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26 February 2006 @ 12:56 pm
Supernatural FanFiction: Whispers From The Edge Of Sleep  
Title: Whispers From The Edge Of Sleep
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: Sam and Dean (Gen, one tiny implied dream-Slash)
Rating: PG
Summary: Night after night, in so many different dreamings, Sam finds that the brotherly bond holds over time and form and danger.
Author’s Notes: Written during Season One, this story was inspired by the “Stories I Never Wrote You” game. The original title "Dream a Little Dream..." was provided as a prompt by sxeraven, with the resulting story here. Although this final result bears very little resemblance to that off-the-cuff offering, it was born from the beginnings of that idea. Thanks, Raven. :)

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The Enemy Invincible

It is night in a darkened forest, the smell of sulfur in the air. Sam and Dean are hiding, waiting for the appearance of whatever is stealing babies from their cradles. They suspect it is a demon, so they are here with the usual weapons and a few backup variants.

Footfalls sound on the ground as a hideous being appears, adrift in black robes. Its head is marked by large, curved horns. Its mouth is formed of fire. Sam has a sick feeling in his stomach, an idea that this is not a demon at all but something far more sinister. He is afraid to name this Something that forms the shape of legends.

“Samuel,” the deep voice intones, and the knife is slippery now in Sam’s icy hands.

Dean moves in tight next to him, switching to the crossbow as he raises it with deadly aim. The weapon jerks out of Dean’s hands and reverses direction, the arrow embedding itself in Dean’s chest.

“No!” Sam yells, as deafening laughter surrounds him. Dean drops into his arms, a look of shock on his face, and Sam falls to the ground under the weight of his brother and his own broken spirit.

He gasps, coming awake in the car with sudden, crushing relief. Dean’s worried face is so welcome that Sam can barely breathe as his brother pats his leg in sympathy.

He grabs Dean’s hand, nearly yanking him across the car as he grips it tightly against him. It is warm, living and real and Thank God… Thank God.


Dancing

Sam dreams himself on a plate, a happy Jello sun next to a friendly yellow star. They are bouncing a little as the plate moves, tumbling gently through the air. Sam likes being orange, likes the feeling of rubbery strength that stretches his arm toward the star and snaps it back again. Stretch. Snap. Stretch. Snap.

They dance together in wiggly unison, with such joyous and unpredictable motion. Sam is giddy with this feeling of loose, trembling movement, this jiggling dance he cannot control. Then he feels a sudden pain in his side, and sees the silver flash of tines.

“Ow!” He wakes to Dean’s fingers poking him in the ribs.

“You’re laughing in your sleep, dude,” Dean mumbles.

“Sorry,” Sam says. He lies there in the dark, his head groggy and filled with strange thoughts. His body is tense now, and those wonderful floppy sensations are gone.

He thinks about that antihistamine he took before bed. It was either really, really bad or very, very good.


Whose Heart Is Speaking?

Sam is watching himself drive the Chevy, and discovers that he is in the passenger seat and that he is Dean.

He is weary and empty inside, and it is more than the hunting and the search for their father. It is the fatigue of lasting through too many years of loneliness only to have this brother-turned-stranger here in the car beside him.

The Sam is looking at him, with sorrowful eyes. The car pulls off the road and stops, and then suddenly The Sam is leaning toward him and kissing him softly, oh so softly.

He is filled with a sudden peace that crowds the sadness into distant corners, and his heart is lifting in his chest. He doesn’t know what this means—didn’t even know he wanted it—but he thinks things will finally be all right.

Sam wakes to the sound of Dean breathing across the room, and a sense of utter confusion.

He lies motionless in the moonlight, making shapes out of the water stains on the ceiling as he wonders exactly what that dream meant. Does he want to kiss Dean? Does Dean want to kiss him?

Is it only that he needs to love himself more?

He wishes he could figure out whose thoughts were in Dean’s head while he was in Dean’s body, and who it was inside that other Sam.

His brother sleeps on as Sam turns the questions over in his mind.

Does Dean still miss him even though he’s back?


Moon Child

The house is too quiet now, and the walls are closing in. There should be more toys out, more signs of a childhood here. Even on the better days, Sam knows something is deeply wrong.

He and his son are all that is left of the family now, after his wife left them a year ago last June.

Daniel had always been a happy child, a small scurrying bundle of blond hair and big green eyes, with so many, many plans. But that once-bubbly child is so serious now, and Sam rarely sees him laugh. He misses the joy that used to fill this little boy, this child born of the Sun. Daniel has been replaced with a Moon-child, with a temperament his father doesn’t understand.

“Don’t you want to play outside?” Sam asks, and gets a solemn headshake in return.

But later after dinner, they will walk in the moonlight together. That little hand will be inside his own, so fragile and trusting, as they glide from path to path through the blue trees and black shadows.

