More Women of SPN s2!

[fannishliss]

 42 Days of Metallicar and the Women of Supernatural !
#30. Diana Ballard (poem) 309 words
#31. Susan Thompson (ficlet) 750 words
#32. Sherri from Nightshifter  *CRACK*  723 words
#33. Gloria Sitnick (drabble)  221 words

#30. Detective Diana Ballard  from 2.07 The Usual Suspects
Diana knew what betrayal looked like.
Angry red eyes and an empty gurgle in place of an accusation.
Diana knew what loyalty looked like --
two people so closely in synch that they echoed each other in separate rooms.

Diana knew what dedication looked like --
when duty made you send the law to where your brother was hiding --
when duty made you open the door to defend your enemy from a spectre of death.

Diana knew what rage looked like -- a love-token cheapened into a garotte --
a gun turned on a man reckoned no more than a scumbag--
she saw it all happen through the clarity of rage
that he thought she was with him, liar, drug dealer, thief, killer,
ready to gun down in cold blood the man who had helped save her life
from all he'd brought it down on them in greed and corruption.
The man on the ground was no monster -- but her partner was.
She pulled the trigger. And when he kept coming, she pulled it again.

Diana knows what death looks like --
sometimes it weeps and gurgles and cries accusations--
sometimes it just stops moving.  

And even in her grief, Diana knows love when she sees it --
the unguarded joy in the brothers when she lets them go free --
in the loosening of their lips now they both are okay--
in their freed-up stance, the job seen through.

Diana knows the work of a cop -- she doesn't know this other work.
Not yet.  But they do, and so, she lets them go ---

imagines them driving, long through the night,
away and away, spotting each other,
the road winding smooth beneath ever-turning wheels,
while Sam sleeps (or pretends token)
and Dean blares brash guitars
he allows to subside into love songs.

~*O*~

#31. Susan Thompson  and Tyler from 2.11 Playthings
Susan sells all her mother's dolls.  In fact, she sells as much as she possibly can. The rest, she gives away to thrift stores, whatever they are willing to accept.  Her mother is gone, her home is gone, her peace of mind is gone -- her daughter, the money, and making a new start are all she cares about now.

Tyler wants to keep a few things, of course, but Susan is ruthless.  All the old clothes, baby toys, books -- all gone.  When they find a new place they'll start over, fresh.  Nothing marked, nothing to haunt them.

It takes a lot of trips, to get rid of everything.  Susan stands at the counter, filling out another donation receipt.

Tyler usually busies herself toward the back of the small store, reading a book or browsing through bins of toys. 

The cashiere signs the receipt and Susan folds it away. She finds Tyler playing in the toy section, as expected.  Tyler's back is turned and she's talking out loud.

Susan freezes, eavesdrops, desperate to be reassured that it's nothing.

"You'll never catch me!"
"Yes, I will!"
"You can't make this turn!"
"Oh, yes I can!"

Susan is so relieved to hear Tyler acting out two voices that she breaks out in relieved laughter.

"Mommy," Tyler shouts, happily.  "Look what I found!  Can I have them? Please?  This one is Dean's and this one is Sam's, see -- they  race!"

Susan's joy dims a bit at Tyler's mention of the Winchester brothers.  Susan knows she's being irrational, but all this trouble is tied to them too closely in her mind to break the connection.

Tyler is holding up two little cars:  one is long and black and it does look a lot like the Winchesters' old car, though Susan knows less than nothing about cars;  the other is a sporty blue and white convertible.

"See?  Dean's has a trunk that opens!  That's where he keeps the rock salt and the shotguns!"

And just like that, as usual these days, Susan wells up in tears.  She squats to hug Tyler, who is blissfully unaware.  "Oof, Mommy, let go,  they're racing.  Can I have them?  Please?"

Susan wipes her foolish tears away, and tries to mirror the smile on her daughter's face.  "Why not? This bin is a bag for a dollar.  Anthing else?"

"No, just these.  Cars are fun! I can build a track, and make little signs..."   Tyler rattles on about her plans for the little cars.

Susan just has to be glad that Tyler has bounced back so quickly, not even any nightmares. 

"Come on, let's go.  Bring the cars!"

"Yay!" 

