Supernatural/The Dark Knight Xover Fic: "Sam Sees The Funny Side"
Title: Sam Sees the Funny Side
Fandoms: Supernatural/The Dark Knight
Word Count: 829
Rating: R for violence, hints at Sam/Dean
A/N 1: Soooo, I mangled my two favorite fandoms....
A/N 2: Thanks as ever to
karaokegal for the beta, help and support.
Sam Sees The Funny Side:
There's a sound in your head which won’t go away. A constant humming. It might be just be a bug, out to annoy you. Or it could be the sound of someone screaming, which you’ve adjusted to so well it’s now just the static of your life.
Maybe you’re the one who’s screaming, but you’re definitely not static anymore. You’re an unstoppable force.
You see, there are only so many forms of torture you can imagine before it actually gets boring.
Sleep becomes a luxury as you lay in bed, rest your head against a cool pillow and just imagine him being locked in a small white room where he can’t get out and the ceiling is slowly, slowly pressing down on him until he screams.
It’s not your fault he was a self-sacrificing ass who loved you too much, but you feel pretty bad about it anyway.
So you drift off to sleep and dream about the pain that is being inflicted on your brother because the demons have many valid reasons to hate him - after all, he sent them back there and now he’s joined the party - and why not wonder what sort of welcoming committee he received? The imagery would drive a normal man insane. Luckily, you gave up on normal years and miles ago.
You can walk down a street and laugh at everyone you pass as they stress out over money, jobs, romance and global warming. Hah hah, you want to laugh in their faces and then scream “You know hell is real, right? My brother is there right now and I can’t get him back, even though I want him back. My brother’s in HELL!“
You might take a pause before whispering, “And I want him back. Now. I want him back, right now.”
Make them smile that nervous smile you see when they can’t tell if you’re crazy or not, but they laugh just to be on the safe side.
Safe. Hah! Dean’s in hell; there is no safe, it just does not exist. What sort of insane universe lets that happen? All he ever did was protect and look out for people and now he’s in hell and you’ve tried, but you can’t get him back.
Walk down the street, any street, any city and laugh at all the people who feel safe. You want to scream in their faces, every day, "If it could happen to him, it could happen to you.”
Even better, you could pin them down and hold a knife to their throats and whisper in their ears, “It happened to someone I love, so it could happen to someone you love.” Because, honestly, that’s much, much worse.
If it’s painful enough to imagine, you can guarantee it’s been done by someone to someone else. That’s just how we evolved humans roll, we’re awesome like that.
And if it’s been done on earth, rest assured, it’s practiced in hell. Practiced to perfection on your brother. Probably while the torturer is wearing your face, because that would be the icing on the cake.
Dean used to love cake; he used to annoy you with his slapping lips and gross belching, but after years of being disgusted, you now find it funny and it makes you smile.
You think you’re going crazy, but that’s impossible, because you’re getting better. You’re laughing a lot more. And laughter is healthy, the best medicine, right?
You catch a news item one day and it captures your interest: A vigilante, he fights crime. You laugh out loud at the television because crime is so… pure, so basic. There are so many worse things to fight and this innocent man believes he’s saving a city’s soul by dressing up and scaring criminals.
The poor guy doesn’t stand a chance. You know all about souls, you just never worked out how to save them.
So that’s what you must do! Go there and show them. Show them all. Souls can’t be saved, they can only be corrupted, sold or bought. No matter how good they were in the first place, they can easily end up in hell.
Someone’s in hell? It might be you, it’s all a bit fuzzy. Hopefully it’s you, then you can take more souls straight to hell with you. That’ll be fun. You can laugh.
You look in a mirror and see that you’re smiling. How did that happen? It doesn’t matter. You prefer a multiple choice, you can laugh at this world because it has nothing, nothing left to threaten you with.
All you remember is that you are missing someone, like you're half a person. You have to find him. So he can complete you.
