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07 November 2006 @ 10:54 pm
Supernatural Gen Fiction: Death's Design  
Title: Death’s Design
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam and Dean (Gen)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Death has a design for everyone.
Notes: Slightly future-fic. An early birthday present for fiddleyoumust, who loves angsty things and both slash and Gen. This story comes from the 60_minute_fics prompt for the horror movie quote that matches the summary.

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Even the places that seem harmless sometimes are not. A Hunter, above all else, should not forget vigilance. It is survival in a supernatural world.

A haunted office building in a shiny block of Cincinnati is unexpected. Ghosts are rarely attracted to new places. There is more richness in the history of the past.

Sam and Dean investigate the twelfth-floor conference room after midnight. Hiding in plain sight as janitors, they give thanks for the old-fashioned locks on the doors. Keycard locks do not respond to pick-sets or spells. And the heating vent isn’t guaranteed to give the access they need.

They pull on gloves, moving slowly around the room. Bloodstains on the floor, at fixed places at the head and foot of the table. There is gore up high on the walls. A scorch mark on the table indicates the entranceway or exit for something strong.

“Anything?” Sam asks.

“The meter’s picking up the table, but nothing else so far unless—wait.” Dean tracks the area slowly and follows the sounds under the table, to a pyramid prism on the carpet below.

Sam ducks his head down. “What is that?”

“Some kind of crystal. A channeller?” Dean leans forward, grabs the rock and—

“Dean. Dean!”

Sam’s voice fades out through the static inside Dean’s head. Everything swims red and orange behind Dean’s eyes, the room itself lost in the haze of This.

Dean has moved outside of Now, suspended here on an unreachable plane in a between-worlds existence.

It takes him a moment to realize he’s not alone. It takes much less time for him to become scared.

Growling forms in the air, taking shape into words full of malice and mystery.

“We’ve been expecting you for some time.” The creature steps in front of Dean’s vision, its face a nightmare of red eyes and dead-gray flesh. It has no mouth, and yet it speaks. Dean’s thoughts fill with the slippery-wet moisture of its words.

“It will be lonely for him once you’re gone,” it muses. “But that’s expected-- Death has a design for everyone." Dean feels the cold brush of the creature’s claw along his cheek. Whether fire or ice he does not know, but it reaches into him and burns. More words form underneath his flesh, rise within him as the being continues on. "Your death will drive him inward along the fragile edge of sanity. One day his visions will break him. He’ll become a ghost inside his own head, and the only thing he’ll remember is your name… and that you do not come to save him.”

Sam will go on without me, Dean thinks. He’ll go back to school and finally become what he always wanted.

“Not so,” the being tells him. “His visions will never leave him now. They will haunt him with possibilities, and he will know he might have prevented the things he sees.”

“Sam is strong,” Dean says. “He’ll make it.”

“He will not. Once you are gone, he'll be left with his grief and his torment. He will never know silence or peace again. And one day, he’ll give up and stop trying to find it.” The creature steps in closer, enough that Dean can smell sulfur and rotten blood. “You,” the creature says, “are already a pawn in the plan to take the Seer that threatens our future.”

It crooks its finger slowly at Dean, and Dean’s throat becomes tighter and tighter until he’s gasping for breath. “I believe blood will leave the most significant impression,” it says smoothly. Dean gurgles on the sudden overflow across his lungs. He is drowning in this unearthly final destination, with no way back and no defense. Pain pierces his heart slowly. It might be the transition into death, or the image of Sam’s devastation that comes to him now so vividly.

He cannot move, suspended here in the fiery control of the creature’s will now. His skin burns with the oncoming destruction. A half-formed thought of apology lies paralyzed on the tip of his tongue.

--et Spiritus Sancti, Amen!

Every bone in Dean’s body becomes liquid as he slumps to the floor. “Dean!” Sam’s voice is low and insistent. Dean tries to sit up, but his body hardly stirs.

