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Title: Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth
Author: [livejournal.com profile] krisomniac
Rating, Warning, Pairing: PG, reaper!Dean, gen
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit nor copyright infringement intended. Title from Primitive Radio Gods
Authors Note: Just silly, rambly schmoop for your Monday enjoyment. ~680 words
Summary: Dean thinks about the thousand different ways it could happen.



Hey, Sam, he thinks, You know how I was always saying you can't kill death? Well, funny thing happens when you try, then scratches out the conversation in his head and starts it over again.

I like those glasses, man. They suit you.

Sam-- as embarrassed by compliments as when he was a gangly kid-- would look down and smile, fine lines creasing the corners of his eyes, teeth still white despite the grey in his hair. He'd lace his long fingers together and apart.

The professor thing, this whole-- He imagines taking one of the books haphazardly piled on Sam's desk and gesturing with it for emphasis. Life. It suits you. Always knew it would.

He's done it a million times. Maybe more. This conversation shouldn't be so hard.

I still look out for you, Sammy, even if you don't-- He growls under his breath and tries again. Hi.

Sam would look at him funny, head tilted like an overgrown puppy. Yeah, it's me. I would've come sooner, but…

Probably better that he didn't.

It's not so bad. He'd grin at Sam's skepticism. I don't get to blow shit up anymore, but when shit blows, you can bet I'm there.

Sam might laugh at that. Then again, it's been years and worries, pain and love and a life Dean was never going to be a part of; he might not find it funny at all.

What else could I do? You were going to-- It wasn't a choice. Sam's never been able to resist asking why. And some things will never change. I had a promise to keep.

He turns and paces the empty road, trying to think of something else to say. I found Dad, a while back…. Yeah, he is. Now. He imagines resting a hand on Sam's shoulder, listening to the whispered question, telling Sam the same thing he told Mom and Dad when they asked about their baby and his young wife. I think they're happy.

He swallows. You will.

He's watched Sam's family grow over the years, was there when the kids were born, listened to Sam sing them to bed at night-- never anything too private, though with a body like Maggie's, he's been sorely tempted. He wonders if Sam will ask to see them, to say goodbye.

I can't let you do that. Dean's seen what happens when you break the rules, not that he hasn't considered trying. More than once. Course I'll look after them.

Dean opens the car door and gets in. He looks over at the empty seat beside him. It may be his playground, it may be nothing more than the physical representation of something that only exists in his memory, but of the countless souls he's invited in, only Sam will recognize the faint smell of greasy hamburgers that lingers in the upholstery, will smile when he sees the dark stain on the dash, will complain about the music on his final road trip. He makes sure it's perfect, carving the echoes of stakeouts and arguments, dust and blood into the fabric of the frame like photographs faded and yellowed over time.

The engine roars to life, and he drives slowly to the building where it happens.

I can't-- Dean shakes his head in response to the imagined question. Sam won't ask whether Dean can come with him, won't have to. Visions or not, he's always been damn near psychic about knowing things like that.

He pulls up in front of the arched doorway, walks slowly up the stone steps. Students brush past him without looking, bags of books slung over their shoulders, discussing papers or parties, or where they're planning to go have lunch. He closes his eyes in the sunlight of the window outside Sam's office and lets the everyday sounds wash over him, running over the thousand ways this has played out in his head. He thinks of the thousand conversations, quips, fights, and wonders if it will be the same.

He only knocks once on the door, then lets himself in.

All things considered, it wasn't a bad way to go.

Hey, Sammy, he says.

Sam doesn't even look surprised.
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2007-03-19 17:33 (UTC)
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- Posted by [personal profile] varadia
I love this, I really do.

The idea of Dean as a reaper, and his personal playground being a road trip.

Man.

Lovely.

2007-03-20 13:46 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
Awww, thank you! Dude, I want my last ride to be in that car... ;)

2007-03-19 19:20 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] medicinal-mirth.livejournal.com
*wibbles*

I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this.

2007-03-20 13:47 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
n'awww, thank you! (it wasn't supposed to make people sad, really.)

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- Posted by [identity profile] medicinal-mirth.livejournal.com - 2007-03-20 20:15 (UTC) - Expand

2007-03-19 19:22 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] deirdre-c.livejournal.com
*gulp*

Put a little lump in my throat, hon. ♥

2007-03-20 13:47 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
Yay lumpy throats. Er...

Thank you!!

