Fic: Like they used to, SPN, gen, PG
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jasmassonTitle: Like they used to
Rating: PG
Genre: Supernatural, gen with some suggestion
Warning: It isn’t about death, but someone is dead
Archive: Now also at AO3
Notes: Post-series fic
Summary: Where we are when it's all over...
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The guy drives her home after saving her from that thing. She’s got no clue what it was, only that it was enormous, and slimy and had way too many teeth.
She twists at her sleeves as they drive in silence. The car is old – vintage – but sweet, still black and shiny.
There’s something hanging on the dash, and her fingers go to touch it. It's maybe a necklace? An amulet...?
“Don’t touch that!”
She jerks back in her seat, heart pounding.
He seems to realize he’s frightened her, and speaks again, softly this time.
“Sorry. It’s my brother’s.”
“And where's he?” she asks. The words are out before she really thinks, and she bites her lip. He may be very handsome, but he just killed something awful with more-or-less his bare hands, and she's not really sure she wants to get into small talk.
“He’s dead.”
So much for small talk.
"I'm sorry."
“Don’t be. He’s in heaven, with his angel.” She can see a slight twist to his lip; maybe a smile, maybe a sneer. “They’re probably fucking on a cloud right now.”
She frowns, “Are people allowed to fuck in heaven?” she asks, before realizing what a stupid question that was.
A definite smile this time, a flash of white in the darkness.
“I doubt Dean would think it much of a heaven if they weren’t.”
He pulls up outside her house.
“Still,” he continues. “I’ll never know for certain. If I die, unfortunately I’m going the other way.”
“You mean when you die,” she corrects, a prickle of unease creeping up the back of her neck.
He turns to look at her, the first time he’s met her eyes since checking she was OK. His eyes are dark, almost black, in the night.
“Sure,” he says.
***
She gets out of the car and watches him drive away.
The road is empty, and even the hoverstreet above their heads is empty too, at this time of night. She can hear the faint whine of jet engines in the still, silence of the night, but that’s from a long way away – over from the hoverway east of here.
She watches the car turn the corner and disappear. Old cars are just way cooler than the efficient, soulless hovercars like her father has, but very impractical. She wonders where the guy even finds fuel for it.
She thinks she’ll tell her boyfriend tomorrow about the car - you rarely see cars more than 200 years old these days - but not about anything else.
He wouldn’t believe it, anyway.
***
Rating: PG
Genre: Supernatural, gen with some suggestion
Warning: It isn’t about death, but someone is dead
Archive: Now also at AO3
Notes: Post-series fic
Summary: Where we are when it's all over...
***
The guy drives her home after saving her from that thing. She’s got no clue what it was, only that it was enormous, and slimy and had way too many teeth.
She twists at her sleeves as they drive in silence. The car is old – vintage – but sweet, still black and shiny.
There’s something hanging on the dash, and her fingers go to touch it. It's maybe a necklace? An amulet...?
“Don’t touch that!”
She jerks back in her seat, heart pounding.
He seems to realize he’s frightened her, and speaks again, softly this time.
“Sorry. It’s my brother’s.”
“And where's he?” she asks. The words are out before she really thinks, and she bites her lip. He may be very handsome, but he just killed something awful with more-or-less his bare hands, and she's not really sure she wants to get into small talk.
“He’s dead.”
So much for small talk.
"I'm sorry."
“Don’t be. He’s in heaven, with his angel.” She can see a slight twist to his lip; maybe a smile, maybe a sneer. “They’re probably fucking on a cloud right now.”
She frowns, “Are people allowed to fuck in heaven?” she asks, before realizing what a stupid question that was.
A definite smile this time, a flash of white in the darkness.
“I doubt Dean would think it much of a heaven if they weren’t.”
He pulls up outside her house.
“Still,” he continues. “I’ll never know for certain. If I die, unfortunately I’m going the other way.”
“You mean when you die,” she corrects, a prickle of unease creeping up the back of her neck.
He turns to look at her, the first time he’s met her eyes since checking she was OK. His eyes are dark, almost black, in the night.
“Sure,” he says.
***
She gets out of the car and watches him drive away.
The road is empty, and even the hoverstreet above their heads is empty too, at this time of night. She can hear the faint whine of jet engines in the still, silence of the night, but that’s from a long way away – over from the hoverway east of here.
She watches the car turn the corner and disappear. Old cars are just way cooler than the efficient, soulless hovercars like her father has, but very impractical. She wonders where the guy even finds fuel for it.
She thinks she’ll tell her boyfriend tomorrow about the car - you rarely see cars more than 200 years old these days - but not about anything else.
He wouldn’t believe it, anyway.
***
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Date: 2009-09-20 01:17 pm (UTC)I object very strongly to Dean's angel though. *gnashes teeth*
Gaaaaaah. So damn good. You're brilliant and it hurt. ♥
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Date: 2009-09-20 01:27 pm (UTC)Thank you, beloved! I still hurt... maybe you can tell?
Hold me! ;)
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Date: 2009-09-20 01:35 pm (UTC)If Dean keeps being an ass, I can so see this happening, and it makes me want to scream and bit pillows.
It's so fitting for how they are right now and that makes me so angry, because I want sunshine and rainbows, dammit! But I can just see Sam, cruising the streets at night, holding on to the things that remind him of his brother, trying not to feel. Oh, it kills me.
Mind if I rec it over in my journal briefly? :D
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Date: 2009-09-20 01:40 pm (UTC)Me too! Where are my rainbows and puppies, dammit?!
Mind if I rec it over in my journal briefly?
Of course! I'd be honoured!
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Date: 2009-09-20 07:30 pm (UTC)Great job, Jas!
So does this mean you're not abandoning SPN after all?
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Date: 2009-09-20 08:19 pm (UTC)Oh, poor Sammy :(
I seem to still have some in me. Damn SPN and its wiley ways.
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Date: 2009-09-21 01:59 am (UTC)Btw, your implied Dean/Castiel hurts my brain!! *gets brain bleach*
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Date: 2009-09-21 08:35 pm (UTC)I think I'm gonna need a gallon of brain bleach after next week!
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Date: 2009-09-20 11:07 pm (UTC)I have missed your writing, darlin'. Gorgeous snapshot. Love the outsider pov too. :)
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Date: 2009-09-20 11:38 pm (UTC)*hearts*
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Date: 2009-09-20 11:42 pm (UTC)Poor Sam :(
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Date: 2009-09-21 02:02 am (UTC)ETA: came by
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Date: 2009-09-21 07:35 pm (UTC)Poor Sammy.
Also, Hi! Glad you came over ;)
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Date: 2009-09-21 08:18 am (UTC)I also can't get the image of Dean and Cas fucking on a cloud out of my head. *ishfjrsgivjlkjvka*
Thank you for sharing.
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