Sam must have seen the movement anyway, for Dean feels himself being hauled up to rest against Sam’s chest. “Come back, Dean. Come back.” Sam shakes him gently, letting Dean’s head loll against his neck. It is moments before the darkness loosens its hold, before Dean can force his eyes open to the shadowed space under the table here with Sam. Dean’s face is wet-- sticky. Something trickles down his neck.

“Wha—“ Dean starts. Words are harder—his tongue is thick and swollen, and the sense memory for shaping sounds lies on the other side of wherever he was before.

“Shhhh,” Sam says. “It’s all right. You’re going to be fine.”

“You—“

“I’m fine too,” Sam reassures him. “I never touched the pyramid—it had a hold on you as soon as you picked it up.”

Dean doesn’t remember that part. He remembers being in the Impala earlier and the last thing Sam just said… He remembers in barely suppressed panic what nearly happened moments ago. His dying would have destroyed Sam-- Dean would have been a vehicle to break his brother’s mind.

It might still happen—he hasn’t felt this bad since being electrocuted and waking up returned from the dead.

Dean turns to say this, but Sam’s not looking. He’s staring over at the rug, where the smell of something evil rises up from an area newly burned and already turned to black.

“I destroyed the gateway,” Sam murmurs. “That’s what it was—these people called their own deaths up out of Hell.”

Dean shivers, and Sam’s arms tighten around him. Things come up into this world and bring their destruction with them. But neither Dean nor Sam has ever gone to meet them in the darkness from which there is no return.

Dean’s tired, so very tired. He just wants to slip into oblivion, but he has to warn Sam first.

“It… it…,” Dean starts.

“It’s over. I brought you back, and they’re not taking you again,” Sam says fiercely.

If only I could speak. Ideas are trapped in Dean’s head, but they stumble and snarl and they cannot make it out. This is important, but he can’t speak, can't make Sam understand it. Dean bites his own tongue in sheer frustration, revenge for this thing he so desperately needs to say. It whispers in his head as he gives in to the sleep that pulls him down.

It wasn’t me they wanted, Sam.

And what that means is that it’s far from over yet.


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dc_longwing on November 8th, 2006 12:53 pm (UTC)
Jebus, this was good. In a way, it was SO quiet--not much physical action/movement, no guns, etc. But SO much tension. The ... thing was so scary to me precisely because it started threatening Dean's emotional center with barely any physical contact. It was just this factual conversation; the ... thing telling Dean exACTly how bad it would be for Sam. And then, when Sam brings him back, there was still Dean's tension/frustration at not being able to talk/warn Sam.
This was so sinister on one level, and right below it, so filled with their love/devotion.
Now that my breathing has eased, I fling bouquets in your general direction....
Thanks,
DC
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on November 21st, 2006 02:53 am (UTC)
Jebus, this was good. In a way, it was SO quiet--not much physical action/movement, no guns, etc. But SO much tension.
This just thrills me, because I so rarely write anything spooky. The angst is more human than supernatural in most of my stories.

The ... thing was so scary to me precisely because it started threatening Dean's emotional center with barely any physical contact. It was just this factual conversation; the ... thing telling Dean exACTly how bad it would be for Sam.
That seems to be the Demons' skill. The can see what's inside Dean, and they amplify beyond the truth and turn it back on him, and he believes it.

And one of the scariest things about it to me is that it's talking inside Dean's head. :0

This was so sinister on one level, and right below it, so filled with their love/devotion.
Now that my breathing has eased, I fling bouquets in your general direction...

Whee! I love your description of the two parts of the story, and how they work together. Thank you! ♥
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on November 21st, 2006 02:54 am (UTC)
Oh this is creepy - quiet and insinuating and skincrawly. Really good.
Creep totally thrills me as a comment. I really haven't written that tone very often, and it's nice to know that it works! :D
bluesister on November 8th, 2006 03:22 pm (UTC)
Rich and tasty. Thanks.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on November 21st, 2006 02:55 am (UTC)
Rich and tasty.
:) You sound like an angst-monster finishing a meal. :)

So glad you liked it, bluesister!
Ice-T: an actor, also a refreshing beverage: SPN - Dean's so the older brotherfiddleyoumust on November 8th, 2006 07:02 pm (UTC)
Ahhh!!! I love it Karen!

