SpN ficlet: Not 2/3
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roxyTitle: Not
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Michael, Adam(more or less)
Rating:PG
Word Count: 823
Spoilers: refs S6
So, I thought about it some more and had fun thinking about it, so here we go. Pretty much untouched as it came out of my head. :) Also GEN! What the hell...?
Michael wakes him after some amount of time…"Walk with me."
And they do walk, across a landscape with an endless horizon, while Michael drones on and on and on about infinite love and infinite forgiveness until Sam feels like his ears are bleeding. Michael claims continuously that it's not torture, that he loves Sam because Sam is a creature of God, no matter what horrible, godless things he did in his misguided attempt to help, all hampered by his unreasonably deep love for his brother.
Michael might not think of it as torture but Sam desperately wishes for the Arch Angel to shut up. He wishes it so hard he could almost puke. The thought distracts him momentarily. Is this thing he's wearing his real body? He feels--his skin peels and chars like overcooked pork, his blood fills his mouth and his lungs like it would topside but he's been here too long and nothing about himself changes:limbs reattach, exploded atoms reassemble, his hair is no longer than it was when he fell and his boots are still pristine—he wants to ask Dean a million times 'was it like this for you, did you wear what you got eaten in for forty years or did you wear yourself at all'--
He wonders if they're really walking or if the landscape is scrolling by. Michael isn't demanding his attention so he drifts, and slowly becomes aware of a low note vibrating in his ear, distracting him further from Michael's lecture. The note climbs, levels off and stays steady. It's as if one word's repeated endlessly until it distorts into meaningless sound. They walk and Sam smells cinnamon. He smells iron and gunpowder. Something huge and spiked roars past overhead, revolving as it goes and showering everything in colors. The sound in Sam's ear warbles like it's being buffeted in the wake of the massive shape. He flinches and Michael reaches out before Sam can beg him not too.
"Oops," Michael smiles as Sam turns inside out and explodes into flames. The flames consume him and then consume the ashes and then consume the steam and then. It shouldn't be possible to be aware of time passing but he does feel it--time passes for him in a void so vast that when he wakes up to pain, it's the most wonderful thing he's ever felt and he wants to cry from the joy of it.
He blinks and nothing has changed. That endless loop of time might have lasted a few seconds, or a few eons. The sound he'd been hearing before he stopped existing is still droning on but the level has dropped. There's a wide red and blue smear in the sky above the eternal plain. Lightning flashes in it; fog boils out of it and is sucked back in…
"What is that?" he asks Michael and Michael gives the smear a thoughtful look and Sam smells cinnamon and vinegar—
"Adam."
"What? No, what it that—" He points at the smear. And then asks quickly, trying not to let it sound like an afterthought, "Where is Adam, where have you been keeping him?" He asks it with a deep sense of shame. He hadn't even thought to ask about his half-brother until this very second. Thoughts of Dean chase and torment him at all times and Adam...never until Michael reminds him.
"That is Adam. At times. At times, he can be the note you hear, or the scent you detect. At times he can be a thin long line wrapping around and around the 'cage', each of his molecules hooked end to end like a chain. It's really very lovely, much more so than this meat box of yours."
Sam hates when Michael or Lucifer let go of their Masks. The reality of them makes his eyes burn and his brain feel like it's trying to spin in his skull. They are so much bigger than the spiky thing that tore the sky, so much more frightening. Louder, brighter….
Sam's nose wrinkles--the smell of cinnamon has changed and now it smells like inside of a body and the smear moves like a slug over the invisible curve of the cage, leaving long streaks of something a little like ectoplasm. The streaks curl behind it and grow into things that fly away.
"Adam's not really here, not as here as you are. I mean," Michael says thoughtfully, "he's almost all the way here but some of him is…" Michael frowns. "In truth, I'm not sure. It's not something I need to know."
"What? What? That's not--that thing isn't Adam—it's not possible."
Michael looks at him out of John Winchester's eyes, and laughs. "Really?"
Sam blinks against the brightness and opens his eyes to a garden in spring and a man in a white suit is sitting across from him. The man smiles, and says, "I'm bored."
2-26-2011
part 3
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Michael, Adam(more or less)
Rating:PG
Word Count: 823
Spoilers: refs S6
So, I thought about it some more and had fun thinking about it, so here we go. Pretty much untouched as it came out of my head. :) Also GEN! What the hell...?
Michael wakes him after some amount of time…"Walk with me."
