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caramelsilver's Three-Sentence Ficathon. Not that any of this is likely to be Jossed or Kripked tonight, but, y'know.
Title: Fade to Black
Rating: PG-13
Summary: These are the ways they say goodbye.
Word Count: 136
Wash the blood and dirt off the body, stitch closed the fatal wounds, dress him in clothes he lived and didn't die in; salt for protection, fire for purification, gasoline so it burns fast and cotton sheets because that's something no one should have to see.
Fire and blood and nothing left; clink a glass of whiskey in her honor and watch her picture burn.
Metallica isn't quite the right genre for John, far too new for Mary, wouldn't suit Adam at all, Jess's taste was eclectic but for this she'd choose Catholic hymns or Irish laments, too much reliance on the drum set for Jo, and sets Ellen's teeth on edge; it doesn't matter, because they're not the ones left to mourn: ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black, but the memory remains.
Title: Hasta Pronto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Goodbye, a contraction of God-be-with-ye: Sam buries Dean.
Word Count: 186
Goodbye, a contraction of God-be-with-ye; adiós, with God: 'only ignorant Americans use "adiós" for anything less than forever' isn't what Ms. Leonard told Sam's freshman Spanish class, but it's certainly what she meant, or near enough. Salt and fire like Bobby wants would be 'adiós, Dean', sending him off with a God that Dean never believed in and Sam knows is neither with Dean (that's the point of hell) nor answering Sam's voicemail (six days covering the fourteen billion years between the Big Bang and Adam, and on the seventh day, God rested).
Sam tends Dean's body with the same care he'd use were Dean alive (the less he has to do later to repair the damage, the better), makes sure there's a lighter and a knife in Dean's jeans pockets (he'll wake up in the dark, and he hates being weaponless), buys thin plywood from Lowe's and builds a box, digs a hole the depth of the box plus six inches (can't be sure of being there when he wakes up, can't let him suffocate before he gets out); hasta pronto, Dean: see you soon.
Title: We Aim to Misbehave
Rating: PG
Summary: Nothing is inevitable save death and taxes—wait, these are the Winchesters.
Word Count: 136
Dean could get a job—a legitimate if not actually legal job—at any garage in the country, just by showing off the '67 Chevy that's been driven a million miles and been rebuilt once from scratch and probably a cumulative five or six times over its lifetime (no one cell in the human body is more than seven years old) and is running better than new. Sam's vastly overqualified for any under-the-table job he could get, but he's six-four, muscular, Marine-trained, and he's got experience as a bouncer (kept him in beer and pizza through college, and ammo for a while afterwards, since he wasn't buying any engagement rings); he'd have no trouble finding employment.
Sneaking merchandise past security, hustling pool and poker, and thinking up names for the credit card applications are all much more fun.
Title: I Can See You
Rating: PG
Summary: The camera really does make Maggie feel better.
Word Count: 40
She is invisible, untouchable, nothing but two eyes and a camera lens. She's as safe as she'd be at home watching Friday the 13th with a bowl of popcorn.
In horror movies, the only safe ones are the camera operators.
Title: Recognition
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dean and Susan have never seen each other before. Narnia crossover.
Word Count: 154
He doesn't know what makes him glance towards this woman and not another: maybe he recognizes the look in her eyes, of someone who had to grow up too fast, who had to protect others while young enough to need protection oneself, who wants to stop worrying for a while and have a little fun.
She doesn't know what makes her glance towards this man and not another: maybe she recognizes the look in his eyes, of someone who's lost more than anyone should bear, who has to stay to carry on the task they were set, who wants to lay down the burden for a few hours and be reminded of why it's worth carrying.
Sex is to create life, but it's also to make life worth living: these two might never meet again, might well forget the other's face and name, but for now, tonight, they're together, they're alive, and it's enough.
Title: Emancipated Minor
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jo knows what loyalty means.
Word Count: 300
Dean's right when he says Jo's iron knife isn't worth much as a weapon compared to the one he offers her, but her knife has killed a good few nasties in her father's hands (and the compensation-issues knife of Dean's is harder to hide between sock and ankle); she'll stick with what she's got.
Jo hears no end of rumors, thirdhand from one or another hunter who's latched on to Jo's base as the sort of gossip hub that the Roadhouse used to be (which it can't be; Jo's the only one with hunter connections at that bar, and Minnesota hasn't nearly the central position Nebraska has), about the latest damn fool stunt pulled off by those crazy sons of bitches Dean and Sam Winchester; Jo takes note of every word, but every time she hears someone say they opened the Devil's Gate in Wyoming, or they're planning to go to hell just to break the gates open from the inside, or anything of that nature, she tells the speaker that she's met the Winchesters (usually whichever idiot's speaking hasn't) and she'd wager her reputation on theirs and her life on their skills.
Jo's heard Sam's psychic, exorcising demons without devil's trap or Rituale, and anyone who can pin down a demon without a careful trap can certainly open doors and trigger a bomb from a safe distance; she doesn't ask for the truth of this, though, and wouldn't ask him to do it even if she knew he could—if neither he nor Dean thinks it's worth suggesting, she'll trust that it's not, and anyway the suggestion would come across as asking Sam to help Jo force her mother to betray Jo, which would make her mother want to kill her—wait.
caramelsilver's Three-Sentence Ficathon. Not that any of this is likely to be Jossed or Kripked tonight, but, y'know.Title: Fade to Black
Rating: PG-13
Summary: These are the ways they say goodbye.