God I do love my angst so, so much. It's only because they're pretty when they're broken.

“It will be lonely for him once you're gone,” it muses.

God that's so simply stated and so absolutely true. There's really no where for Sam to go anymore where Dean shouldn't be with him. Too much has happened to him to go back to the life he was trying to make before.

He'll become a ghost inside his own head, and the only thing he'll remember is your name... and that you do not come to save him.”

I think I it was mooyoo that I was talking to about this last week. How comforting it must be to know that someone is coming for you. Always. Forever. I think this was most obvious to me in The Benders when Sam just knows that Dean's going to find him. I think losing that knowledge really would drive either one of them over the edge of sanity. They're both such a part of each other now that there's no separating one from the other.

“You,” the creature says, “are already a pawn in the plan to take the Seer that threatens our future.”

This would be a nice development in canon. Because Dean may not have powers, but he is important. He's the most important thing in Sam's life and the surest way to hurt Sam is to hurt Dean.

It wasn't me they wanted, Sam.

And what that means is that it's far from over yet.


Perfect ending. They're still together, whole, but for how long? Will they be able to hold of the inevitable? God, all the possibilities running through my head make me so happy, because they're all horribly angsty and full of pain and they're probably the exact thoughts that are running through Dean's mind in that moment. All the things that can go completely and horribly wrong.

Thank you so much for this! I love it. It's perfect. You're too good to me. :D








swanseajillswanseajill on November 8th, 2006 07:12 pm (UTC)
Loved this. Creepy and scary and says it all.
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on November 21st, 2006 02:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 08:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on November 8th, 2006 09:34 pm (UTC)
Eep!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on November 21st, 2006 02:57 am (UTC)
Hope that was good eep!

Dean should know better than to touch stuff at a Supernatural crime-scene. :0
Pheebs1pheebs1 on November 8th, 2006 10:24 pm (UTC)
It whispers in his head as he gives in to the sleep that pulls him down. EEE! Gosh, creepy. You really built the atmosphere well here.


His dying would have destroyed Sam-- Dean would have been a vehicle to break his brother’s mind.
Aw poor Dean, poor fears to build on the many he has.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on November 21st, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)
EEE! Gosh, creepy. You really built the atmosphere well here.
*dies* Thank you! Super-secret victory arms \o/ of joy!

Aw poor Dean, poor fears to build on the many he has.
His two main ones seem to be losing his family or harming his family, and in a sense both of them would be true if that happened. :(
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on November 26th, 2006 11:01 pm (UTC)
Death has her eye trained on Dean and she might not let him go the next time she has her chance and Sam is a second too late to snatch him back from the brink.
It's true-- Dean should already be dead, and there's no telling whether John's deal for Dean's life specified any minimum amount of time for Dean.

So glad you liked this! I don't often write creepy stories. And I'm woefully late catching up with comments, as you can see. :(
plutogirl10 on November 9th, 2006 07:13 am (UTC)
I always find your comments such a rewarding experience, but I can't do them like you do, so here's me doing it my way;

This one really made me feel, which I find strange because it leans more towards introspective and I feel like it should make me think instead. But it made me panicky, in a quiet way (and therefor all the most sinister) like a deep, deep wrongness, you know? Where it's in the very pit of you, and nothing can every be right again, if that makes any sense.

Artfully done, is my point : )
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on December 18th, 2006 03:32 am (UTC)
Gads, how did I not finish replying to these comments? *thwaps self*

This one really made me feel, which I find strange because it leans more towards introspective and I feel like it should make me think instead. But it made me panicky, in a quiet way (and therefor all the most sinister) like a deep, deep wrongness, you know?
Oh, I love these comments. Most of my Supernatural stories, at least, are aimed more at feeling than thinking-- as if they'd get inside your mind and you'd become the story instead of just reading it, if that makes sense. The muse is very different from Prison Break, and I really don't know why.