Sam will wonder if this is their future, always living in the dark.

Why can’t he save his son from this melancholy that has taken his soul?


Release

Sam is bound to a tree in the middle of a clearing. His body is one huge pulse of pain, arrows through his torso and every limb. He is Sebastian, martyred and broken, and he longs for the release of death.

A bright light blinds him as something steps out from the rays of the sun.

It is an angel, golden and beautiful, with a face fashioned from perfection and the body of a warrior.

It is surely unreal, this creature of light—a vision born of his agony.

Its fingers brush across his tortured flesh, leaving comfort in their wake. It strokes his face, such love in those understanding eyes, and it gathers him up in those strong arms as the ropes that bind him fade. Sam feels his flesh lifting heedlessly out of the arrows and his pain falling down toward the earth.

“I am tired,” he whispers, as they rise toward the heavens.

“I am here,” the angel answers.

It is enough.

In a motel in West Virginia, Dean feels Sam’s head burrow close into his shoulder. Then nothing is left but deep, dreaming breaths as the night continues on.


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i want to cause a ruckusgeminigrl11 on February 26th, 2006 09:15 pm (UTC)
How about brilliant AND demented?

Does Dean still miss him even though he’s back? *chin quiver*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 26th, 2006 09:23 pm (UTC)
Given the Jello dream, it's hard to escape "demented" as a possibility :) But I have definitely had dreams just about that weird myself!

Does Dean still miss him even though he’s back?

I absolutely think he does... poor Dean. :(
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: big smile ljthelana on February 26th, 2006 10:09 pm (UTC)
I LOVE the dancing one. It's just so happy and bubbly and it conveys the mood so perfectly. And I love the hypothetical not quite Wincest dream. Great idea and and oww, about the comment about loving yourself.

Seriously, great all around :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 26th, 2006 10:37 pm (UTC)
I LOVE the dancing one. It's just so happy and bubbly and it conveys the mood so perfectly.
Isn't that bizarre? It's such a weird dream, but it's so free and happy and so bouncy and different from every aspect of their lives. It's the only light one in this grouping.

Great idea and and oww, about the comment about loving yourself.
That's where dreams really make you think. Even if he were in his own body, he'd still wonder whether the meaning was the surface or if the surface was a metaphor. But when he's switched bodies... what's the meaning then? Dean's feelings? Self-reassurance that Sam needs? Random stuff floating around in the brain that popped up? It's very hard sometimes to know what a dream means.

Very glad you liked this one. I'm really please with it, and boy-- it IS different.
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on February 26th, 2006 10:10 pm (UTC)
The jello dream? Cracked my shit up! So fun!

Who's Heart Is Speaking Damn, wow!

Moon Child I adore this one! It's so unlike anything else. Beautiful and sad!

They are all wonderful! So much love!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 26th, 2006 10:52 pm (UTC)
The jello dream? Cracked my shit up! So fun!
Thank you :D I've had the occasional really out-there dream, and this one was a flash of inspiration that I just couldn't resist.

Who's Heart Is Speaking Damn, wow!
I want Sam to feel Dean's pain, instead of continuing to trample on his always unspoken pain.

Moon Child I adore this one! It's so unlike anything else. Beautiful and sad!
This is the one that reveals to Sam that his was not the innocence that was lost. He was a baby, with very little experience of anything. But Dean was four-- old enough to know happiness, and to remember what it was like to have it all.

So glad you liked these! Something concrete came out of that title challenge, definitely. :)

Raven: Supernatural - Dreamsxeraven on February 27th, 2006 01:19 am (UTC)
*sobs* So sad... Does Dean miss Sam even though he's back... and the dreams and the waking moments... so perfect.

♥s you. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 27th, 2006 01:36 am (UTC)
So sad... Does Dean miss Sam even though he's back
That's the part that kills me, week after week. You know he does...

So glad you like this. It doesn't resemble that first ficlet much, but it all stemmed from your title :D

I think it was definitely worthwhile. ♥s you back :)
Queen of the Pissed Off Fairiesauralily on February 27th, 2006 05:09 am (UTC)
They're all so beautiful and touching, I'm definitely leaning toward brilliant with just a touch of demented to keep things interesting. Normal is boring and, really, a little dementia never hurt anyone.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 27th, 2006 05:41 am (UTC)
They're all so beautiful and touching,

Thank you so much. That's what I was aiming for. Beauty and feeling, even when the feeling hurts.

Normal is boring and, really, a little dementia never hurt anyone.
I like this viewpoint very much. :) Dementia didn't help Van Gogh's life, but it probably helped his art.
BEWARE OF JENMAR.: SN - Save Me - Dean/Samclex_monkie89 on February 27th, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
Oooh. Shiny. I think my two favorite parts are the jello dream and Sam overanalyzing in Whose Heart Is Speaking?