And they do walk, across a landscape with an endless horizon, while Michael drones on and on and on about infinite love and infinite forgiveness until Sam feels like his ears are bleeding. Michael claims continuously that it's not torture, that he loves Sam because Sam is a creature of God, no matter what horrible, godless things he did in his misguided attempt to help, all hampered by his unreasonably deep love for his brother.
Michael might not think of it as torture but Sam desperately wishes for the Arch Angel to shut up. He wishes it so hard he could almost puke. The thought distracts him momentarily. Is this thing he's wearing his real body? He feels--his skin peels and chars like overcooked pork, his blood fills his mouth and his lungs like it would topside but he's been here too long and nothing about himself changes:limbs reattach, exploded atoms reassemble, his hair is no longer than it was when he fell and his boots are still pristine—he wants to ask Dean a million times 'was it like this for you, did you wear what you got eaten in for forty years or did you wear yourself at all'--
He wonders if they're really walking or if the landscape is scrolling by. Michael isn't demanding his attention so he drifts, and slowly becomes aware of a low note vibrating in his ear, distracting him further from Michael's lecture. The note climbs, levels off and stays steady. It's as if one word's repeated endlessly until it distorts into meaningless sound. They walk and Sam smells cinnamon. He smells iron and gunpowder. Something huge and spiked roars past overhead, revolving as it goes and showering everything in colors. The sound in Sam's ear warbles like it's being buffeted in the wake of the massive shape. He flinches and Michael reaches out before Sam can beg him not too.
"Oops," Michael smiles as Sam turns inside out and explodes into flames. The flames consume him and then consume the ashes and then consume the steam and then. It shouldn't be possible to be aware of time passing but he does feel it--time passes for him in a void so vast that when he wakes up to pain, it's the most wonderful thing he's ever felt and he wants to cry from the joy of it.
He blinks and nothing has changed. That endless loop of time might have lasted a few seconds, or a few eons. The sound he'd been hearing before he stopped existing is still droning on but the level has dropped. There's a wide red and blue smear in the sky above the eternal plain. Lightning flashes in it; fog boils out of it and is sucked back in…
"What is that?" he asks Michael and Michael gives the smear a thoughtful look and Sam smells cinnamon and vinegar—
"Adam."
"What? No, what it that—" He points at the smear. And then asks quickly, trying not to let it sound like an afterthought, "Where is Adam, where have you been keeping him?" He asks it with a deep sense of shame. He hadn't even thought to ask about his half-brother until this very second. Thoughts of Dean chase and torment him at all times and Adam...never until Michael reminds him.
"That is Adam. At times. At times, he can be the note you hear, or the scent you detect. At times he can be a thin long line wrapping around and around the 'cage', each of his molecules hooked end to end like a chain. It's really very lovely, much more so than this meat box of yours."
Sam hates when Michael or Lucifer let go of their Masks. The reality of them makes his eyes burn and his brain feel like it's trying to spin in his skull. They are so much bigger than the spiky thing that tore the sky, so much more frightening. Louder, brighter….
Sam's nose wrinkles--the smell of cinnamon has changed and now it smells like inside of a body and the smear moves like a slug over the invisible curve of the cage, leaving long streaks of something a little like ectoplasm. The streaks curl behind it and grow into things that fly away.
"Adam's not really here, not as here as you are. I mean," Michael says thoughtfully, "he's almost all the way here but some of him is…" Michael frowns. "In truth, I'm not sure. It's not something I need to know."
"What? What? That's not--that thing isn't Adam—it's not possible."
Michael looks at him out of John Winchester's eyes, and laughs. "Really?"
Sam blinks against the brightness and opens his eyes to a garden in spring and a man in a white suit is sitting across from him. The man smiles, and says, "I'm bored."
2-26-2011
part 3
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2/26/11 01:36 pm (UTC)Also, Michael's problem summed up in two short sentences: "In truth, I'm not sure. It's not something I need to know." He still hasn't learned the lesson his Father was hoping for.
I think the casual feel of all the horrible things happening is what made it really creepy. That, and Michael's smile and 'oops' as he destroyed Sam.
Then, to end with a bored Lucifer. *shudders* You know that isn't going to go well.
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2/26/11 04:24 pm (UTC)And Michael is a fucker, isn't he. And, just...DUDE.
CREEPY.
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2/27/11 03:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
3/1/11 02:15 am (UTC)Thank you love, for reading this!
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3/1/11 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
3/1/11 02:19 am (UTC)Thank you so much! You make me very happy! :)