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31 December 2005 @ 11:32 pm
Supernatural FanFiction: Back Road Adventure, Chapter 1  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam, Dean (Gen)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Tiny “Asylum” spoiler
Summary: Sam and Dean versus an unknown grave-robber. (Includes bickering, bad food, and the obligatory Latin).

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x-x-x-x-x Chapter 1: Settling In x-x-x-x-x

The door to Room 7 is chipped and scarred, and it creaks impressively as Dean pushes it open. Sam takes in the dark walls and hideous curtains, both par for the course. The room’s carpet looks as if it might be moving up the evolutionary ladder right in front of their eyes.

“Only one bed,” Sam says.

“It was the last room.” Dean dumps his bag against the wall. “So, do we remember the rules when there’s only one bed?” he asks.

Sam ticks them off. “No kicking, no humping, and watches stay on the nightstand. Dean, I’m the one that got the watch stuck in my hair.”

“And that’s why we have the rule.”

“What about snuggling?” teases Sam.

Dean gives a joking thumbs up. “But if you clock me during one of your nightmares, I might have to reconsider.”

“Dean! It’s not like I have them on purpose!” Sam protests.

“I know, but still—I get beaten up enough at work.”

Sam’s lips quirk at a bizarre mental image of Dean in a suit with a briefcase full of holy water and weapons. What would the business cards look like? “Dean Winchester, serving all your exorcism needs.” Or maybe, “Dean Winchester, Purveyor of Permanent Supernatural Solutions.”

“You hungry?” Dean asks.

“Yeah.” Sam puts his bag on the chair, the toiletries on the dresser. Nothing is going to touch that floor if he can help it.

“Diner next door?” Dean stuffs the 38 down the back of his pants, and checks his wallet.

“Whatever,” Sam says. His hunger isn’t very specific anymore, and nothing tastes particularly good. Cheap and filling is all he needs right now.

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The diner has chicken-fried steak and a waitress named Holly, but both appear lumpy and a little dry. Dean orders a hamburger and a beer, and Sam picks Salisbury steak, which he remembers as being one of the less awful choices from endlessly repeated school-lunch menus in dozens of towns. Sam has had a lot of experience with Salisbury steak. It almost makes him nostalgic.

“So, who’re we talking to first?” he asks. His iced tea is weak, but the mashed potatoes aren’t bad.

“Ed Stanton,” Dean replies. “He’s the caretaker at the cemetery, claims he got a look at something running away from one of the open graves.” Dean’s finished off one ketchup bottle already, and is stealing one from the next table over.

“Was this during daylight, or at night?” Sam asks.

“Night. Says he only saw it just the one time.”

“Full moon?” asks Sam.

Dean shakes his head. “Fog.”

Sam groans. “Did he, in fact, actually see something? Like, outside of his own head? Was it shadows? A dog?”

Dean holds his hands up. “Dude, don’t stroke out on me. We’ll find out tomorrow.” Sam goes back to staring at his dinner. This Salisbury steak needs a sharp knife, which is just wrong for a hamburger-based meal. He wonders if sawing or stabbing would get the best results.

Neither says anything for awhile, their fatigue beginning to draw a blanket around the table.

Once Dean has finished eating most of what he wants, the usual restless boredom sets in. He drags his fork over his plate in little circles, patterns that only he sees, making them wider and wider and scraping progressively harder until-- screeeee!

“Dean!” Sam says.

Dean’s stomach does a little flip. When did Sammy’s voice get so deep? It has that same tone Dad’s voice always did when somebody was about to be in trouble.

Dean puts the fork down.

“Are we done here?” Sam asks pointedly.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll get the check.” Dean is all nonchalance now, ambling over to the cash register while Sam just shakes his head.

They return to the motel, both ready for an early night. They brush their teeth, and then Sam folds their clothes, lays them on the chair, and sits down on the bed. His shoes come off last, stored right where he can get them if he needs to get up during the night. Dean just shakes his head, but then does the same after taking a closer look at the carpet. He puts his watch on the nightstand, and nudges Sam to do the same. Then the lights are off, and the settling in begins.

They usually start off on separate sides of the bed, but find themselves intertwined by morning. Tonight will likely be no different. Dean rolls onto his stomach, knife under the pillow, and Sam can feel the slow relaxation progressing next to him. It is so complete that it’s as if Dean has let his bones sink into sand like water. Sam can almost count the minutes, generally no longer than five, until Dean’s breathing is slow and shallow and even.

Sam scowls in the dark, because it is never that simple for him. He concentrates instead on thinking of a forest where he is sitting under a tree, smelling the dusty and sun-baked pines that surround him. The wind rushes through the tops of the trees, the pine needles raining down around him, and he listens to the soft, random sounds as they gently strike the ground.

After awhile, other sounds join in. Sam hears birdcalls, the trickling of water, and he gets to his feet, following the sounds to their source. The forest is thicker now, changed, the plants lush and damp with small movements rustling in the bushes. Sam glances around for a minute, and suddenly something is around his neck. He looks down and sees the shiny flattened scales of a large snake, pulling tighter and tighter. “Aaah!” he yells out. He comes up out of the dream, struggling against what turns out to be Dean’s upper arm lying right across his throat. Sam pushes it down and takes deep breaths while he rubs the front of his neck. Dean’s arm must weigh twenty pounds from the muscles alone. It felt at least that heavy.