Moon Child was sad and... sad.

Release was oddly comforting. I think it's the ending image of Sammy curled up on his big brother and Dean just guarding him close.


The Enemy Invincible was... creepy. In that nicely chilling way that Skin was. And the part where Sam wakes up in the car and grips Dean's arm is just vivid. I can see it like I can see the confusion on Dean's face.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 27th, 2006 05:56 am (UTC)
I think my two favorite parts are the jello dream and Sam overanalyzing in Whose Heart Is Speaking?
The Jello dream is so strange, and yet very much like a real dream. Better than some-- I dreamed I was a frog once, and other than the hopping part... not as interesting as you might think.

The overanalyzing is mandatory not mainly because of the kiss, but because of the body-switching. It forces him to feel some of Dean's pain, and now he's stuck wondering if it's a throwaway dream, excess unchanneled lust, too much self-hatred, or... something important involving Dean's sadness that he knows Dean would never tell him.

Moon Child was... so necessary. Making him Dean's father, trying to heal him after everything is lost, was so Freudian and something Sam needed to feel, at least in my book.

Release should be comforting, even though there's so much weariness and resignation. It's over and it ended badly, but they are together and that's what truly matters.

Glad you liked the creepiness of the first one-- no-one else has mentioned it. If there were ever a nightmare I can see Sam having, it would be meeting the one dark force they will never beat.

Well, now that I've gone on and on... :D
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tabaquitabaqui on February 27th, 2006 05:59 am (UTC)
Oh, pretty.
And melencholy.

The jello! Heh. Being orange, being Dean, being a father and a martyred saint.

Lovely, lovely stuff.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 27th, 2006 06:28 am (UTC)
Oh, pretty. And melencholy.
They are-- only the Jello one was happy.

The jello! Heh. Being orange, being Dean, being a father and a martyred saint.
And they are paired in all of them, in slightly different ways. I'm sure being a yellow Jello star would have been fun for Dean, too-- although he'd never admit it later.

Thank you for your lovely words, tabaqui :)
(no subject) - tabaqui on February 27th, 2006 06:33 am (UTC) (Expand)
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cocombat on February 27th, 2006 09:44 am (UTC)
Ok, I haven't even finished the fic yet, but - Dancing.

He's an orange Jello on a plate?
That's just so awesome. Especially the 'flash of tines'. Like, aaah!
Being an orange jello, and about to be eaten would be such a funny nightmare in retrospect I wouldn't actually mind having it.

I dreamed I was a blue iBook laptop one time, floating in the ocean.



I just. The other dreams too. Dreaming that I'm other people, in other places, with other stories. Changing characters in my dreams either.

Ok, part of my squee is the coolness of the dreams, not just the coolness of the Supernatural relatedness, but tied together, they make a great package.
Yay!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 27th, 2006 04:02 pm (UTC)
He's an orange Jello on a plate?
That's just so awesome. Especially the 'flash of tines'. Like, aaah!

Hah! It was a great dream until Dean started jabbing him for laughing-- and dreams are so often like that! It's all good until the telephone rings or the crow squawks-- and you wake up to the alarm clock going off.

I just. The other dreams too. Dreaming that I'm other people, in other places, with other stories. Changing characters in my dreams either.
Ok, part of my squee is the coolness of the dreams, not just the coolness of the Supernatural relatedness, but tied together, they make a great package.

Yes-- that was part of what drove the fic. That real dreams are so often jumbled like that-- in most of my dreams I am not myself, and I may be doing things that are totally unrelated to anything that's part of my life.

The extra push here was to give the dreams meaning-- the uniform theme of being with Dean in so many different forms, some happy, some sad, sometimes in a way that Sam needs to learn from. It's all about that lasting bond, and the good and bad that comes with it.

On the happy note, Dean, of course, was the friendly yellow star in the Jello dream :D

So very glad you liked this-- in all the senses I intended the reader to!
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internet: wtfimpertinence on February 27th, 2006 12:44 pm (UTC)
I'm going to have to go with both brilliant and demented. But, Jell-o. Hee. ;)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 27th, 2006 04:04 pm (UTC)
I'm going to have to go with both brilliant and demented. But, Jell-o. Hee. ;)

Sometimes it's good to be both. Definitely more like real dreams, too-- a lot of overlapping weirdness that doesn't always make sense (the Jello dream), or has a deeper meaning in parallel.

