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firmament2009-05-04 08:09 pm
gorgeousnerd) wrote in firmament2009-05-04 08:09 pm
Entry tags:
"Ocean Blue", Supernatural, G, gen.
Title: Ocean Blue
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G.
Length: One-shot, 360 words.
Characters/Pairings: Sam, original character.
Spoilers: End of season three, sort of. Just in case, if you haven't seen the finale, don't read.
Summary: Sam encounters a new type of demon.
Notes: I wrote this with a time limit of fifteen minutes to the challenge "mythical creature or idea, the color of the ocean". That's why the ending's incomplete. I might expand this into a full story later.
Ocean Blue
Sam Winchester was rather sick of getting pinned to walls. He was beginning to think he looked like a specimen to demons, one of those ones you'd stick on a pin and put in a collection with a bunch of other pinned humans.
Of course, they seemed to think he was some sort of prize, or worse, something to be feared. That didn't tend to happen with biologists.
If he thought of the demons he'd encountered through the eye of a collector, this one was certainly a good specimen. The run-of-the-mill variety had black eyes, and he couldn't forget good ol' Yellow Eyes. Lilith had white eyes – or she rolled up her host's eyes into his or her head, whichever – and the crossroads demons preferred a red hue.
Sam had never before seen a demon with eyes as blue and deep as the ocean. Once he'd make the stupid mistake of looking the demon directly in the eyes, he couldn't tear his eyes away, and that was also abnormal.
“Hello, Sam,” the demon said. Its host was a teenage girl, but not the sort you'd see on Gossip Girl. No, this was a real teenager, rounder than TV toothpicks and speckled with acne. She was the sort of girl you'd expect to see in a high school...if her eyes weren't solid blue, anyway.
“Hi.”
The demon laughed, but it wasn't the lighthearted sort of chuckle this girl was used to. No, it sounded like waves pounding boulders.
“I've heard a lot of things about you, but I didn't expect politeness.”
Sam blinked. “I've changed.”
“Now, that? That I heard.” The demon stepped forward, and the blue orbs where eyes should be rolled up and down. “I've met your brother.”
It was all he could do to keep from wincing. “I thought you might have.”
“Then you know who I am?”
“I have a guess.”
He wasn't bluffing about the guess. A demon with blue eyes...it wasn't a color normally seen with the damned. Blue was more divine.
The demon smiled. “Illuminate me.”
“You strike me as the fallen angel type.”
“And you wouldn't be wrong.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G.
Length: One-shot, 360 words.
Characters/Pairings: Sam, original character.
Spoilers: End of season three, sort of. Just in case, if you haven't seen the finale, don't read.
Summary: Sam encounters a new type of demon.
Notes: I wrote this with a time limit of fifteen minutes to the challenge "mythical creature or idea, the color of the ocean". That's why the ending's incomplete. I might expand this into a full story later.
Sam Winchester was rather sick of getting pinned to walls. He was beginning to think he looked like a specimen to demons, one of those ones you'd stick on a pin and put in a collection with a bunch of other pinned humans.
Of course, they seemed to think he was some sort of prize, or worse, something to be feared. That didn't tend to happen with biologists.
If he thought of the demons he'd encountered through the eye of a collector, this one was certainly a good specimen. The run-of-the-mill variety had black eyes, and he couldn't forget good ol' Yellow Eyes. Lilith had white eyes – or she rolled up her host's eyes into his or her head, whichever – and the crossroads demons preferred a red hue.
Sam had never before seen a demon with eyes as blue and deep as the ocean. Once he'd make the stupid mistake of looking the demon directly in the eyes, he couldn't tear his eyes away, and that was also abnormal.
“Hello, Sam,” the demon said. Its host was a teenage girl, but not the sort you'd see on Gossip Girl. No, this was a real teenager, rounder than TV toothpicks and speckled with acne. She was the sort of girl you'd expect to see in a high school...if her eyes weren't solid blue, anyway.
“Hi.”
The demon laughed, but it wasn't the lighthearted sort of chuckle this girl was used to. No, it sounded like waves pounding boulders.
“I've heard a lot of things about you, but I didn't expect politeness.”
Sam blinked. “I've changed.”
“Now, that? That I heard.” The demon stepped forward, and the blue orbs where eyes should be rolled up and down. “I've met your brother.”
It was all he could do to keep from wincing. “I thought you might have.”
“Then you know who I am?”
“I have a guess.”
He wasn't bluffing about the guess. A demon with blue eyes...it wasn't a color normally seen with the damned. Blue was more divine.
The demon smiled. “Illuminate me.”
“You strike me as the fallen angel type.”
“And you wouldn't be wrong.”