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avandell2008-04-24 02:56 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2008-04-24 02:56 pm
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the albatross hangs
Title: the albatross hangs
Characters: Dean, Jess, mention of Sam (Dean/Jess)
Rating: R (for some language and sex)
Word Count: 258
Summary: There’s something fundamentally wrong about all of this.
Notes: Written for theun_love_you prompt 03: This cancels out the hurt. Table is here. Title is from “Echoes” by Pink Floyd.
the albatross hangs
The first night after he pulls her from the burning apartment, they fuck. There’s nothing but pain in the way he looks at her, but Jess doesn’t care. Sam is gone, dead, burned alive before her eyes, and somehow she escaped in the arms of his brother, and it’s not right, it’s not fair, that Sam spent his last days with him and not her.
They get drunk first, and who can blame them. The only thing that linked them together is gone, just gone, and all they have is themselves and each other.
There’s something fundamentally wrong about all of this, Jess is sure, but she’s too drunk and scared and hurt to care. She saw Sam burn, and she thought she would die there, too, burn alive below him. Nothing would be more right than that. Nothing would be more wrong. He was young, too young to die, but there he was, nailed to the ceiling after she got out of the shower. And she would have died there with him, if it weren’t for his brother.
If it weren’t for his brother, she’d be dead with Sam above her instead of here, alive (if it can be called living) with Dean inside her, and that’s one kind of fucked up that she doesn’t even want to contemplate.
So she shuts her eyes tight and pulls Dean deeper into herself, lets him drive into her, and it’s like they’re the only two people in this world that’s coming apart at the seams.
And maybe they are.
Characters: Dean, Jess, mention of Sam (Dean/Jess)
Rating: R (for some language and sex)
Word Count: 258
Summary: There’s something fundamentally wrong about all of this.
Notes: Written for the
un_love_you prompt 03: This cancels out the hurt. Table is here. Title is from “Echoes” by Pink Floyd.the albatross hangs
The first night after he pulls her from the burning apartment, they fuck. There’s nothing but pain in the way he looks at her, but Jess doesn’t care. Sam is gone, dead, burned alive before her eyes, and somehow she escaped in the arms of his brother, and it’s not right, it’s not fair, that Sam spent his last days with him and not her.
They get drunk first, and who can blame them. The only thing that linked them together is gone, just gone, and all they have is themselves and each other.
There’s something fundamentally wrong about all of this, Jess is sure, but she’s too drunk and scared and hurt to care. She saw Sam burn, and she thought she would die there, too, burn alive below him. Nothing would be more right than that. Nothing would be more wrong. He was young, too young to die, but there he was, nailed to the ceiling after she got out of the shower. And she would have died there with him, if it weren’t for his brother.
If it weren’t for his brother, she’d be dead with Sam above her instead of here, alive (if it can be called living) with Dean inside her, and that’s one kind of fucked up that she doesn’t even want to contemplate.
So she shuts her eyes tight and pulls Dean deeper into herself, lets him drive into her, and it’s like they’re the only two people in this world that’s coming apart at the seams.
And maybe they are.
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And omg your icon. Guh.
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Oh, yeah, the topic...That pairing was desperately painful, but it was a great story! I really liked the concept and loved the pairing. I just love a good Dean/Jess story.
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And I'm glad you enjoyed the story. :)
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Thanks for sharing.
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It makes me happy.
Which makes me a sick person.
:)
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And mostly it's man-pain, because she overcomes it. Eventually.
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Well done.
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I want to go read the first one again now - this explains some of what was happening in there for me.
Have you settled on a title for the table yet?
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Thanks for the comment! :D
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I could wax about this for several paragraphs but it's late and I'm, well, spacey. But I didn't want to let this second story in the series pass without saying something.
It was lovely and quite the gut punch.
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I just... for whatever reason, this pairing has always screamed anger and desperation and guilt for me, so getting a chance to really explore it in my own fic is very exciting.
I have to admit, one of the things that's going to be hard about this series is the lack of hope in it - in even my darkest stories that I've written (to-date), there's always an element of hope, but this time around, I'm not very sure how much room there is for that.
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It's certainly a compelling dynamic - like I said, this story was like a punch in the stomach - and I want to see the rest, obviously.
If it were me writing this, I'd feel compelled to find some way to bring in a little bit of hope...so I applaud you for being so unflinching in your portrayal of the relationship.
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And I might need to sort out how it all ends...
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(I'll have to tell you about my own struggle with this, but not on your comments list for your wonderful fic. ;-P)
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Wonderfully written.
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albatross
this one feels more emotionally detached and just shell-shocked than the other 2 i just read. this is definitely how i'd see the 2 of them reacting.