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so, that Big Bang thing
I'm excited! Really! And slightly terrified, as per usual. *koff* My artist is going to be ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
electricmonk333, and seems very cool. We've had good first contact, and hopefully the rough draft I sent wasn't too horrible. We got assigned a posting date of July 20, which is a very nice, right-in-the-middle date. I like that. Especially after my epic fail last year, when I had to ask for several extensions. *is embarrassed*
Title: Out Of The Night That Covers Me
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The apocalypse was stopped at the eleventh hour, and Lucifer was forced back into his cage. But that doesn't mean there weren't casualties. Sam and Dean survived, but that doesn't mean they aren't casualties themselves. They have to learn how to deal with the loss and destruction, and how to move forward. But how do you move forward when you're mired in the past, and caught up in a web of rage and pain?
Snippet: He's inside his head, inside his body, and Lucifer's there with him. Laughing at him. Mocking him. You all think you're so wonderful, so special, so beloved. You're nothing but twisted, murderous, savage monkeys. You lie and you cheat, you steal and you whore, and then you go to church and beg forgiveness so you can do it again. You don't want forgiveness, you want forgetfulness. And you are what my father cast me out for? You're what replaced me and my brothers and sisters as the favored ones in his eyes?
Lucifer shows him his parents sobbing over an empty crib, a baby lost long before it was to be born. There was another one before you, but there couldn't be more than you and Dean, so it was gone without another thought. Just like *that*. Lucifer snaps his fingers, makes a sound like tiny bones breaking, snapping, twisting, and Sam howls with rage. Good, Sam. Good. That rage is beautiful, wonderful, it warms me through, makes me welcome. You know what I am, Sam? I am rage. I am that blackness inside you, that empty spot you've been looking forever to fill. You tried with school, you tried with Jessica. You tried with your own brother, lying with him as a man lies with a woman. Nothing fills that empty place, does it?
Sam wakes to the sound of wood splintering and cloth tearing, and the light coming on burns his eyes, makes tears spring up and slide down his face. All he can see is Lucifer's blackness around him; all he can hear is Lucifer's mocking voice, words slicing into him until he's bleeding ribbons of evil, oozing darkness that swallows him up again.
"Sam!" He hears his name, but can't connect it to anything that makes sense in his head. Over and over, just his name, Sam, Sammy, Sammy, Sam like a litany. Or a prayer. Breathless and warm, full of life and love, nothing mocking or taunting. Just pure emotion, warm and caressing. "C'mon, Sam, c'mon," and there it is again, washing over him, soothing him.
electricmonk333, and seems very cool. We've had good first contact, and hopefully the rough draft I sent wasn't too horrible. We got assigned a posting date of July 20, which is a very nice, right-in-the-middle date. I like that. Especially after my epic fail last year, when I had to ask for several extensions. *is embarrassed* Title: Out Of The Night That Covers Me
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The apocalypse was stopped at the eleventh hour, and Lucifer was forced back into his cage. But that doesn't mean there weren't casualties. Sam and Dean survived, but that doesn't mean they aren't casualties themselves. They have to learn how to deal with the loss and destruction, and how to move forward. But how do you move forward when you're mired in the past, and caught up in a web of rage and pain?
Snippet: He's inside his head, inside his body, and Lucifer's there with him. Laughing at him. Mocking him. You all think you're so wonderful, so special, so beloved. You're nothing but twisted, murderous, savage monkeys. You lie and you cheat, you steal and you whore, and then you go to church and beg forgiveness so you can do it again. You don't want forgiveness, you want forgetfulness. And you are what my father cast me out for? You're what replaced me and my brothers and sisters as the favored ones in his eyes?
Lucifer shows him his parents sobbing over an empty crib, a baby lost long before it was to be born. There was another one before you, but there couldn't be more than you and Dean, so it was gone without another thought. Just like *that*. Lucifer snaps his fingers, makes a sound like tiny bones breaking, snapping, twisting, and Sam howls with rage. Good, Sam. Good. That rage is beautiful, wonderful, it warms me through, makes me welcome. You know what I am, Sam? I am rage. I am that blackness inside you, that empty spot you've been looking forever to fill. You tried with school, you tried with Jessica. You tried with your own brother, lying with him as a man lies with a woman. Nothing fills that empty place, does it?
Sam wakes to the sound of wood splintering and cloth tearing, and the light coming on burns his eyes, makes tears spring up and slide down his face. All he can see is Lucifer's blackness around him; all he can hear is Lucifer's mocking voice, words slicing into him until he's bleeding ribbons of evil, oozing darkness that swallows him up again.
"Sam!" He hears his name, but can't connect it to anything that makes sense in his head. Over and over, just his name, Sam, Sammy, Sammy, Sam like a litany. Or a prayer. Breathless and warm, full of life and love, nothing mocking or taunting. Just pure emotion, warm and caressing. "C'mon, Sam, c'mon," and there it is again, washing over him, soothing him.
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