spn Ficlet for s5
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fannishlissDean understood now why no human being should see beyond the Light, why the end should remain mysterious.
The human dream of Heaven was a beautiful thing: the city paved with gold, the city made foursquare, the city not made by hands; the peaceable kingdom, the garden of endless delight, the beautiful country. There'll be no sorrow there, and every tear shall be wiped away. There shall swords be cast away, and they shall not learn war anymore, for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.
Hell had been a bogey tale, until he'd felt its hooks and chains.
Heaven then, might've remained a beautiful dream -- until he'd been there, pinned in the Angelic spotlight.
He'd seen the fireworks bursting, that one time when Sam had been the happiest Dean had ever seen him -- that was Dean's Heaven. That right there. Stolen happiness, a midnight field, a brother's joyful embrace.
Not a turkey dinner and a room full of strangers.
Not an infinite loop of empty memories, strung like a baud's cheapest baubles.
To say Heaven left Dean cold would be the world's biggest understatement.
Dean had seen Hell, now he'd seen Heaven, and there was no hope in either place. He'd seen the future -- his own empty double, his brother hollowed out. The future held no hope.
When the end finally came, when his brother's stolen fist had pulverized half his face, there was nothing left, and Dean was okay with that. All that mattered was all he had left to give -- he wouldn't leave his brother. Not for Heaven, not for Hell, not for fear, not for anything. If there was one tiny chance Sam was in there, Dean had nothing left but to be there for him.
"Sammy? It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going to leave you."
There wasn't anything more for him to give, so he gave it.
And somehow, a miracle, it was enough.
Lucifer fell, and Sam rose up.
Sam, Dean's beautiful brother, did the right thing. Shining like glory, like the only sun in Dean's whole sorry, bleak and miserable existence, Sam grabbed his fate and wrestled the archangels down into the Pit.
The ground snapped closed.
Dean was remade and sent to Lisa to live. He had a promise to keep.
But only one desire beat in his heart: to die. The afterlife meant only one thing to Dean: to find Sam, and do for Sam whatever needed doing.
Dean knew there was life after death. The existence of the soul, to Dean, was a proven fact. And all that meant to him was that his brother was lost, in the grip of a raging archangel, and someday, Dean would be there with him, whatever that meant.
Despite his promise, Dean wanted nothing more than to tear through Heaven or Hell or wherever he ended up, to face it together with his brother: one Heaven, one Hell, one immortality, and one annihilation.
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NOTES: thanks y'all for your comments -- they keep me inspired to keep writing and I really appreciate it!! I'll get back to you -- probably tonight if all goes well!
QUERY -- should I post these to samdean_otp or wait till I've compiled them all in an AO3 file???
prompts from Midwinter day by drabble:
My method was to put all the prompts into one file and then sort them by season. :) For s5 there were a bunch of great prompts that had to do with that icy quality of Lucifer and the feeling that their fates were freezing in around Sam and Dean. You can see that the ficlet is not directly related to the prompts, but it is more loosely inspired by them. I especially liked the photo prompts, the idea of Sam's life and Dean's diverging yet still irrevocably one; and the robin redbreast, so implacably singing despite its bleak surroundings. I imagine that little bird in the cemetery at Stull, a painful piece of evidence for Dean of how life just won't stop going on.
If any of these prompts grab you, please write for them!
Another prompt I really liked for s5 was "bundled" -- it made me think of 2014 but that didn't happen in this ficlet.
18. Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again. --Bill Morgan, Jr.
26. "Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen." --My Antonia by Willa Cather
9. In a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.
--Moralia by Plutarch
bonus quotation from P. B. Shelley, Epipsychidion:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174386
My husband and I used this (the very end of it, from "We shall become the same" to "one annihilation" on our wedding invitation. :)
photo prompts # 14 and #25
The human dream of Heaven was a beautiful thing: the city paved with gold, the city made foursquare, the city not made by hands; the peaceable kingdom, the garden of endless delight, the beautiful country. There'll be no sorrow there, and every tear shall be wiped away. There shall swords be cast away, and they shall not learn war anymore, for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.
Hell had been a bogey tale, until he'd felt its hooks and chains.
Heaven then, might've remained a beautiful dream -- until he'd been there, pinned in the Angelic spotlight.
He'd seen the fireworks bursting, that one time when Sam had been the happiest Dean had ever seen him -- that was Dean's Heaven. That right there. Stolen happiness, a midnight field, a brother's joyful embrace.
Not a turkey dinner and a room full of strangers.
Not an infinite loop of empty memories, strung like a baud's cheapest baubles.
To say Heaven left Dean cold would be the world's biggest understatement.
Dean had seen Hell, now he'd seen Heaven, and there was no hope in either place. He'd seen the future -- his own empty double, his brother hollowed out. The future held no hope.
