one here: Save Gabriel Petition
I popped straight over to sign it, and now I'm posting this in case anyone else here hasn't seen it yet *grins*
Summary: Gabriel does some thinking... (okay, so I suck at summaries!)
The last thing Gabriel wanted was to be dragged back into his family’s feud. He’d gotten along pretty damn well on his own for this long, thank you very much. It was all the fault of those infuriating Winchesters! It grated that they’d gotten so far under his skin that he no longer had a choice. Except it wasn’t they, was it? Not really. It was just him. Samuel Winchester. Messed up, demon-blood addicted, oh-so-freaking noble Sammy.
There’s something about you
I want to rescue
I don’t even know you
So what does that mean?
Maybe I’m cynical
I’m painfully logical
You’re tragic and beautiful
And that’s good enough for me.
He had just wanted the whole thing over with. His brothers wanted a showdown, and he’d tired of the role of peacekeeper a long time ago. He’d been resolved to push the Winchesters into their roles whether they liked it or not. That didn’t work so well either - stupid, stubborn, irritating hunters! Not only did he not get them to play ball, but he underestimated just how few pieces the younger Winchester would need to put the puzzle together, and now they knew who he was.
~ “This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.” ~
Dean’s parting remark had been intended to cut, but it had barely scratched compared to what he’d seen in Sam’s mind. With everything his life had thrown at him, Sam had still managed to retain some small measure of faith. Until now. Somehow, Gabriel had done what even his brother’s trip to hell and Ruby’s manipulation had been unable to. He should have seen it coming, he supposed. Even beneath his layers (upon layers upon layers) of issues, Sam’s belief in good and pure had been a grounding point, something to rely on. Gabriel hadn’t considered himself good or pure in a long time, but apparently Sam associated those things with his old job (and really who could blame him? The only thing better or purer than Gabriel and his Brothers had been their Father, after all), and seeing how far he had fallen (for want of a better word) had been the proverbial last straw for the camel’s back that was Sam Winchester’s faith.
You’re looking for a hero, but it’s just my old tattoo
Tonight I swear I’d sell my soul to be a hero for you.
He knew that Sam had been hoping to enlist him to fight with them against Heaven and Hell, before they’d figured out who he was. He had had no intention of getting involved in their suicidal and hopeless plans, and yet now, with Sam’s devastation and disappointment ringing in his head, he found that he was desperate to do just that. The instinct to fix what he’d broken was stifling.
As soon as the fire had burned out he’d fled the warehouse, and thrown himself into trick after trick in an effort to drown out his thoughts. It wasn’t working. Where there had been satisfaction and humour, now there was only shame at how damaged he’d become. Where he’d previously thrown himself into being ‘The Trickster’ with enthusiasm, now all he could see was how far removed he was from the Angel of Judgement he’d started out as.
Who’s going to save you
When the stars fall from your sky?
And who’s going to pull you in
When the tide gets too high?
Who’s going to hold you
When you turn out the light?
I won’t lie, I wish that I
Could be your superman tonight.
It took him a week to decide to bite the bullet, and the suspicion pouring off Sam when he found him alone in the motel room had nearly had him doing an about turn. He didn’t need this, didn’t need to get involved. He’d gotten as far as raising his hand to snap away, when he’d caught something. A feeling so fleeting and faint that he almost didn’t notice it. Probably wouldn’t have grasped its significance if it hadn’t been for the bitter thoughts that followed in its wake. Focusing, he grasped the feeling in his memory, and identified it. Hope. For a fraction of a second, in amongst the suspicion and disappointment directed at him, hope that maybe something good could finally happen had flared up in Sam’s chest. That the thoughts he’d crushed it down with had been bitter and cynical didn’t matter to Gabriel. All that mattered was that maybe, despite the efforts of Heaven and Hell and everything in between, Sam Winchester wasn’t as broken as he’d feared, and just maybe what Gabriel had come here to do wasn’t impossible after all.
He might not have cared about saving the world from his Brothers, but he’d fight them for it if it meant saving Sam.
Next Chapter: Chapter 2
Author: lonelyphoenix85
Rating: R, for furture chapters fould language and possibly other adult content down the road (better safe than sorry!)
Genre: Songfic, Pre-slash, h/c
Pairing:Sam/Gabriel pre-slash
Spoilers: through to Changing Channels (5x08)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 806
Disclaimer: It only belongs to me when I'm dreaming! Bon Jovi owns the song, and the rest is property of the almighty Kripke!