Dean snores a little, softly, and Sam tries to calm down again.

Take two. This time, he will start out in a cabin. There is a fire going, and he sits in front of the window with a cup of hot cocoa, watching the snow falling outside. The moonlight illuminates the fields and trees, and the flakes tumble silently, steadily down in hypnotic beauty.

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vengeance_angelvengeanceangel on January 1st, 2006 06:19 pm (UTC)
The diner has chicken-fried steak and a waitress named Holly, but both appear lumpy and a little dry.

For some reason this made me spit out my drink. It was just so casually put in there, but so damn funny. :-)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 1st, 2006 07:41 pm (UTC)
For some reason this made me spit out my drink.

Drink-spewing! I win!

I had such ridiculous amounts of fun writing this piece, and really-- humor writing is not my strong suit. I'm the angst-maiden.
jellicle on January 11th, 2006 08:03 pm (UTC)
Sam’s lips quirk at a bizarre mental image of Dean in a suit with a briefcase full of holy water and weapons. What would the business cards look like? “Dean Winchester, serving all your exorcism needs.” Or maybe, “Dean Winchester, Purveyor of Permanent Supernatural Solutions.”


That crossed my mind too. And of course, the image of Dean on Phantom Traveler came to help the imaginary.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 11th, 2006 08:06 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked!

It's so absurd to think of how it could be if they decided to make a legitimate business out of it. That theme kind of comes back again in a later chapter. I'd go with the second business card wording. It sounds so professional. :-D
Unsupervised children will be used as bait.: Jensen icon by _taylerdhvana on January 11th, 2006 09:50 pm (UTC)
I so fell in love with this line: Neither says anything for awhile, their fatigue beginning to draw a blanket around the table.
, that I almost missed this one: Once Dean has finished eating most of what he wants, the usual restless boredom sets in. He drags his fork over his plate in little circles, patterns that only he sees, making them wider and wider and scraping progressively harder until-- screeeee! The imagery from the first line was just lovely and the second one made me laugh--you could not have found a more perfect way to describe a Dean moment. :D Off to read the rest!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 11th, 2006 11:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

That part of Dean that's 5 years old comes up at the strangest times, and yet it cracks me up. I think I said in response to another comment in a later chapter, that at times he is just so STUNNINGLY un-self-aware. Which makes it even funnier.

Hence his "Dad's" voice catching him by surprise :-D
The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on January 18th, 2006 08:12 pm (UTC)
Grin, is ti mean for me to say that it feels like one can see how it started out as a shipper fic?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 18th, 2006 08:56 pm (UTC)
Possibly :-)

Actually, this isn't where the fic began. (The random muse generator was in funky mode for this one). It started with the game Sam plays when Dean's asleep (Chapter 4), which was inspired by a tiny little moment in "The Atonement." Then the opening here. And then the fork-on-the-plate moment in the diner. It kind of jumps around (even MORE so with a longer fic like this than for something that is about 300-500 words).

You know how it goes. Sometimes the middle is the beginning. Sometimes it IS the beginning that starts the writing off. And sometimes it's the end. Not very predictable :-(

If you've never made that noise with the fork on a ceramic plate, you should try it sometime. It's really irritating :-)
angel_morte on February 7th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
You'll be glad to know that I did not brust out in tears, but almost feel on my ass laughing! Only you could have that affect on me! Hey, I just wanted to ask have you got a chance to read any of my fics on Prison Break Fic I really haven't gotten that many reviews on my stories. Which is a downer! (I promise I will not start the water works again!) I love this fic too! It tears in your eyes, fall out of your chair and roll around on the floor until your side aches funny! Just thought you should know that.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 7th, 2006 12:47 am (UTC)
but almost feel on my ass laughing!

Ooh, totally the appropriate response to this fic. I got drink-spewage from vengeanceangel above, which for humorFic is... VICTORY! Hee.

I just wanted to ask have you got a chance to read any of my fics on Prison Break Fic I really haven't gotten that many reviews on my stories. Which is a downer!

Boy, I can empathize with that feeling :-(

I'll go take a look. BUT, just letting you know, I'm not a Michael/Sara person and if they fall into that category I will probably disappoint you :-( But if they're Gen, I'm always up for that. I love the Genfic in the PrisonBreak fandom. So many interesting (sometimes twisted) characters.
tyrical: SPN_Taillypo_SD_togethertyrical on February 10th, 2006 03:49 pm (UTC)
The imagery in this is so great. The descriptions of the rooms, people, situations, and lastly the dreams.

So vivid. Then like the shock of cold water to the system the reality. The humor is evident in all of those moments. Kind of easing the transition for dream to reality.

Very beautiful work. There is a delicate balance that is achieved here so that the humor and fantasy don't overwhelm the story.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 10th, 2006 05:04 pm (UTC)
The imagery in this is so great. The descriptions of the rooms, people, situations, and lastly the dreams.

Thank you! The dreams are kind of a form of self-hypnosis, although you can see that the first one turned once Sam was actually asleep.

There is a delicate balance that is achieved here so that the humor and fantasy don't overwhelm the story.

It takes some doing to make it fun but not entirely goofy and breathless, and to include substance and plot as well. (Plot is my nemesis. Scenes-- yay! Plot-- help.).

Thank you for the wonderful comments. This is why we miss you when you're caught up in RL!