Tyler bounds forward to the cashiere's station and lays the cars on the counter. 

"These are Sam and Dean's cars! They're big heroes! They go fast!"

The old volunteer cashiere smiles at Susan as she pulls out her wallet. 

"Children are so imaginative, aren't they?"  the old lady says. 

"Yes, they certainly are," Susan replies, "which is great as long as it really is all in their heads."

"What?"  the old lady asks, giving Susan her change.

"Never mind.  Have a great day,"  Susan says.

Tyler puts the little blue and white car in her pocket.  "Sam only drives it for racing.  He'd rather ride with Dean!  Back in Black!" Tyler zooms the black car through the air, singing randomly.   "Gotcha back, I'm glad to see a yak, back in black!"

Susan shakes her head, sends up a little prayer for the brothers that have made such an impression on Tyler.  They follow trouble, Susan knows, but she wishes them well. 

She follows Tyler out to the car. "Lemme loose! Have a juice!"  Tyler is singing. Susan laughs.  She doesn't really know the song Dean was playing as the brothers made their goodbyes and drove away, but she's pretty sure that's not how it goes.  Still, Tyler has fun making it up as she goes along, and Susan's okay with that.

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Note:  Tyler's little black car is a Hot Wheels '69 Dodge Charger with silver flames and a red tail end; actually, like the tiny Greenlight Impala, its hood opens, not the trunk (boo). The convertible is a Matchbox '69 Camaro 33-396.  The little '69 Camaro in my icon is the BIGTIME MUSCLE replica from Jada Toys, #0306339NP.  My husband just detected the miniscule SUPERNATURAL trademark on the bottom of our actual toy Impala -- even though it has the wrong number of doors, we still love it.

~*O*~

#32. The Fanonization of the Apostle Sherri
(Sherri from 2.12 Nightshifter)

The Winchester Gospels were not widely known, at first.  Let's face it, the publisher was a bit of a wacko.  She thought the books should "stand on their own merit."  She thought Chuck was "brilliant"  -- come on, he was a drunk and a hack.
 
But as time passed -- and it wasn't too long in the grand scheme of things -- the Winchester Gospels gained credence.  It wasn't the covers, or even the sex scenes, that drew people to the Testaments.  It was the Witnesses. 

People like Sherri.   She stood at the lectern, cleared her throat.  The auditorium was not very big, and the women on their folding chairs creaked a little bit as they waited for her to get started.

"Ahem.  Ahem.  Can you hear me?  Good."  She ruffled her index cards. 

"I met Sam and Dean Winchester on the night of  January 25, 2007, and I bear witness to the events of "Nightshifter."  Appreciative murmurs, as everyone settled in.

"I can testify that Sam and Dean came to the City Bank of Milwaukee with Ron Resnick, to kill a shapeshifter.  And I can swear to you, that when they killed the shapeshifter, it looked just like me."  Expectant hush.

"I know you want to know what they were like." Nods from everyone in the room, and a few "amens."

"Well, Sam is really tall, and his face is kind, and his eyes are gentle, and he's really sweaty -- but he smells good!" The women all laughed, while the Sam Girls all Lost One Shoe under their chairs, wiggling their sock toes with reverence.

"He's super strong.  You know he took out at least three trained SWAT guys single handed -- and unarmed!"  A few women shouted out, "Praise Sammy!"  while some Dean Girls made the Eye of the Tiger. Sherri smiled.  "I heard them talking about it.  They made out that he was on PCP."  "Yeah right!"  one woman called out.  Scoffing noises all round.

"And Dean?  He was just like you picture.  Only better."  Sherri paused to let that sink in.  The Dean Girls, seated on the right hand side of the room, bowed their heads, and scratched their necks humbly, while the Sammy Girls threw up the Rock Fist in Dean's honor.   "I won't even go into how pretty he was.  That's not even the point.  He was just, so fair, so calm, so... deadly."  Murmurs of "ooh, deadly"  spread through the crowd.

"I mean, he held me at knife point!  I was so scared!  You can't imagine his eyes.  You think they're green -- but when he's angry, they go all flat and determined.  No color at all.  And he may not be as big as Sam?  But scary. And super strong. I fainted."

