fic: the aftermath (spn)

[jukeboxhound_backup]

I was going through my unfinished stories and found this. It really is pretty random and builds on the same idea as a previous but unrelated fic, In principio erat verbum, but here you go. Have mercy. Title from The Gathering, "These Good People."

the aftermath (it will be black)
SPN || PG-13 - language || gen (Sam, Dean) || 972 words || set sometime after 5x14, "My Bloody Valentine"
There's no such thing as the right words to say.

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Sam didn't drink often, probably because of a childhood dictated by John and Jim Beam, but when he did consume enough liquor to make Dean reconsider the values of the Prohibition he generally fell into one of two settings: maudlin and bratty (rum, tequila) or weirdly intent and a little ruthless (whiskey, vodka).

Unfortunately for Dean, Sam had reached that pleasantly buzzed state of easy happiness and promptly barreled past it, greased with the power of Jack. He lay on the second bed in a loose-limbed sprawl, the tension bleached out to leave behind this man who had stopped looking like Dean's little brother for a long time now.

"Think you've had enough, Sam," said Dean from the little table. The way Sam held the neck of the bottle with his fingertips made it look more like a caress.

"You ever wonder why a demon can't escape someone's body if the mouth is covered? Or why deals are sealed with a kiss?"

"No," Dean lied. He had, but only in an idle sense before shoving the thought aside under the label of Interesting But Useless Shit You'll Never Know.

"Liar," Sam murmured, and Dean thunked his own bottle down on the table hard enough to make it slosh up the sides like a sickly-amber wave.

"Takes one," Dean replied just as softly.

"It's because it's how we shape the world."

Pause. "What, lies? Because in that case we may as well have written the freakin' Book of Genesis. Or did you mean the mouth, because hey, man, I've gotten some awesome blowjobs, but obviously I haven't been going to the same places as you."

Instead of making him hurt or defensive, the small dig made Sam's eyes go half-lidded in a creepy, vaguely reptilian way. Dean's stomach twisted.

"It's how we control things," Sam said to the ceiling in that half-talking-to-himself way that had always made Dean a little nervous, ever since they were kids. "In Genesis, Adam named everything in the Garden and gave it order. We exorcise demons using Latin words, but it's not the Latin itself that's powerful, just the way it tricks our mind."

"Thanks for the Theology one-oh-one, Professor. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep."

"Don't you hear it in the way Cas says your name?"

"All right, that's it," said Dean, getting up from his slouch to reach for the bottle that Sam's long fingers were still molesting. But when Dean took hold of it, those fingers suddenly wrapped themselves around his wrist and pulled him off-balance, sending him toppling and landing with one knee pressed into the mattress between Sam's legs and his hands braced on either side of Sam's shoulders. His head spun with booze and vertigo. The Jack fell over and spilled its remaining third into the dingy carpet.

"Dude, what the fuck."

"Don't you hear it, Dean? It's like he's trying to rebuild you all over again. You're all he sees. He says 'Dean,' just like that – " gravelly, like his throat had been lined with sandpaper and the only way to get the words out was to mean them, " – and it's like he's saying a fucking Pater Noster."

Sam was doing weird things to his head, which wasn't anything new, honestly, the kid had been fucking with his head since he learned how to say no, and it wasn't even those goddamned fucking shitty powers trying to pull a whammy on him. Just Sam with his anger and grief and empathy and cruelty and impossible dreams.

"Sam," he said calmly, very much Not Thinking that this was the first time he had really touched his brother in ages, very much Not Thinking about how it made his skin crawl. "You're fucking wasted."

Sam tilted his head to the side slightly, slanted eyes hooded and dark. "You keep pushing me away."

"Well, gee, seeing you smeared in demon blood really rouses that fraternal love," Dean snapped, but Sam just slid a hand up the back of Dean's neck – whoa, wait, what – and gripped his short hair with a scary, quiet conviction, "I thought it was the only way I could protect you this time around."

Dean wasn't stupid, he'd seen the helplessness turning Sam's edges ragged in the last months before Dean's deal was up, but Jesus fucking Christ, this was how Sam was justifying all the…all the lying and fucking around and yeah, he said he was sorry, he said he was trying to make up for it, he'd been clean for a while (Famine didn't count, Dean had to believe that) but. Christ.

"Castiel brought you back. He says your name and it remakes you and it – it wasn't me. It wasn't me. Azazel bled in my mouth, that means something, it does, and – "

"Sam," said Dean, "if you don't shut up I'm gonna punch you. It's done, I'm back, and we've got bigger things to worry about."