2007-03-19 19:41 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] iamstealthyone.livejournal.com
I must admit, the idea of Dean being a reaper is an intriguing one, and I love the idea that he’d be the one to come for Sam.

Nicely done. :)

Favorite lines:

Sam-- as embarrassed by compliments as when he was a gangly kid-- would look down and smile, fine lines creasing the corners of his eyes, teeth still white despite the grey in his hair.

I like the little details about how he looks. Methinks Sam will age well. :)

What else could I do? You were-- It wasn't a choice. Sam's never been able to resist asking why. And some things will never change. I had a promise to keep.

Oh, Dean. Always the protector. *pets him*

He's watched Sam's family grow over the years, was there when the kids were born, listened to Sam sing them to bed at night-- never anything too private, though with a body like Maggie's, he's been sorely tempted.

*g* Of course reaper!Dean would still like hot chicks. Wonder if he flirts with the hot reapers.

He makes sure it's perfect, carving the echoes of stakeouts and arguments, dust and blood into the fabric of the frame like memories faded and yellowed over time.

Love this, that he’s getting the car just so for Sam.

Hey, Sammy, he says.

Sam doesn't even look surprised.


Oh, boys.

2007-03-20 13:49 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
He wouldn't let ANYONE else take Sam... :/

They're both going to age well. I'd put money on it. They're like good wine.

Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed.

2007-03-19 21:17 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] cass404.livejournal.com
This was just so lovely.

2007-03-20 13:49 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
Thanky!! So glad you enjoyed.

2007-03-19 21:53 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] ignipes.livejournal.com
Oh, man. It's sad, but it's not really sad, and I love the quiet, internal feel of it.

It may be his playground...

That passage? That starts with that line? YOU MADE ME CRY AT WORK.

And the end -- the end is sublime and perfect. Wonderful.

2007-03-20 13:51 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
n'awww. It wasn't *supposed* to make anyone cry... ;) They get to be together! Whole damn Winchester family reuinion!!

But yeah.

And the professor thing? totally stole from you (although I had to give Sammy a family after taking away his Dean)

thanky!

2007-03-19 23:05 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] annkiri.livejournal.com
Okay, so I read this the first time without reading the warnings and was trying so hard not to have it actually be reaper!Dean, because SAD. But that is what it is. And it is beautiful and quiet and a little bit heartbreaking and I didn't cry reading it but I am fighting tears right now (and there they go) just thinking about it and Dean watching Sam live his life and then he is there to help him cross over and it is so right and also so wrong in the sense that I can't handle these boys not being together all the time, that I can't even handle it. Except that I am, sort of.

Beautiful job Kris!

2007-03-20 13:59 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
eee!! I'm sorry. I know how people feel about character death, but they're together again, and that's WONDERFUL!

Plus, Dean would make a kinda kickass reaper. ;)

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- Posted by [identity profile] annkiri.livejournal.com - 2007-03-20 14:21 (UTC) - Expand

2007-03-19 23:23 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] la-perkins.livejournal.com
Oh, I love this, in a not quite tearful way.

2007-03-20 14:00 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
Oh, i'm so glad! It wasn't supposed to be sad, just... something.

Thank you!

2007-03-19 23:45 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] ellipsisblack.livejournal.com
Hon, I LOVED this. Only you could do a deathfic and actually make me smile and mumble happily, "oh BOYS." Recced at [livejournal.com profile] crack_impala. ♥

2007-03-20 14:01 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
oh, THank you! For the rec and the love. :)

These boys, just... Yes.

2007-03-19 23:59 (UTC)
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- Posted by [personal profile] nutkin
This made me cry like a little girl. I don't know how you packed so much realism and emotion into such a short fic, but it's absolutely delightful. The idea of Dean using his reaper powers to let him still have the Impala! Sam and Dean on the great final roadtrip! I think I love you.

2007-03-20 14:04 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
awww. I'm sorry to make you cry.

But so glad you enjoyed! And thank you!

2007-03-20 00:05 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] hebrew-hernia.livejournal.com
Okay, so I clicked because my dad used to play that song all the time when I was younger and I love it. And now I'm seriously sitting here with tears in my eyes. Sammy! Deeeean! Geez.

2007-03-20 14:05 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
awww, thank you! Great song. :)

2007-03-20 00:45 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] mystic-reader.livejournal.com
Oh that was so good!! So sad! THe idea of Dean watching over him all those years!! **cries**

2007-03-20 14:05 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
He's always going to watch over Sammy, no matter what happens to him. :)

thank you!