When the end finally came, when his brother's stolen fist had pulverized half his face, there was nothing left, and Dean was okay with that. All that mattered was all he had left to give -- he wouldn't leave his brother. Not for Heaven, not for Hell, not for fear, not for anything. If there was one tiny chance Sam was in there, Dean had nothing left but to be there for him.
"Sammy? It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going to leave you."
There wasn't anything more for him to give, so he gave it.
And somehow, a miracle, it was enough.
Lucifer fell, and Sam rose up.
Sam, Dean's beautiful brother, did the right thing. Shining like glory, like the only sun in Dean's whole sorry, bleak and miserable existence, Sam grabbed his fate and wrestled the archangels down into the Pit.
The ground snapped closed.
Dean was remade and sent to Lisa to live. He had a promise to keep.
But only one desire beat in his heart: to die. The afterlife meant only one thing to Dean: to find Sam, and do for Sam whatever needed doing.
Dean knew there was life after death. The existence of the soul, to Dean, was a proven fact. And all that meant to him was that his brother was lost, in the grip of a raging archangel, and someday, Dean would be there with him, whatever that meant.
Despite his promise, Dean wanted nothing more than to tear through Heaven or Hell or wherever he ended up, to face it together with his brother: one Heaven, one Hell, one immortality, and one annihilation.
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NOTES: thanks y'all for your comments -- they keep me inspired to keep writing and I really appreciate it!! I'll get back to you -- probably tonight if all goes well!
QUERY -- should I post these to samdean_otp or wait till I've compiled them all in an AO3 file???
prompts from Midwinter day by drabble:
My method was to put all the prompts into one file and then sort them by season. :) For s5 there were a bunch of great prompts that had to do with that icy quality of Lucifer and the feeling that their fates were freezing in around Sam and Dean. You can see that the ficlet is not directly related to the prompts, but it is more loosely inspired by them. I especially liked the photo prompts, the idea of Sam's life and Dean's diverging yet still irrevocably one; and the robin redbreast, so implacably singing despite its bleak surroundings. I imagine that little bird in the cemetery at Stull, a painful piece of evidence for Dean of how life just won't stop going on.
If any of these prompts grab you, please write for them!
Another prompt I really liked for s5 was "bundled" -- it made me think of 2014 but that didn't happen in this ficlet.
18. Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again. --Bill Morgan, Jr.
26. "Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen." --My Antonia by Willa Cather
9. In a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.
--Moralia by Plutarch
bonus quotation from P. B. Shelley, Epipsychidion:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174386
My husband and I used this (the very end of it, from "We shall become the same" to "one annihilation" on our wedding invitation. :)
photo prompts # 14 and #25
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Date: 2013-09-23 01:48 am (UTC)S5, particularly in its final moments, will always be "my" season; S5 is why I'm here right now. And I love that you've brought us right back to those last moments, in all their great and terrible beauty. I still feel it just as vividly as it did three years ago. I think a lot of the weight to this comes from what you mentioned to me in a comment on one of your earlier drabbles--that really, it just gets worse for the Winchesters. Which is, I think, I big part of what Dean's articulating here. It's not even about dying anymore, it's the coming back and knowing that there's nothing, there's nothing good out there, and if there's gonna be any end at all, it has to be total annihilation. Because there's only so many times you can come back from that. So even when you're so very, desperately, glad that Sam pulls through here, and the world doesn't end, and Dean keeps his promise, and their world keeps spinning with whatever it's got left, Dean's gotta stop and wonder--what about next time? The time after that? When does this stop working? When do the odds catch up with them?
And would it be better if that were later, or sooner?
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Date: 2013-10-04 01:55 pm (UTC)s4 was "my" season; I guess I was so very primed by the finale of s3 with the MEATHOOKS and then the slow reveal of all that Dean had gone through, and then facing Alistair, and watching Sam slowly turn himself, all leading up to what I think is one of the best episodes of all time, On the head of a pin. The fallout of s5 kept it going but Lucifer was almost a kind of a distraction.
I really love that Death does finally show up and point out that the boys have torn themselves out of the natural order. And by this point, they've decimated the ranks of Hell and facilitated the destruction of Heaven; they're drinking buddies with God and they don't even know it; they're the culmination of a breeding program that ostensibly goes back all the way to the beginning; they've introduced Free Will to the Angels, and salvation to the Demons; they've fought their way into and out of Hell, Heaven and Purgatory. It's so EPIC. But personally, it takes a terrible toll. Sam seems to be sane now-- which is good; Dean has gone through Purgatory and then toned it down a little, which imho is also good!
I think Carver wants to re-establish the ground rules for s9.... we have Angels among us now, and Dean is still planning on taking out every demon in Hell, personally... will Crowley, now repentant, be an ally?
I hope that Sam and Dean will learn to rely on each other again and introduce a new level of honesty into their dealings with each other. Supernatural has gone places and dared things no other show would ever dare to take on. I think it absolutely rocks. I'm planning to marathon s8 over the weekend -- then, Bring on Season Divine! :)
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