That "wrongness" is something I get wonderfully more from fanfic than from the series thus far. It's the feeling that there is the possibility of things going _very_ wrong-- perhaps simply at the caprice of random evil-- and that's just so disturbing. Their world is dangerous, but above all we want the Winchesters to survive it. It would break us if they did not...
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on December 18th, 2006 03:33 am (UTC)
Thank you, Rinne! "Creepy" makes me very happy in the context of this particular story. I'm working on this aspect of Supernatural storytelling over time. :)
Becky: SPN Weeewanspotter on November 10th, 2006 04:16 am (UTC)
That was terribly creepy. Exellent job! Dean! Sam! EEEP!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on December 18th, 2006 03:34 am (UTC)
*dances* The number of people who felt this was "creepy" just thrills me beyond measure. (Only in Supernatural would an idea like that make sense, but I'm sure you know what I mean!)

I can't help thinking that the Winchesters, whatever Sam's fate is, have made the whole thing worse by persistently drawing attention to themselves...
     Mandy: Who Will Catch Me by kali_samaa_phoenixdragon on November 10th, 2006 10:57 am (UTC)
Deliciously shivery and wicked m'dear... My blood ran cold and pounded away in my head like a lethal automaton...

*Skin crawls in delight...*

Beautiful....

*Hugs*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on December 18th, 2006 03:35 am (UTC)
Shivery! Oooh! *is thrilled at that word choice*

I'm working on my "spooky" muse, and I hope it's getting better over time.

Thank you! *waves*
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on December 18th, 2006 03:35 am (UTC)
Thank you, Dawnie. Your comments always make me so happy. :)
getting the chocolate in the peanut butterdotfic on November 26th, 2006 12:07 am (UTC)
Ooooh. *shivers* “You,” the creature says, “are already a pawn in the plan to take the Seer that threatens our future.”

I love that you have Sam chanting Latin to save Dean and pull him out of wherever he's gone to. And the chilling implications of what happened in this.

That was a terrific read.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on December 18th, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)
Such a lovely comment, and I can't believe how darn late I am in getting back to it! (mini_wrimo really took its toll).

I so very much love that the creepiness aspect of this story came through-- it's a relatively new area for me.

The prompt from the 60_minute_fics that I took really kind of formed this story almost immediately. In a Winchester setting, this is exactly the kind of "design" that comes to mind for me. Eeee!
faithintheboysfaithintheboys on December 30th, 2006 03:57 am (UTC)
Whoa.

Great job.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 5th, 2007 06:26 am (UTC)
Thank you! I haven't done much with the spookier side of the show, but this prompt I wrote to seemed to have a story of its own, and it was a creepy one at that. :0
Kronette: SPN-Sam and Dean-can't go on like thiskronette on January 23rd, 2007 04:45 am (UTC)
See, we're thinking the same thing for Sam and Dean. Yes, they need Sam, but they can't touch him. But if they got rid of Dean...Dean is the catalyst. He has to be more than sidekick and protector of Sam. I refuse to accept that Kripke would hire an incredible actor such as Jensen and NOT have him be vital to the upcoming "War".
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 29th, 2007 12:40 am (UTC)
But if they got rid of Dean...Dean is the catalyst. He has to be more than sidekick and protector of Sam. I refuse to accept that Kripke would hire an incredible actor such as Jensen and NOT have him be vital to the upcoming "War".
That's always my fear-- that Kripke is stuck in some black-and-white view of things that will be less than the groundwork he has laid. (I hope not).

Some people think that Dean may be what holds Sam back from going over. But to me, that resistance to any form of "darkness" was built into Sam from the beginning. So instead, here it is the threat of Dean destroyed that doesn't push Sam into darkness-- it might just push him out of the battle entirely, keeping him locked in his own mental anguish while the larger war rages on.