fic.
Title: Divine Intervention
Fandom: Speed Racer and Supernatural (more crossover, I apologise +_+)
Pairing: onesided Speed/Dean, Sam/Dean, Speed/X
Rating: About 15, because in my mind, it was quite disturbing. I suppose it came out okay.
Length: 612 words.
Notes: Contains season 4 spoilers, but not major ones. Sorry for those it rules out. D: Features angel!Sam and Dean, which isn't a s4 spoiler. For those unfamiliar with theology, and don't understand X's comment, the Left Hand of God is a derogatory term for one who performs objectionable acts in God's name.
Speed believes in angels.
His is called Dean.
X believes in angels.
No. Belief suggests faith. X knows of angels.
He wishes he didn’t. He wishes they would leave him alone.
His is called Sam.
The angels watched Rex burn.
“This is wrong,” one said.
“It must be changed,” said a second.
There’s the flutter of feathers when they leave.
Speed remembers the time Before Dean, because it mixes with the time Before Rex Left.
He knows it can’t be coincidental the two coincide.
Speed always knew he wasn’t going mad, because Rex had told him, long ago, that angels were real. And he never doubted Rex.
Speed knows that he’s in love with Dean.
He asked Dean to fuck him, once. Dean smiled. He said it wasn’t for him to do so. He said it wasn’t meant to be. He said it while looking at someone Speed couldn’t see.
Speed understood, and spent most of his teenage years coming to Dean’s face in his mind.
Sam’s quiet, most of the time, and sits and watches him. X doesn’t mind. X doesn’t mind as long as Sam keeps quiet. Sam’s voice is soft, and full of smoke.
Sam doesn’t leave when Speed comes. Sam tenses, and always watches the space to the right of Speed, seeing something X can’t.
Sam explained, very early on, why he was watching X.
God, apparently, has a purpose for him. Something he has to fulfill.
X is disinclined to believe.
Speed gets no such explanation. He asks Dean, once, asks what he’s there for. Dean says it is to watch. Speed asks for what, for how long, why does he have to wait?
“You’re young, and impatient.” Speed loves Dean’s voice. “There’s protocol, especially in cases such as these.” He thought it would be like choirs, but it’s soft, and sharp, like biting a bullet, like a gasp in an empty church.
It takes Speed a long time to realize that Dean is a soldier.
Speed is restless, and missing Rex.
“It’s wrong that he died,” he mumbles. He’s pacing. “It’s wrong that he’s dead.”
“It wasn’t meant to be,” Dean says softly. Something in his tone sends shivers down Speed’s spine.
X is watching Speed practice. Sam is sat beside him. Speed doesn’t know that either of them are there.
Sam is looking at something, something across the stands, something X can’t see.
“Why did you take me from there?” X asks softly. He’s rubbing his fingers on the mark on his arm, the handprint, the Left Hand of God.
“You weren’t meant to die,” Sam replies. “It wasn’t meant to be.”
X knows his theology. “How did you end up here?”
“There was a war,” Sam says softly. “And we lost.”
Speed comes to him in the middle of the night. Sam is by his side.
“I love you, X,” Speed says softly. He’s such a child.
He looks at Sam and thinks that it’s wrong. Sam shakes his head. It’s meant to be.
X understands.
He kisses Speed and Sam smiles.
Sam speaks to X before he leaves. He explains. He says the job is done, the work has been fulfilled.
“What do you do now?” X asks quietly. Speed’s still asleep in the other room.
Sam glances to the side, at the person X can’t see. Whatever we’re told to, Sam explains. You’re safe, now, X. They can’t touch you anymore.
X knows what he means. Sam’s talking about the black-eyed ones, the ones that made him crash. The ones that killed Rex Racer.
There’s the softest sounds of wingbeats, then they’re gone. And things are as they are meant to be.
Fandom: Speed Racer and Supernatural (more crossover, I apologise +_+)
Pairing: onesided Speed/Dean, Sam/Dean, Speed/X
Rating: About 15, because in my mind, it was quite disturbing. I suppose it came out okay.
Length: 612 words.
Notes: Contains season 4 spoilers, but not major ones. Sorry for those it rules out. D: Features angel!Sam and Dean, which isn't a s4 spoiler. For those unfamiliar with theology, and don't understand X's comment, the Left Hand of God is a derogatory term for one who performs objectionable acts in God's name.
Speed believes in angels.
His is called Dean.
X believes in angels.
No. Belief suggests faith. X knows of angels.
He wishes he didn’t. He wishes they would leave him alone.
His is called Sam.
The angels watched Rex burn.
“This is wrong,” one said.
“It must be changed,” said a second.
There’s the flutter of feathers when they leave.
Speed remembers the time Before Dean, because it mixes with the time Before Rex Left.
He knows it can’t be coincidental the two coincide.
Speed always knew he wasn’t going mad, because Rex had told him, long ago, that angels were real. And he never doubted Rex.
Speed knows that he’s in love with Dean.
He asked Dean to fuck him, once. Dean smiled. He said it wasn’t for him to do so. He said it wasn’t meant to be. He said it while looking at someone Speed couldn’t see.
Speed understood, and spent most of his teenage years coming to Dean’s face in his mind.
Sam’s quiet, most of the time, and sits and watches him. X doesn’t mind. X doesn’t mind as long as Sam keeps quiet. Sam’s voice is soft, and full of smoke.
Sam doesn’t leave when Speed comes. Sam tenses, and always watches the space to the right of Speed, seeing something X can’t.
Sam explained, very early on, why he was watching X.
God, apparently, has a purpose for him. Something he has to fulfill.
X is disinclined to believe.
Speed gets no such explanation. He asks Dean, once, asks what he’s there for. Dean says it is to watch. Speed asks for what, for how long, why does he have to wait?
“You’re young, and impatient.” Speed loves Dean’s voice. “There’s protocol, especially in cases such as these.” He thought it would be like choirs, but it’s soft, and sharp, like biting a bullet, like a gasp in an empty church.
It takes Speed a long time to realize that Dean is a soldier.
Speed is restless, and missing Rex.
“It’s wrong that he died,” he mumbles. He’s pacing. “It’s wrong that he’s dead.”
“It wasn’t meant to be,” Dean says softly. Something in his tone sends shivers down Speed’s spine.
X is watching Speed practice. Sam is sat beside him. Speed doesn’t know that either of them are there.
Sam is looking at something, something across the stands, something X can’t see.
“Why did you take me from there?” X asks softly. He’s rubbing his fingers on the mark on his arm, the handprint, the Left Hand of God.
“You weren’t meant to die,” Sam replies. “It wasn’t meant to be.”
X knows his theology. “How did you end up here?”
“There was a war,” Sam says softly. “And we lost.”
Speed comes to him in the middle of the night. Sam is by his side.
“I love you, X,” Speed says softly. He’s such a child.
He looks at Sam and thinks that it’s wrong. Sam shakes his head. It’s meant to be.
X understands.
He kisses Speed and Sam smiles.
Sam speaks to X before he leaves. He explains. He says the job is done, the work has been fulfilled.
“What do you do now?” X asks quietly. Speed’s still asleep in the other room.
Sam glances to the side, at the person X can’t see. Whatever we’re told to, Sam explains. You’re safe, now, X. They can’t touch you anymore.
X knows what he means. Sam’s talking about the black-eyed ones, the ones that made him crash. The ones that killed Rex Racer.
There’s the softest sounds of wingbeats, then they’re gone. And things are as they are meant to be.