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Title: Untitled / Vigil (as titled on AO3)
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Relationship: Sam, Sam & Dean
Notes/Warnings: X-posted from my tumblr.
Fic #: 003/101
Prompt/Summary: Written from a tumblr anonymous prompt: "Your choice of SPN character has been hit with a curse of Endless Chatter. Write one run-on sentence of dialogue for them (until your own stream-of-consciousness runs out!)."
I never did tell you how I met Jess, did I, it was in my first IHUM class, Introduction to Humanities, and it’s not actually that weird of a name, because everything got shortened like that, MemAud, FloMo, CoHo—anyway, it was my freshman year, first quarter, and we’d just watched Blade Runner, and yeah, we did get to watch movies for our coursework, it wasn’t just books, or research papers, or—and the class was about death and mortality and meaning, and that’s exactly what the movie is about, right—and this was when everyone still seemed like they knew more than me, I guess, all those kids who’d had SAT tutors and parents who worked at Google and stories about clubbing in Rome, and they just, they just knew how to talk, they all sounded so smart and I was sitting there with in my old holey Silverpark sweatshirt and I’d gotten a B- on my first paper and had absolutely no idea what I was going to write for my second one—and then Jess spoke up and said she hated Roy Batty’s monologue, which got everyone really heated because, well, you know—but she stood her ground, said his death was beautiful but that wasn’t what death was like, not really, and I kept thinking about the werewolf, the one you and Dad hadn’t wanted me to see, the way it kept trying to crawl even after, until Dad finally—and nobody else was agreeing with her, and I could tell they all thought she was stupid, that she didn’t know what she was talking about, so I said I thought she was right, and I don’t remember the rest of the conversation but I do remember her grateful look, and when we talked afterward she said her dog had died suddenly over Thanksgiving break, she’d had him since she was four, and she’d been the only one there when it happened and she’d held him and tried to make him feel better but he’d looked so, so frightened, and maybe she was being stupid because he was just a dog, and I said no, it wasn’t stupid, because I was thinking about its eyes, yellow and monstrous and scared, and then we got lunch and when I finally made her laugh it made me feel normal for the first time in a long time, and sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t tried to help, if I'd—because I can’t forget, what she looked like—her eyes—and I saw your eyes too, right before—so I swear to God I’m gonna—screw whatever the doctors say—screw whatever Dad’s not doing—I’m gonna save you, Dean, just like last time—and everything’s gonna be okay.
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Relationship: Sam, Sam & Dean
Notes/Warnings: X-posted from my tumblr.
Fic #: 003/101
Prompt/Summary: Written from a tumblr anonymous prompt: "Your choice of SPN character has been hit with a curse of Endless Chatter. Write one run-on sentence of dialogue for them (until your own stream-of-consciousness runs out!)."
I never did tell you how I met Jess, did I, it was in my first IHUM class, Introduction to Humanities, and it’s not actually that weird of a name, because everything got shortened like that, MemAud, FloMo, CoHo—anyway, it was my freshman year, first quarter, and we’d just watched Blade Runner, and yeah, we did get to watch movies for our coursework, it wasn’t just books, or research papers, or—and the class was about death and mortality and meaning, and that’s exactly what the movie is about, right—and this was when everyone still seemed like they knew more than me, I guess, all those kids who’d had SAT tutors and parents who worked at Google and stories about clubbing in Rome, and they just, they just knew how to talk, they all sounded so smart and I was sitting there with in my old holey Silverpark sweatshirt and I’d gotten a B- on my first paper and had absolutely no idea what I was going to write for my second one—and then Jess spoke up and said she hated Roy Batty’s monologue, which got everyone really heated because, well, you know—but she stood her ground, said his death was beautiful but that wasn’t what death was like, not really, and I kept thinking about the werewolf, the one you and Dad hadn’t wanted me to see, the way it kept trying to crawl even after, until Dad finally—and nobody else was agreeing with her, and I could tell they all thought she was stupid, that she didn’t know what she was talking about, so I said I thought she was right, and I don’t remember the rest of the conversation but I do remember her grateful look, and when we talked afterward she said her dog had died suddenly over Thanksgiving break, she’d had him since she was four, and she’d been the only one there when it happened and she’d held him and tried to make him feel better but he’d looked so, so frightened, and maybe she was being stupid because he was just a dog, and I said no, it wasn’t stupid, because I was thinking about its eyes, yellow and monstrous and scared, and then we got lunch and when I finally made her laugh it made me feel normal for the first time in a long time, and sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t tried to help, if I'd—because I can’t forget, what she looked like—her eyes—and I saw your eyes too, right before—so I swear to God I’m gonna—screw whatever the doctors say—screw whatever Dad’s not doing—I’m gonna save you, Dean, just like last time—and everything’s gonna be okay.