"Amen to that!"  "So would we all!"  "oh yeah, right out on the floor,"  contributed the Dean Girls.

"When I woke up, the Shapeshifter was right there, dead.  They killed it while I was passed out.  But I can testify to you, that  I would not be alive today, if it were not for the bravery and dedication of Sam and Dean Winchester." 

Applause broke out from both sides of the auditorium, and people waved their copies of "Nightshifter" and thumped them, adding a muffled "whump" to the applause, as was the custom. A reading of the Gospels was not complete without "whumpage."

"I'll open the floor to questions.  Yes, sister?"

"Did you see Castiel?"  asked a Dean Girl.  Some of the Sammy Girls frowned, but most were magnanimous.

"Not that I know of.  But I don't think you can ever discount the possibility that Castiel was watching all along.  For as it is written in the Book of Christo, "you may entertain Angels unawares."    Sherri smiled at the Girls.  They nodded.  Many of them were still practicing Christoans.

A Sammy Girl raised her hand.

"Yes?" 

"Did you see the Impala?"

Sherri gave a sigh.  "No,  I didn't.  But I know She was there.  The Impala never failed Her Boys."

All the Girls in the room threw the Rock Fist, and several made the Growl of Her Engines. 

Sherri was glad she'd been brave enough to speak. From now on, she'd speak out and claim her status as a Witness more often.  Maybe she'd even be brave enough to witness to Fanboys someday.

~*O*~

#33. Gloria Sitnick, from 2.13 Houses of the Holy
Gloria is under no illusions about the pointless life she led Before. The Angel knew her heart when it chose her. The Angel knew God's Will for her, God's mercy on her wickedness,  the blessings God's mission would bring to Gloria. Sometimes she feels so grateful to the Angel, she almost cries, here, in this clean, empty place, plenty of food, the possibility of calm.   Sure, she can't leave -- she'll never ride the open highway like she used to dream when she was a girl -- but tell the truth -- those dreams faded away in her a long, long time ago.  Besides, the open highway is just a story people tell.  No one can really just drive away from every bad thing that happens, every bad thing that's done to them, every bad thing they do.  Gloria is just as happy to sit and do nothing -- she did that well enough Before, until she did the One Good Thing, took down the Evil Man, and now God's Will is completed. Now, she's earned her rest. Maybe she'll watch an afternoon movie in the lounge later on.  Maybe something with Redford, or Steve McQueen. And tonight, in the dark silence of her room, under the watchful eye of God, she can dream of the fast getaway she'll never make.

Comments

[davincis-girl.livejournal.com]

Damn I love that Playthings drabble. It is fitting that she sells everthing. I love the daughter latching onto Sam and Dean as her new playtime playmates and heroes.

[fannishliss.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it. I think it's fun to project my little stable of muscle car toys into Tyler's pocket. The boys must have seemed very big and powerful to Tyler. I had two beautiful teenage cousins when I was a little girl who physically resembled Sam and Dean; they would come around to work on the farm for my dad, and I had such a little girl crush on them!!

[davincis-girl.livejournal.com]

Imagine how tall Sam would seem to a child (and how pretty Dean would look). They would be instant hits.

[morganslady.livejournal.com]

Detective Diana Ballard from 2.07 The Usual Suspects- you captured all the emotions of a police officer very well.

Susan Thompson and Tyler from 2.11 Playthings- out with the dolls and in with the cars..

The Fanonization of the Apostle Sherri-this was awesome!! I loved her bearing witness to the wonders of Dean and Sam..

Gloria Sitnick, from 2.13 Houses of the Holy- her calm believing she's done all that was asked of her..

[fannishliss.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm so glad you've enjoyed them. I've got another few on the way!

[fannishliss.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you laughed at Sherri's fic. I could just see certain people becoming Apostles for the Winchesters -- and Sherri would be one of them! I've got another little batch coming here soon!

[andreth47.livejournal.com]

I love the final lines of #30!

The Sherri one is hilarious from beginning to end...seriously, laugh out loud, half a dozen times. XDD Fantastic!! Rock on.

[fannishliss.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much! I was psyched when they brought Fangirl Becky onto the Show. This is why I don't really want to meet the boys. Although I REALLY hope I wouldn't just swoon the way Becky does!!