I need a break!
Feb. 24th, 2006 03:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I've been working very hard this week, peoples. Much harder than usual! Tonight, I'm having dinner with
bexless and
barely_bean, so that will be good. Something to look forward to! But in the meantime, I need a break.
I didn't have time to do that "give me a title and I'll tell you about the story" meme, but I wanted to, and now I'm have time. Or, at least, I'm making time.
So:
Comment with the title of a story that doesn't exist, and I'll tell you about that imaginary story, maybe even write a little snippet. Feel free to include a fandom and pairing, any fandom, I'll figure something out.
Anyone else need a break on a Friday? Come out and play!
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I didn't have time to do that "give me a title and I'll tell you about the story" meme, but I wanted to, and now I'm have time. Or, at least, I'm making time.
So:
Comment with the title of a story that doesn't exist, and I'll tell you about that imaginary story, maybe even write a little snippet. Feel free to include a fandom and pairing, any fandom, I'll figure something out.
Anyone else need a break on a Friday? Come out and play!
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Date: 2006-02-24 09:17 pm (UTC)Love is a Brittle Madness
SPN.
And OMG yay Friday!!
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Date: 2006-02-26 10:42 pm (UTC)Okay, here's what I got:
The story opens seeming like an AU. Sam and Dean are in a mental hospital, not brothers, just two patients. Sam doesn't talk, but he writes compulsively in a notebook, meticulously neat gibberish that makes sense only to him. Dean is higher functioning, but given to delusions. He and Sam are very close, roommates and the best of friends.
Dean is very clever, and he's learned how to let them out of their locked room at night, so they can sneak around, steal snacks from the staff lounge, break into the files and read other patients' secrets.
(The gay love here is optional. Maybe Dean and Sam offer each other the comfort of their bodies at night, or it could just be gen.)
Dean starts to have flashes of him and Sam in another life, where they're brothers, fighting the forces of darkness, righting wrongs. The visions get stronger, come more often, and Dean becomes convinced that this is their real life, that this world where they're both insane is black magic or some kind of curse.
He foolishly mentions it to the staff, and needless to say, they view it as a worsening of his condition. They drug him and try to talk sense to him, even separate him from Sam, which makes them both very agitated. At last, the doctor decides that the only thing that will help is ECT. Dean pleads with him, but the doctor doesn't listen, just keeps trying to tell him it's not torture, not the way he's seen it in movies, and it's all for his own good.
Dean decides he has to make a run for it before they fry his brain. So he lets himself out of his room, goes to get Sam, and they sneak off to the exit. On the way there, they get waylaid by a security guard. Sam bites the man as a diversion, motions frantically at Dean to go, and Dean reluctantly races for the door.
The moment he steps foot outside the entire scene dissolves, the hospital, the landscape, everything. He finds himself plummeting in darkness. He ends up in a heap in an old-fashioned looking parlor. There's an enormous fireplace, and an ancient old woman standing by it warming her hands.
She turns and smiles. "Back so soon?"
It all comes rushing back to him then, the way their story ends in their world, with Sam pinned to a ceiling, gutted and burning. He remembers the devil's deal he struck to prevent that.
"What happened?" he asks the old crone.
She shrugs. "It seems your spirit is stronger than I gave you credit for."
He narrows his eyes at her. "You never mentioned anything about making us patients at a mental hospital."
Mischief sparks in her eyes. "You never asked, now did you?"
"So what now?"
"Now you go back to your own lives. The pact is broken."
Dean thinks about Sam, dying and in flames. "No!"
A malicious smile curves the old woman's lips. "Then you'll have to go back, right where you left off."
Dean bows his head, agrees.
Cut back to the mental hospital. Dean is strapped down on the table, electrodes stuck to him. "Sam," he says, before they put the rubber guard into his mouth to keep him from biting his tongue.
They go through with the treatment, and the next day, Dean is sitting quietly in the TV room. Sam is beside him, happily writing in his notebook. Drool keep dripping down the corner of Dean's mouth, but his arm feels to heavy to lift, to wipe it away. He stares out the window, at the clouds drifting across the sky, and he thinks that if he has to be in this place at least he has with him the one person he cares about in the world.
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Date: 2006-02-27 01:11 pm (UTC)That's too sad... and I could see Dean go for it.
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Date: 2006-03-09 07:35 pm (UTC)