It’s easy and it’s funny: You cover-up the scars to make them more obvious. Not so you can defeat your fears, but so you can become them.
Fandoms: Supernatural/The Dark Knight
Word Count: 829
Rating: R for violence, hints at Sam/Dean
A/N 1: Soooo, I mangled my two favorite fandoms....
A/N 2: Thanks as ever to
karaokegal for the beta, help and support.
Sam Sees The Funny Side:
There's a sound in your head which won’t go away. A constant humming. It might be just be a bug, out to annoy you. Or it could be the sound of someone screaming, which you’ve adjusted to so well it’s now just the static of your life.
Maybe you’re the one who’s screaming, but you’re definitely not static anymore. You’re an unstoppable force.
You see, there are only so many forms of torture you can imagine before it actually gets boring.
Sleep becomes a luxury as you lay in bed, rest your head against a cool pillow and just imagine him being locked in a small white room where he can’t get out and the ceiling is slowly, slowly pressing down on him until he screams.
It’s not your fault he was a self-sacrificing ass who loved you too much, but you feel pretty bad about it anyway.
So you drift off to sleep and dream about the pain that is being inflicted on your brother because the demons have many valid reasons to hate him - after all, he sent them back there and now he’s joined the party - and why not wonder what sort of welcoming committee he received? The imagery would drive a normal man insane. Luckily, you gave up on normal years and miles ago.
You can walk down a street and laugh at everyone you pass as they stress out over money, jobs, romance and global warming. Hah hah, you want to laugh in their faces and then scream “You know hell is real, right? My brother is there right now and I can’t get him back, even though I want him back. My brother’s in HELL!“
You might take a pause before whispering, “And I want him back. Now. I want him back, right now.”
Make them smile that nervous smile you see when they can’t tell if you’re crazy or not, but they laugh just to be on the safe side.
Safe. Hah! Dean’s in hell; there is no safe, it just does not exist. What sort of insane universe lets that happen? All he ever did was protect and look out for people and now he’s in hell and you’ve tried, but you can’t get him back.
Walk down the street, any street, any city and laugh at all the people who feel safe. You want to scream in their faces, every day, "If it could happen to him, it could happen to you.”
Even better, you could pin them down and hold a knife to their throats and whisper in their ears, “It happened to someone I love, so it could happen to someone you love.” Because, honestly, that’s much, much worse.
If it’s painful enough to imagine, you can guarantee it’s been done by someone to someone else. That’s just how we evolved humans roll, we’re awesome like that.
And if it’s been done on earth, rest assured, it’s practiced in hell. Practiced to perfection on your brother. Probably while the torturer is wearing your face, because that would be the icing on the cake.
Dean used to love cake; he used to annoy you with his slapping lips and gross belching, but after years of being disgusted, you now find it funny and it makes you smile.
You think you’re going crazy, but that’s impossible, because you’re getting better. You’re laughing a lot more. And laughter is healthy, the best medicine, right?
You catch a news item one day and it captures your interest: A vigilante, he fights crime. You laugh out loud at the television because crime is so… pure, so basic. There are so many worse things to fight and this innocent man believes he’s saving a city’s soul by dressing up and scaring criminals.
The poor guy doesn’t stand a chance. You know all about souls, you just never worked out how to save them.
So that’s what you must do! Go there and show them. Show them all. Souls can’t be saved, they can only be corrupted, sold or bought. No matter how good they were in the first place, they can easily end up in hell.
Someone’s in hell? It might be you, it’s all a bit fuzzy. Hopefully it’s you, then you can take more souls straight to hell with you. That’ll be fun. You can laugh.
You look in a mirror and see that you’re smiling. How did that happen? It doesn’t matter. You prefer a multiple choice, you can laugh at this world because it has nothing, nothing left to threaten you with.
All you remember is that you are missing someone, like you're half a person. You have to find him. So he can complete you.
It’s easy and it’s funny: You cover-up the scars to make them more obvious. Not so you can defeat your fears, but so you can become them.