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avandell2007-01-05 02:27 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2007-01-05 02:27 pm
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Fic: Two Lost Soles (Dean and Jo)
Title: Two Lost Soles
Characters: Dean, Jo (mild implied Dean/Jo)
Word Count: 505
Summary: “Nightmare?” he asked softly after a moment.
Notes: Set in the TNverse along with my other Dean/Jo fics. Title is from Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here.” The misspelling of “soul” is intentional and is an homage to a friend of mine who is, in many ways, the Dean Winchester to my Jo Harvelle.
Two Lost Soles
One night late in July, Jo awoke to shouts coming from the next room. Quietly, she climbed out of bed and padded softly to Dean’s door. She knocked, but of course there was no answer. She opened the door, and the light from the full moon illuminated Dean as he tossed and turned and shouted for his brother.
Jo was hesitant to wake him, but when he began to sob in his sleep, she couldn’t bear it any longer. She sat on the bed beside him and brushed her fingers through his hair, jumping back when he lurched awake, gasping and wild-eyed.
“Dean?” she whispered, and he turned to her, the confusion and loss in his eyes quickly being replaced with recognition and embarrassment.
“Shit, Jo. Did I wake you?” he asked. She nodded, and he ran his hands through his hair. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s okay.” She paused. “You wanna tell me about it?”
“No.”
She accepted that with a slight nod and said, “I’m gonna go back to bed then, but if you need anything, Dean, you know where to find me.” She stood, but was stopped by his warm hand around her wrist.
“Don’t go,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Please.”
“Alright.” Jo sat back down on the bed and pulled the blankets over herself as Dean moved to make room. She lay on her side facing him as he stared up at the ceiling. Jo ran her fingers lightly across Dean’s face, tracing the contours of his profile as she whispered benedictions in Latin.
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Jo jolted awake, her breathing heavy as she tried to calm herself. A warm hand grasped her arm, and she turned to see Dean, an unreadable look in his eyes.
“Nightmare?” he asked softly after a moment.
Jo nodded. “A bad one.” She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then, embarrassingly, began to sob. “It was mom,” she choked out. “When she got — ” She cut off, and Dean pulled her into his arms.
“It was just a dream,” he whispered, rubbing her back gently as she cried into his shirt. “Just a dream.”
She shuddered and cried a little longer before pulling away. “Sorry,” she muttered, smiling sheepishly at the tearstains on Dean’s t-shirt. She sniffed. “I probably look a sight,” she said, rubbing at her face.
Dean grinned. “Happens to the best of us. Y’know, sometimes even I get a little engine grease on my face.”
Jo laughed at that, glad for the distraction. “Yeah, and sometimes you get a little engine grease on everything in the apartment,” she said.
“Hey, it’s my apartment.”
“Yeah, well, who cleans it?” she returned.
Dean shrugged, his smile wide. “Not my fault if you decide to be the responsible one.” He moved to go, but Jo caught his wrist.
“Stay?” she asked.
He nodded once and lay down beside her, one arm around her shoulders. Softly, he began to sing: “So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain…”
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A/N: The full lyrics to “Wish You Were Here,” because it fits these two so well:
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
Characters: Dean, Jo (mild implied Dean/Jo)
Word Count: 505
Summary: “Nightmare?” he asked softly after a moment.
Notes: Set in the TNverse along with my other Dean/Jo fics. Title is from Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here.” The misspelling of “soul” is intentional and is an homage to a friend of mine who is, in many ways, the Dean Winchester to my Jo Harvelle.
Two Lost Soles
One night late in July, Jo awoke to shouts coming from the next room. Quietly, she climbed out of bed and padded softly to Dean’s door. She knocked, but of course there was no answer. She opened the door, and the light from the full moon illuminated Dean as he tossed and turned and shouted for his brother.
Jo was hesitant to wake him, but when he began to sob in his sleep, she couldn’t bear it any longer. She sat on the bed beside him and brushed her fingers through his hair, jumping back when he lurched awake, gasping and wild-eyed.
“Dean?” she whispered, and he turned to her, the confusion and loss in his eyes quickly being replaced with recognition and embarrassment.
“Shit, Jo. Did I wake you?” he asked. She nodded, and he ran his hands through his hair. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s okay.” She paused. “You wanna tell me about it?”
“No.”
She accepted that with a slight nod and said, “I’m gonna go back to bed then, but if you need anything, Dean, you know where to find me.” She stood, but was stopped by his warm hand around her wrist.
“Don’t go,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Please.”
“Alright.” Jo sat back down on the bed and pulled the blankets over herself as Dean moved to make room. She lay on her side facing him as he stared up at the ceiling. Jo ran her fingers lightly across Dean’s face, tracing the contours of his profile as she whispered benedictions in Latin.