Word Count: 136
Wash the blood and dirt off the body, stitch closed the fatal wounds, dress him in clothes he lived and didn't die in; salt for protection, fire for purification, gasoline so it burns fast and cotton sheets because that's something no one should have to see.
Fire and blood and nothing left; clink a glass of whiskey in her honor and watch her picture burn.
Metallica isn't quite the right genre for John, far too new for Mary, wouldn't suit Adam at all, Jess's taste was eclectic but for this she'd choose Catholic hymns or Irish laments, too much reliance on the drum set for Jo, and sets Ellen's teeth on edge; it doesn't matter, because they're not the ones left to mourn: ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black, but the memory remains.
Title: Hasta Pronto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Goodbye, a contraction of God-be-with-ye: Sam buries Dean.
Word Count: 186
Goodbye, a contraction of God-be-with-ye; adiós, with God: 'only ignorant Americans use "adiós" for anything less than forever' isn't what Ms. Leonard told Sam's freshman Spanish class, but it's certainly what she meant, or near enough. Salt and fire like Bobby wants would be 'adiós, Dean', sending him off with a God that Dean never believed in and Sam knows is neither with Dean (that's the point of hell) nor answering Sam's voicemail (six days covering the fourteen billion years between the Big Bang and Adam, and on the seventh day, God rested).
Sam tends Dean's body with the same care he'd use were Dean alive (the less he has to do later to repair the damage, the better), makes sure there's a lighter and a knife in Dean's jeans pockets (he'll wake up in the dark, and he hates being weaponless), buys thin plywood from Lowe's and builds a box, digs a hole the depth of the box plus six inches (can't be sure of being there when he wakes up, can't let him suffocate before he gets out); hasta pronto, Dean: see you soon.
Title: We Aim to Misbehave
Rating: PG
Summary: Nothing is inevitable save death and taxes—wait, these are the Winchesters.
Word Count: 136
Dean could get a job—a legitimate if not actually legal job—at any garage in the country, just by showing off the '67 Chevy that's been driven a million miles and been rebuilt once from scratch and probably a cumulative five or six times over its lifetime (no one cell in the human body is more than seven years old) and is running better than new. Sam's vastly overqualified for any under-the-table job he could get, but he's six-four, muscular, Marine-trained, and he's got experience as a bouncer (kept him in beer and pizza through college, and ammo for a while afterwards, since he wasn't buying any engagement rings); he'd have no trouble finding employment.
Sneaking merchandise past security, hustling pool and poker, and thinking up names for the credit card applications are all much more fun.
Title: I Can See You
Rating: PG
Summary: The camera really does make Maggie feel better.
Word Count: 40
She is invisible, untouchable, nothing but two eyes and a camera lens. She's as safe as she'd be at home watching Friday the 13th with a bowl of popcorn.
In horror movies, the only safe ones are the camera operators.
Title: Recognition
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dean and Susan have never seen each other before. Narnia crossover.
Word Count: 154
He doesn't know what makes him glance towards this woman and not another: maybe he recognizes the look in her eyes, of someone who had to grow up too fast, who had to protect others while young enough to need protection oneself, who wants to stop worrying for a while and have a little fun.
She doesn't know what makes her glance towards this man and not another: maybe she recognizes the look in his eyes, of someone who's lost more than anyone should bear, who has to stay to carry on the task they were set, who wants to lay down the burden for a few hours and be reminded of why it's worth carrying.
Sex is to create life, but it's also to make life worth living: these two might never meet again, might well forget the other's face and name, but for now, tonight, they're together, they're alive, and it's enough.
Title: Emancipated Minor
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jo knows what loyalty means.
Word Count: 300
Dean's right when he says Jo's iron knife isn't worth much as a weapon compared to the one he offers her, but her knife has killed a good few nasties in her father's hands (and the compensation-issues knife of Dean's is harder to hide between sock and ankle); she'll stick with what she's got.
Jo hears no end of rumors, thirdhand from one or another hunter who's latched on to Jo's base as the sort of gossip hub that the Roadhouse used to be (which it can't be; Jo's the only one with hunter connections at that bar, and Minnesota hasn't nearly the central position Nebraska has), about the latest damn fool stunt pulled off by those crazy sons of bitches Dean and Sam Winchester; Jo takes note of every word, but every time she hears someone say they opened the Devil's Gate in Wyoming, or they're planning to go to hell just to break the gates open from the inside, or anything of that nature, she tells the speaker that she's met the Winchesters (usually whichever idiot's speaking hasn't) and she'd wager her reputation on theirs and her life on their skills.
Jo's heard Sam's psychic, exorcising demons without devil's trap or Rituale, and anyone who can pin down a demon without a careful trap can certainly open doors and trigger a bomb from a safe distance; she doesn't ask for the truth of this, though, and wouldn't ask him to do it even if she knew he could—if neither he nor Dean thinks it's worth suggesting, she'll trust that it's not, and anyway the suggestion would come across as asking Sam to help Jo force her mother to betray Jo, which would make her mother want to kill her—wait.