"I can hear the angels when they talk, and it hurts."

Dean stared at him. As if the powers weren't enough, or the damn vessel thing, he was starting to wonder if he'd ever really known his little brother. The thought was – well, he didn't really know what it was, except that maybe his life had been one long joke of wasted sacrifice and the amulet was actually a leash around his neck.

"They think you'll say 'yes' to Michael."

Dean was silent.

"I don't think you will."

"Yeah? Why not? You having visions again?"

"Because there's no such thing as the right words to say."

 

DW link.

X-posted to supernaturalfic  and sn_fic .  Sorry.  >.>

Comments

[jukeboxhound.livejournal.com]

I often wish Show would go into that flipside more often; the kid managed a full ride to Stanford on a transcript probably two inches thick, got a crazy high score on the LSATs, can do the New York Times crossword in pen - I FIND NERDY HOT, OKAY, DON'T JUDGE ME. Anyway, with all that and how he's able to tie himself up in emotional and rational knots, I can't imagine his brain ever does really stop.

ANYWAY. /thoughts on yaoi

Dude, you can't tease me with that and then not deliver. I WANNA KNOW. *grabby hands*

[hsifeng.livejournal.com]

I FIND NERDY HOT, OKAY, DON'T JUDGE ME.

Me too, so no judgment here. Nerdy is insanely hot - it can also be insanely annoying when its powers are used for evil. I am in no way referring to my husband’s annoying habit of using the mad skillz he picked up in years of coaching debate during our arguments…

I have also seen what those Big Brains can do when turned against their owners. It is often not pretty.

As for the dream. Erm…

Let’s just say Meg decided she wanted to have fun with both Dean (or Sammy? it got confusing) and Jo at the same time. So, think non-con but layered with an overmind that is *way* more into the action than either of the bodies involved are…at least initially?

The key being that she had to have access to both bodies at the same time; hence the need for open mouths.

/insert weird black-smoke ‘umbilical cord’ thoughts here.

So, masturbation with too unwilling bodies acting as the puppets doing the work – because Meg is really doing things to herself that she feels (at the same time they are feeling it), but they are along for the ride.

It is sort of a mind-fuck in way too many levels.

My brain.

IDEK.

*dies of over-share*

This icon makes me feel both dirty and....um...

/shifts in seat

[jukeboxhound.livejournal.com]

(Sadly enough, I've yet encounter anything that I truly found TMI. Bring it on.)

That's...actually an interesting thought. I wouldn't imagine a demon would be able to possess two people at once/share the possession, if only because it brings up the question of how a human soul works. Assuming that in the SPN world Ruby wasn't lying and most demons were indeed once human, well, can two bodies share the same soul? Whatever your answer, I imagine it'd work on the same principle.

...'Course, now I'm thinking about bodyswap fic. And the implied soulmates thing. Pfff.

Jesus Christ your icon, Jared/Sam why you so good at the evil thing as;dlkfjsa;dlkfj

[hsifeng.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't imagine a demon would be able to possess two people at once/share the possession, if only because it brings up the question of how a human soul works.

I have always gotten the impression that a demon mid-transfer is sorta powerless (being non-corporeal and also not fully free of the meat-suit); but the dream lead to some interesting thoughts. Like...if it the folks involved were Dean/Jo (who I admittedly ‘ship the hell out of) or Sam/Dean and demon!Dean sorta snuck the link up in half way through a seduction, would his victim really have the ability to fight off even a half-hearted take over…

Because of an underlying desire to have the physical contact already is present.

I tend to think of souls as energy. Some are older than others. Some are meaner than others. Some are just more powerful than others. But ultimately, they are also sorta linked up in the overall grid and perhaps draw power from the same source (insert your favorite deity or physics equation here).

I certainly don’t think a soul* could be divided between multiple vessels, hence the need for some sort of umbilical connection. Which would mean that this sort of co-possession would be ultimately useless to a demon. In most situations.

Most. Situations.



*ie: A soul as a named entity, and self-identifies as an ‘individual’. As opposed ‘the spirit’ which is both a universal (everywhere) and general (non-specific) form of energy.


EDITED because I type for shit. *eye roll*

[jukeboxhound.livejournal.com]

Ha, and hmm. Unfortunately my only able-to-be-verbalized response is eh, who knows, but I dare you to write fic for it. >:3

[hsifeng.livejournal.com]

You can dare me, but realize that my talents lie more toward editing than original content production. ;)