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23 June 2007 @ 10:43 pm
Daily(ish) Drabble(ish) #6 - The Watcher, Sam/Dean, SPN.
ETA: (cos I'm an idiot who forgot) First commenter on the day's drabble(ish) gets to provide pairing and prompt for the next one. You can choose from Spike/Xander, John/Rodney and Sam/Dean or choose one of them as a solo character. Give me a word, or mood, or something to think on and I'll see what I can do. I may expand the possible selection if this works and I actually get my mojo firing on all cylinders. (Nobody gets two drabbles in a row. If you get one today, you don't get to have one tomorrow, even if your comment is up first.)

Author: darkhavens
Title: The Watcher
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Words: 673
Spoilers: References 'All Hell Breaks Loose', so if you haven't seen the S2 finale, be warned!
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments. I want you to!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Non-graphic Wincest
Summary: Sam and Dean aren't alone.
Notes: Written for tabaqui who asked for: "Sam'n'Dean - totally up to you how 'close' they are. And for a prompt...the first line or so from Agamemnon." (Quote in full under the cut.)
Pre-read and approved by madders.

I ask the gods some respite from the weariness of this watchtime, measured by years I lie awake, elbowed upon the Atreidae's roof dogwise, to mark the grand processionals of all the stars of night, burdened with winter and again with heat for men, dynasties in their shining blazoned on the air, these stars, upon their wane and when the rest arise, I wait...

The bed has been pulled away from the wall, leaving the headboard marooned in a sea of blue-green floral wallpaper, nailed haphazardly to the plaster.

Circumscribed by a ring of salt with a diameter wide enough that dangling feet and sheets could not disrupt it, the bed sits like a dais in the center of the room.

More salt has been laid at the foot of the door and across the window sill: fragile crystalline barriers against encroachment, against malignancies.

Sigils and signs scribbled in ink and marked out in pale chalk adorn the doors, the walls, the windows and the floor.

Sam and Dean lie curled together in the twisted sheets. Legs entangled and fingers entwined in post-orgasmic slumber, they seem at peace.

A faint handprint appears on the window, triggering a ripple of disturbance, a low hum in the tranquil room. Symbols flare briefly at the contact, and Dean snuffles into Sam's left shoulder, half-awake before he knows why.

The hand is withdrawn, the protection tested but unbroken. Dean's twanging nerves settle down and let him drift easily back to sleep. By the time the morning comes, he won't remember this.


They're good boys; good soldiers. John knows this and is proud of them. He also knows that, if he were still alive, what he'd just witnessed would enrage him. He can imagine the disgust, the horror, the disbelief, but he feels none of it.

An eternity in Hell puts such things into perspective. He knows that love is much too rare a commodity to waste. True love, pure 'I'd die for you; I'd live for you' love, should never be dismissed as perversion, as wrong, as dirty and impure.

When he'd crawled out of Hell and stopped that yellow-eyed bastard cold, John had thought his time was over, his vigil concluded. He'd done his job: kept his boys safe and avenged his wife. He'd assumed his business was complete.

He knows better now.

He hadn't dared hope he'd get to spend a fresh eternity with Mary. His soul was much too stained and frayed out at the edges, too grubby and impure for that. But this - he'd never considered this - standing watch over his sons as they carry on his legacy.

He's made them who they are and what they are; he's given them the skills, the tools, the knowledge and the deep down need to see the job through to the end. And there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of new demons in the world now; every one a fiery coal burning deep into their consciences.

His boys, their bellies full of guilt and grief and pride and urgency. And love.

And all he can do is watch.

From the corner of his eye he tracks a lesser demon, no larger in physical size than his thumb. He's learnt already that the lingering taint of Hell he carries with him tends to lure the weaker-minded of the escapees in. He thinks maybe it's the familiar scent of home that makes them trust him.

His hand flashes out, ghost-white in the moonlight, and snatches the inhuman fluttering creature from the air. He's careful not to grip too tightly - he doesn't want to crush it, he just wants to-

The muscles and tendons in his jaw tense and twitch as his concentration sharpens and narrows to a focus, a point within his carefully clenched fist.

A thin runnel of smoke slips up from his hand and is snatched away by the night breeze, and so is the light stream of ash that trickles out from between his fingers.

Exhaustion rolls over him in a relentless tide but John still smiles.

He may not be able to do anything more than watch right now, but he's getting stronger and recovering more quickly than he was when he began. Each demon's death, however small, seems to leave his burden that tiniest bit lighter.

One day his boys - Mary's boys - are going to need his help, and he'll be ready.

tabaqui: winchestersbyhow_iconictabaqui on June 23rd, 2007 09:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, i love it. It's *John*, the world-weary watchman on the battlements and...and...

Oh, that's perfect. I love the image of the little demons creeping up to John, little lost things that are still *evil* and...he burns it right up, and...

The bed has been pulled away from the wall, leaving the headboard marooned in a sea of blue-green floral wallpaper, nailed haphazardly to the plaster.

That right there is awesome, just a perfect picture...

Dude, i *love it*. Thank you!!
darkhavens: sn sammy die for you [literati]darkhavens on June 23rd, 2007 10:07 pm (UTC)
Once I knew the watcher was John, it all fell into place. It was an awesome quote! Thank you!