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Jo jolted awake, her breathing heavy as she tried to calm herself. A warm hand grasped her arm, and she turned to see Dean, an unreadable look in his eyes.
“Nightmare?” he asked softly after a moment.
Jo nodded. “A bad one.” She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then, embarrassingly, began to sob. “It was mom,” she choked out. “When she got — ” She cut off, and Dean pulled her into his arms.
“It was just a dream,” he whispered, rubbing her back gently as she cried into his shirt. “Just a dream.”
She shuddered and cried a little longer before pulling away. “Sorry,” she muttered, smiling sheepishly at the tearstains on Dean’s t-shirt. She sniffed. “I probably look a sight,” she said, rubbing at her face.
Dean grinned. “Happens to the best of us. Y’know, sometimes even I get a little engine grease on my face.”
Jo laughed at that, glad for the distraction. “Yeah, and sometimes you get a little engine grease on everything in the apartment,” she said.
“Hey, it’s my apartment.”
“Yeah, well, who cleans it?” she returned.
Dean shrugged, his smile wide. “Not my fault if you decide to be the responsible one.” He moved to go, but Jo caught his wrist.
“Stay?” she asked.
He nodded once and lay down beside her, one arm around her shoulders. Softly, he began to sing: “So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain…”
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A/N: The full lyrics to “Wish You Were Here,” because it fits these two so well:
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
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I am officially your Jo fangirl. Seriously. I love how she's caring and tentative all at the same time, how both of them are so hurt by their past (even knowing how close they once were) that its painful for them to reach out but they're trying like hell to do it anyway. The delicate interaction between the two of them was nice, definitely gave the weight of their history and the possibility of their future.
Hugs you, and Jo, and Dean and fic mightily.
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As for the song... Well, it's kind of a long story. This piece originally started out as two separate stories (the second half was supposed to have a dream sequence where you find out what happened to Ellen, but you can see how well that worked out), and then I realized they mirrored each other. So I stuck them together. And then I had to come up with a title. And the line about "two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl" kept running through my mind, and I just had to use it.
Then I looked up the lyrics to the rest of the song, and I was a little freaked out about how well it fit these two. I swear, either these people went forward in time and watched SPN for inspiration or Kripke has too much fun fitting his show to the music he loves.
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Nope. I have a fangirl crush on Penny. And she's not even canon. ;-P
I really think they worked together as one story, because the scenes are similar insofar as they are dealing with similar issues. Even more so if you are a music geek and knew the lyrics to the song.
Which, yes. I think Kripke fits the show to the music he loves. (Pretty much like you and I write, I suspect...)
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You have seriously hooked me in with this series. I want more... again. lol.
I've been a Pink Floyd fan since I was old enough to listen to music, which shocks my mother becaus I'm only 22, but this song, it's so perfect. I swear I'm going to end up putting it on a Dean/Jo soundtrack. lol.
Anyway, continue with the series, please. I love how you right Jo as being so vulnerable but willing to be there for Dean after everything and Dean's reluctant allowance to let her help him... if that made any sense at all. lol.
Keep up the good work. I seriously have my own fangirl crush on your Jo.
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I'm working on a piece about Dean just after the Incident. Sort of.
I love how you write Jo as being so vulnerable but willing to be there for Dean after everything and Dean's reluctant allowance to let her help him.
Thank you! I'm glad that you liked that - I feel like, at this point, they're still very much unsure of each other, and this is something where they can say, "This has strengthened our relationship." Only, knowing them, it'll be more along the lines of "Loser." "Jerk."
Pink Floyd is awesome. And I'm only 18, lol.
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I went and listened to the Pink Floyd song. *swoons* Dean singing that? Oh lordy, my nightmares would be GONE.
I simply adored the part where Jo was tracing his face, and whispering benedictions in Latin.... what an amazing detail, and just SO Dean/Jo. sweet, sultry, and simple.
Really great piece, my favorite in the "Tennesseeverse" (which you're right, has too many E's in it, lol), i think.
The part about it being in your hometown, btw? Awesome. Greatest excuse for a fic that I've ever heard, and makes me love it even more! A little town like that sounds like just the place the Winchester boys would end up.
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Well, okay, that's really a lie, but it's a good one.
And I think you are the first person to say anything about Jo whispering in Latin! That was one of my favorite parts of the fic, and then I had to mirror it with Dean singing of course.
As for my hometown: It's exactly where I could see them settling down after everything is said and done. Unless they settle in Idaho, that is (which was also a gratuitous plug for my stomping grounds - that's where my mom's family is from).
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And yeah, he's mellowed out, though it's not just that he's hit thirty and still going. ;)
It's also because he's dealt with the loss of pretty much everything and everyone he ever loved. Except his car and Jo.
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