Just Add Fire -- 1/1
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Title: Just Add Fire 1/1
Authored by:
vanillafluffy
Pairing: Gen
Rating/Work-safeness: PG
Approximate word count: 200 (Double drabble)
Disclaimer: Spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose and In My Time of Dying. I own only the neurons and electrons I composed it with.
Summary: Bobby's observations after the events of All Hell Breaks Loose.
Just Add Fire
There was enough dry tinder in the old buildings and dead-fall trees to build a fine pyre for Sam's remains. Dean's face was a mask of suffering; I couldn't begin to imagine his inner turmoil. First John, then Sam, their deaths scarcely a year apart.
With our preparations concluded, he stood looking at his brother's face for the last time. Then he unfastened the talisman he wore for most of his life. I've never known where John acquired it, and Dean would never take it off long enough for me to get a good look. Some kind of ancient Persian, near as I could tell.
He placed it gently around Sam's neck, murmuring, "I was supposed to save you, Sammy, and I failed. I don't deserve protection." He leaned forward to kiss Sam's forehead, then consecrated the body with salt and stepped back. I handed him the gas can so he could anoint the bier.
Old, dry wood and gasoline. A spark would've been enough to ignite it. The torch shook in his hand. Small wonder, considering...
That talisman was ancient Persian, we found out. It invoked the healing power of the mystical phoenix. One resurrection; just add fire.
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Author's note: I watched AHBL at work, and I "knew" what was going to happen next before I even left the building to drive home. (Of course, whether I'm right or massively misguided remains to be seen....)
Authored by:
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Pairing: Gen
Rating/Work-safeness: PG
Approximate word count: 200 (Double drabble)
Disclaimer: Spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose and In My Time of Dying. I own only the neurons and electrons I composed it with.
Summary: Bobby's observations after the events of All Hell Breaks Loose.
There was enough dry tinder in the old buildings and dead-fall trees to build a fine pyre for Sam's remains. Dean's face was a mask of suffering; I couldn't begin to imagine his inner turmoil. First John, then Sam, their deaths scarcely a year apart.
With our preparations concluded, he stood looking at his brother's face for the last time. Then he unfastened the talisman he wore for most of his life. I've never known where John acquired it, and Dean would never take it off long enough for me to get a good look. Some kind of ancient Persian, near as I could tell.
He placed it gently around Sam's neck, murmuring, "I was supposed to save you, Sammy, and I failed. I don't deserve protection." He leaned forward to kiss Sam's forehead, then consecrated the body with salt and stepped back. I handed him the gas can so he could anoint the bier.
Old, dry wood and gasoline. A spark would've been enough to ignite it. The torch shook in his hand. Small wonder, considering...
That talisman was ancient Persian, we found out. It invoked the healing power of the mystical phoenix. One resurrection; just add fire.
Author's note: I watched AHBL at work, and I "knew" what was going to happen next before I even left the building to drive home. (Of course, whether I'm right or massively misguided remains to be seen....)
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-11 04:59 am (UTC)They can NOT leave things that way. Kripke mentioned in an interview months ago that Dean's amulet was going to be significant, and somehow that fact regurgitated itself as I was staring at the closing credits in disbelief. Hence, this.
And yeah, I *heart* Bobby.
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:33 am (UTC)Dean is pissed. And there's nothing deadlier than a man with nothing left to lose. *whimpers*
Cudos for fastest fic in the west, LOL! It's only 30 minutes since the episode ended, here. *G*
~ Erin
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Date: 2007-05-11 06:06 am (UTC)Absofuckinglutely.
I'm on Eastern Standard Time. SPN ended at 10 PM, I drove home from work (45 minutes), sat my ass down and said several unprintable things about Kripke as my computer booted up. And then I wrote this.
Thanks for the kind words. Let's hope I'm right! (Or at least close.)
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-12 04:42 am (UTC)Thanks for the kind words!
Monkey socks---hee!
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Date: 2007-05-11 06:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-12 04:46 am (UTC)*hugs* They'll fix it. If they know what's good for their ratings....
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Date: 2007-05-12 02:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-05-11 10:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-12 04:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-11 11:09 pm (UTC)You pwn.
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Date: 2007-05-12 04:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-05-12 05:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-12 01:37 pm (UTC)*lols at your 'tag' name*
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Date: 2007-05-12 02:45 pm (UTC)Yup. Paradise Lost, Book IV, Line 918. From a speech by the Archangel Gabriel to Satan. The truth will out: I am a closet Milton slut.
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Date: 2007-05-13 02:09 pm (UTC)Oh, I agree. It'd be like killing off HOUSE, yet trying to continue the show. This show works because of Sam and Dean, together...it CAN'T become the Dean show.
The only real question is HOW will Sam be saved?
(And considering how I'm carrying a torch for John, I think my Mutant Powers of Denial are equal to the task.
*lol* Tell me about it!
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:30 am (UTC)And it certainly explains in many ways how Dean has survived all this time!
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:12 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!