I am amused that you picked out the headboard to quote. That was about the only line I didn't snip and change and delete a thousand times over. *g*

*twirls you*
who said what now? - tabaqui on June 23rd, 2007 10:11 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Tam 'O Bedlamangstpuppy on June 23rd, 2007 09:54 pm (UTC)
Wow...um...wow...I really, really liked this.
The fact that John knows how he would feel if..and just doesn't.
darkhavens: sn orally fixated [literati]darkhavens on June 23rd, 2007 10:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I think John's time in Hell would have opened his eyes to a lot of things, and he does so want his boys to be happy.

And hey, you got the second comment in, but as tabaqui was first and this is her ficlet, you get to prompt me for the next one.

What's your pleasure? :D
who said what now? - angstpuppy on June 23rd, 2007 10:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on June 24th, 2007 04:37 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - angstpuppy on June 24th, 2007 07:59 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on June 25th, 2007 01:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on July 9th, 2007 10:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Madders: spn- stronger togethermadders on June 23rd, 2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
You already know how much I love this babe :o*

But I'll still tell you again anyway ;o)

It's just... perfect!
darkhavens: sn comfort [literati]darkhavens on June 23rd, 2007 10:19 pm (UTC)
*smooches and twirls you*

Thank you! :D
angels3angels3 on June 23rd, 2007 10:04 pm (UTC)
absolutely excellent. I love the thought of John watching over them and the need to be ready to help when they need it.
darkhavens: sn papa demon [literati]darkhavens on June 23rd, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
Re: Excellent
Thank you!

With all those new demons out there, they're going to need all the help they can get, and papa W is just the dead guy to give it. :D
Snow: Jason ~ eyelashes and tattoossweptawaybayou on June 23rd, 2007 10:12 pm (UTC)
Just beautiful. The way it flows and the taste of being there. With Sam and Dean and with John.


darkhavens: sn bring it [literati]darkhavens on June 23rd, 2007 10:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you! *curtsies*

It took me ages to be truly happy with the flow. I sat here reading out loud, tweaking words and reshuffling phrases until it rolled off my tongue. *g*
it only burns when I breathe: sam&dean_you'reall_kali-samaspikedluv on June 23rd, 2007 10:20 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love this! I love the idea of John watching over his boys, and getting stronger, ready to help them when they need him.
darkhavens: sn damaged [literati]darkhavens on June 23rd, 2007 11:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

And you know they're going to need all the help they can get with all those new demons out there wreaking havoc. :D
Dani: Papa Don't fuck with Papaumbralillium on June 23rd, 2007 10:51 pm (UTC)
Ohhhh. It makes so much sense that John isn't entirely gone, but watching over the boys and gradually growing stronger so he can help them again. At least, it does to the girl who could never choose between the three for her favorite. I can't have one without the other two, their characters are just too intertwined for me to pick and I'll stop rambling now. *sheepish*
darkhavens: sn papa demon [literati]darkhavens on June 24th, 2007 01:13 am (UTC)
Thank you!

I hate the thought that John is really gone. I can't beleive it, not when there's so much work to be done! :D
Rainbow of Awesomeness: bearskinthelonejuliet on June 23rd, 2007 11:45 pm (UTC)
That's beautiful! Wonderfully well-written. ^_^
darkhavens: sn facepalm [literati]darkhavens on June 24th, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D
I am weasel: johnwinchester once by carmendovekillerweasel on June 23rd, 2007 11:55 pm (UTC)
This was wonderful. :)
darkhavens: sn papa demon [literati]darkhavens on June 24th, 2007 01:16 am (UTC)
Thank you. :D
jdsgirlbevjdsgirlbev on June 24th, 2007 01:28 am (UTC)
You know that this needs to be a series, right? With John getting stronger, and the boys gradually becoming aware of him....
darkhavens: sn almost [literati]darkhavens on June 25th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
You never know. Stranger things have happened. ;)

Thanks! :D
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: pb; osm [me]literati on June 24th, 2007 01:41 am (UTC)
awww! that's gorgeous! :D
darkhavens: dexter neck [literati]darkhavens on June 25th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
Thank you, darlin'! *smooch*
katbcollkatbcoll on June 24th, 2007 02:22 am (UTC)
*flails* Ohmygod ohmygod! I love this! Amazing! Just... *flails* no more words!!!
darkhavens: sn blues bros [literati]darkhavens on June 25th, 2007 01:27 am (UTC)
Hee! So... you liked it? *g*

Thank you. :D
who said what now? - katbcoll on June 25th, 2007 03:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
zenamydog: Savior Iconzenamydog on June 24th, 2007 03:08 am (UTC)
oh wow, a John finds out fic, after death. LOL Just brilliant. *grins*

Loved this. Thank you!
darkhavens: sn damaged [literati]darkhavens on June 25th, 2007 01:36 am (UTC)
Thank you!

If ever there was a time when it was too late to get worked up about something like finding your boys shagging like polecats, I figure 'after death' would be that time. *g*
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darkhavens: sn guh [literati]darkhavens on June 25th, 2007 01:37 am (UTC)
Thanks. :D
a cool and cryptic inside jokefleshflutter on June 24th, 2007 09:51 am (UTC)
Oh, lovely to see John watching over his boys. :)
darkhavens: sn hunting [literati]darkhavens on June 25th, 2007 01:40 am (UTC)

I just can't imagine him disappearing in a beam of light and never coming back to try and help his boys out. That's just not his way. *g*