Notes: My first SPN fic (and therefore also my first attempt at anything even vaguely resembling Sam/Gabriel) - My writing doesn't always live up to my ideas, could use a beta if anyone's interested? I kind of know where I'd like to go with this, but would like some feedback on my start before I spend more time on it.
I don't know about everyone else, but I think we should try and get Gabriel back for S6 - I made a joking comment about starting a petition, only to be told by darkamber that there already is one here: Save Gabriel Petition
I popped straight over to sign it, and now I'm posting this in case anyone else here hasn't seen it yet *grins*
Summary: Gabriel does some thinking... (okay, so I suck at summaries!)
The last thing Gabriel wanted was to be dragged back into his family’s feud. He’d gotten along pretty damn well on his own for this long, thank you very much. It was all the fault of those infuriating Winchesters! It grated that they’d gotten so far under his skin that he no longer had a choice. Except it wasn’t they, was it? Not really. It was just him. Samuel Winchester. Messed up, demon-blood addicted, oh-so-freaking noble Sammy.
There’s something about you
I want to rescue
I don’t even know you
So what does that mean?
Maybe I’m cynical
I’m painfully logical
You’re tragic and beautiful
And that’s good enough for me.
He had just wanted the whole thing over with. His brothers wanted a showdown, and he’d tired of the role of peacekeeper a long time ago. He’d been resolved to push the Winchesters into their roles whether they liked it or not. That didn’t work so well either - stupid, stubborn, irritating hunters! Not only did he not get them to play ball, but he underestimated just how few pieces the younger Winchester would need to put the puzzle together, and now they knew who he was.
~ “This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.” ~
Dean’s parting remark had been intended to cut, but it had barely scratched compared to what he’d seen in Sam’s mind. With everything his life had thrown at him, Sam had still managed to retain some small measure of faith. Until now. Somehow, Gabriel had done what even his brother’s trip to hell and Ruby’s manipulation had been unable to. He should have seen it coming, he supposed. Even beneath his layers (upon layers upon layers) of issues, Sam’s belief in good and pure had been a grounding point, something to rely on. Gabriel hadn’t considered himself good or pure in a long time, but apparently Sam associated those things with his old job (and really who could blame him? The only thing better or purer than Gabriel and his Brothers had been their Father, after all), and seeing how far he had fallen (for want of a better word) had been the proverbial last straw for the camel’s back that was Sam Winchester’s faith.
You’re looking for a hero, but it’s just my old tattoo
Tonight I swear I’d sell my soul to be a hero for you.
He knew that Sam had been hoping to enlist him to fight with them against Heaven and Hell, before they’d figured out who he was. He had had no intention of getting involved in their suicidal and hopeless plans, and yet now, with Sam’s devastation and disappointment ringing in his head, he found that he was desperate to do just that. The instinct to fix what he’d broken was stifling.
As soon as the fire had burned out he’d fled the warehouse, and thrown himself into trick after trick in an effort to drown out his thoughts. It wasn’t working. Where there had been satisfaction and humour, now there was only shame at how damaged he’d become. Where he’d previously thrown himself into being ‘The Trickster’ with enthusiasm, now all he could see was how far removed he was from the Angel of Judgement he’d started out as.
Who’s going to save you
When the stars fall from your sky?
And who’s going to pull you in
When the tide gets too high?
Who’s going to hold you
When you turn out the light?
I won’t lie, I wish that I
Could be your superman tonight.
It took him a week to decide to bite the bullet, and the suspicion pouring off Sam when he found him alone in the motel room had nearly had him doing an about turn. He didn’t need this, didn’t need to get involved. He’d gotten as far as raising his hand to snap away, when he’d caught something. A feeling so fleeting and faint that he almost didn’t notice it. Probably wouldn’t have grasped its significance if it hadn’t been for the bitter thoughts that followed in its wake. Focusing, he grasped the feeling in his memory, and identified it. Hope. For a fraction of a second, in amongst the suspicion and disappointment directed at him, hope that maybe something good could finally happen had flared up in Sam’s chest. That the thoughts he’d crushed it down with had been bitter and cynical didn’t matter to Gabriel. All that mattered was that maybe, despite the efforts of Heaven and Hell and everything in between, Sam Winchester wasn’t as broken as he’d feared, and just maybe what Gabriel had come here to do wasn’t impossible after all.
He might not have cared about saving the world from his Brothers, but he’d fight them for it if it meant saving Sam.
Next Chapter: Chapter 2