Thanks, Selene :)
(no subject) - impertinence on February 28th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC) (Expand)
Skywalker-Winchester: mumbly_mumpyanakin415 on February 27th, 2006 08:12 pm (UTC)
oh wow wow wow.very creative especially the jello one. Loved these they were well written and deeply thought. My favorite has to be the sam in dean and who was in sam lol good one indeed.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 27th, 2006 08:51 pm (UTC)
very creative especially the jello one.
These are things that, as a writer, you think are either very good or really bad. It's oddly realistic, though, in the sense of what dreams are like. :0

My favorite has to be the sam in dean and who was in sam
And wondering if there was an underlying message, and what it was.

So glad you enjoyed this. It's not your everyday story, is it? :D
(no subject) - anakin415 on February 27th, 2006 09:07 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Ice-T: an actor, also a refreshing beveragefiddleyoumust on February 28th, 2006 03:25 am (UTC)
Okay... so I absolutely adore the jello dream. It's wonderfully descriptive and I want to be that dream for Halloween. :D

Sam likes being orange, likes the feeling of rubbery strength that stretches his arm toward the star and snaps it back again.

This is my favorite line. Just in case you wanted to know.

He wishes he could figure out whose thoughts were in Dean’s head while he was in Dean’s body, and who it was inside that other Sam.

This line is perfect. It's so true to what one thinks about when they wake from one of those types of dreams. Guh! I want to live in your head.

In a motel in West Virginia, Dean feels Sam’s head burrow close into his shoulder. Then nothing is left but deep, dreaming breaths as the night continues on.

Awww.. the love. The love. The brother's are so cute. I adore this whole thing.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 28th, 2006 04:00 am (UTC)
I think I want to have the jello dream myself. It's just... fun.

Sam likes being orange, likes the feeling of rubbery strength that stretches his arm toward the star and snaps it back again.
This is my favorite line. Just in case you wanted to know.

Yes, I do :) If I were Jello in a dream, I would totally experiment with having those strong yet rubbery limbs and doing exactly that :)

This line is perfect. It's so true to what one thinks about when they wake from one of those types of dreams. Guh! I want to live in your head.
Heh! All of these dreams/ideas came from there. But then, so did the Godzilla story :0

Awww.. the love. The love. The brother's are so cute. I adore this whole thing.
Thank you so much. :D This might be my best SN fic yet, although it's hard for me to tell as the writer.

Jesse Fox: Dare to Walk into the Lightjenshih_blue on February 28th, 2006 04:08 am (UTC)
This was perfect and beautifully surreal...*hugs*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 28th, 2006 05:29 am (UTC)
This was perfect and beautifully surreal...*hugs*
Thank you! ♥

Just a dreams are and should be :)
la_folle_allure on March 2nd, 2006 03:42 pm (UTC)
HSV... my love for you increases with every gorgeous story you pop out *wraps fic around herself and falls soundly asleep in a very VERY happy place*

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 2nd, 2006 05:54 pm (UTC)
my love for you increases with every gorgeous story you pop out
Thank you :) I thought you'd like this one in particular, both for the surreal aspects and for the love in it.

*wraps fic around herself and falls soundly asleep in a very VERY happy place*
Where Sam and Dean are together and surviving, and somehow it's all okay in the end :)
(no subject) - la_folle_allure on March 5th, 2006 12:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
mooyoo: Dean/Sam sittingmooyoo on March 3rd, 2006 03:12 am (UTC)
Very nice. Love Dancing and Who's Heart Is Speaking? a lot, especially the confusion of Sam kissing Sam-in-Dean's-body, and what exactly that might mean. And Dancing made me laugh :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 3rd, 2006 05:33 am (UTC)
especially the confusion of Sam kissing Sam-in-Dean's-body, and what exactly that might mean.
It's hard to imagine anything much more confusing than that, with the combination of both of those things. Especially with Dean's sadness, which hints that the dream must mean something.

And Dancing made me laugh :)
Sam too-- that's how he got busted out of such a good dream :0

Glad you liked these. Different, aren't they? I still think the Jello Dream is more bizarre than Godzilla attacking Fox River, but then-- that last one wasn't my idea. Jewels667 is responsible for that one.
dawnstarrising: Lincolndawnstarrising on March 8th, 2006 12:24 am (UTC)
*sigh*
What can I say honey. You do Supernatural as well as PB! I loved Moonchild, that was so sad.

He misses the joy that used to fill this little boy, this child born of the Sun. He has been replaced with a Moon-child, with a temperament his father doesn’t understand.

Much love for these. *hug*

D xx
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Gen: icon by Tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 12:37 am (UTC)
Re: *sigh*
What can I say honey. You do Supernatural as well as PB! I loved Moonchild, that was so sad.
Thank you. :)

Actually, I think this is one of my best pieces in either fandom, but it's hard to tell when you're the author.

MoonChild really speaks to me. I like the rest of them, but this one sticks with me the most for some reason. It haunts me. There's such surreal/subliminal truth in it.

Glad you enjoyed this, and thank you for letting me know. :D