2007-03-20 01:07 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] kellifer-fic.livejournal.com
Wow... this is great.

2007-03-20 14:06 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
Thanky much!!

2007-03-20 01:13 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] meli-64.livejournal.com
This was a totally cool idea. Awesome. :D I liked this a lot.

2007-03-20 14:08 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
thanky much! just one of those things that had to be written :)

2007-03-20 01:15 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] lyra-wing.livejournal.com
What the cheese! You didn't tell me you were writing something like this, miss!

It's awesome. Contemplative and achy, and really sweet. I love it.

2007-03-20 14:08 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
Hehehe! I didn't KNOW I was writing this. It just kinda happened while I was cooking. *g*

Thanky!

2007-03-20 01:21 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] wanderlight.livejournal.com
That made me cry and put a huge smile on my face, both at the same time. Thank you for writing this. ♥

2007-03-20 14:09 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
Awww. So glad you enjoyed! Thanky!!

2007-03-20 01:30 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] destina.livejournal.com
He makes sure it's perfect, carving the echoes of stakeouts and arguments, dust and blood into the fabric of the frame like photographs faded and yellowed over time.

So vivid and beautiful. And sad. *sigh*

2007-03-20 14:13 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
awww. Thank you! i love that car and the idea of them driving off into the sunset.

2007-03-20 02:03 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] harrigan.livejournal.com
This is perfect in such a sad, sweet way. I always pictured Sam more as a professor than a lawyer, and moreso with each passing episode (if he were ever to get to have a normal life). I love Dean watching over him all those years, their mom and dad asking Dean about Sam and his new family and if he's happy.

But the ending is the saddest and sweetest of all!

2007-03-20 14:16 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
I always pictured Sam more as a professor than a lawyer

i know, right?

And I have this total vision of Dean saving his dad and bringing his parents back together... sigh.

Thank you!

2007-03-20 02:06 (UTC)
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- Posted by [identity profile] tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com
of course sam doesn't look surprised.... dean seems almost like a guardian angel instead of a reaper, and i love that he comes for sam in the impala.

2007-03-20 14:17 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
He is like a guardian angel (though don't tell him that ;) )

And, yeah. Together.

Thank you!!

2007-03-20 03:16 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] dhark-charlotte.livejournal.com
Totally bypassed the wibble and fell into complete blubbering. It made me cry, and I loved it anyway.

2007-03-20 14:18 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
n'awww, I'm sorry it made you cry. But thank you!!

2007-03-20 04:06 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] lilacsigil.livejournal.com
Oh, this was lovely. The one-sided conversation was gorgeous, and Dean as a Reaper was perfect, right down to his car. I really enjoyed that Sam lived and went on with his life, eventually, and Dean watched over him. Even though it made me cry.

2007-03-20 14:19 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
thank you. Yeah. I think it wouldn't be easy, but Sam would go on eventually. And Dean will be with that car forever.

2007-03-20 04:12 (UTC)
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- Posted by [identity profile] dairwendan.livejournal.com
This was written so beautifully that I'm not even sad about Sam dying! And Dean is so perfect, you really have the character here!
Thanks!

2007-03-20 14:20 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
awww. thank you! I tried to make it as not-sad as possible. :)

2007-03-20 08:17 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] unperfectwolf.livejournal.com
Oh gods *tear*

2007-03-20 14:20 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
n'awww thank you!!

2007-03-20 08:49 (UTC)
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- Posted by [identity profile] smilla02.livejournal.com
Such a lovely little story. I love that Dean as reaper is still Dean.
I don't get to blow shit up anymore, but when shit blows, you can bet I'm there.

This made me smile, can hear Dean saying it.
And the idea of final trip inthe Impala, it's so... fitting. The ending is sad, but a quiet and peaceful kind of sad. A truly lovely lovely story!

2007-03-20 14:23 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
n'aww, and Sammy'll smile too. I promise I wasn't trying to write sad...

Thank you!!

2007-03-20 09:41 (UTC)
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- Posted by [identity profile] black-samvara.livejournal.com
This is lovely, and sad. But lovely, and sweet. Oh god I'm going to wibble at you now.

2007-03-20 14:23 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] krisomniac.livejournal.com
Thank you!! no wibble! Just smile. Boys are together again!!
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