Reflection
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ultraviolet9a>> Reflection
TITLE: Reflection
AUTHOR: ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: maybe a very, very, very mild one for 2.21. And some generic for season 1.
ultraviolet9aSPOILER: maybe a very, very, very mild one for 2.21. And some generic for season 1.
GENRE:Gen
CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean Winchester, the Metallicar
SUMMARY: uh… In which the Winchesters try catoptromancy (mirror gazing, scrying) and bring a whole new meaning to the Snow-white fairytale. Among others. If Disney could see them now… *facepalm* Also? It somehow evolved in an ending I didn’t expect. And didn’t plan. Not really. Huh. But I guess the Impala is a Winchester after all.
RATING: PG-13. I like cussing.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Damn you, Kripke. As if it wasn’t enough that you owned them, you just had to own my heart too. (i.e. what I own is the writing and the plot here, but the general concept and characters aren’t mine, so I’m not making any money, I’m just having fun.)
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: Damn you, Kripke. As if it wasn’t enough that you owned them, you just had to own my heart too. (i.e. what I own is the writing and the plot here, but the general concept and characters aren’t mine, so I’m not making any money, I’m just having fun.)
NOTE: For the found_fic_spnchallenge 2 “The Mirror is not working”
found_fic_spnchallenge 2 “The Mirror is not working”NOTE2: For Labseraph, who’s never anonymous, is always there and has mighty good two cents.
“Why are we doing this again?” Sam says huffing.
“We’re trying to hone your freaky ESP abilities,” Dean replies serenely. “And since it was your idea, you can shut your cakehole. Now focus. Try to visualize the winning numbers for the horse race, blind boy.”
“Dean,” Sam says. “You’re not helping.”
“Fine, I won’t talk anymore.”
“That’d be a first.”
There’s a whumping sound as Dean slaps the top of his brother’s head.
“Ouch! You know what?” Sam says removing the blindfold. “I’m sick of this. Clearly the mirror isn’t working.”
Dean props the small mirror back down.
“Well, it is one of the most popular methods, Sam. You place the mirror behind a boy’s or girl’s head and...stuff are supposed to happen. Visiony stuff.”
“Well,” Sam says blinking, then rubbing his eyes. “Stuff haven’t been happening for the last three hours. I guess it’s safe to say that it won’t work.”
“Can’t imagine why,” Dean ponders. “I mean you fit all bills.”
“Do I?”
“Sure.” Dean ticks off with this fingers. “You are a girl, purity is supposed to help and you qualify as a virgin and of course, you’re a freak.”
Sam purses his mouth. Dean flashes his brightest grin.
Then Sam grabs his head and Dean’s grin is replaced by worry.
“What, Sammy?”
“I just had a vision,” he winces. “Dean, you’re going to get hurt.”
“How? When?”
There’s a loud thudding noise as Sam smacks the back of Dean’s head.
“On the head. Now.” He smiles sunnily. “Jeez, Dean, the mirror is working after all.”
Dean rubs the back of his head.
“Bitch! That was sneaky! Girl-sneaky.”
Sam shakes his head and sprawls on the bed.
“I’m sick of being the guinea pig, Dean. We’ve tried bibliomancy, capnomancy, ceromancy, hemomancy, floromancy and a zillion other methods ending in –mancy, and nothing is working. I don’t think catoptromancy will either. I think my visions are gonna come when they want to come. I can’t force them.”
“There’s one more method with mirrors,” Dean says shoving his hands in his pockets. He’s pacing. “We can try that before we give up.”
“Dean…”
“Later. When the moon is out, alright?”
There’s the cringe of springs as Dean lays on his own bed.
They are silent for a while.
“Dude,” Sam says, disbelief in every syllable. “Are…are you admiring yourself in the mirror?!”
“No, dude, I’m practicing my funny faces. Chicks love them.”
“Dean…ah…just…”
“What, you thought I’d go all Mirror Mirror on the wall? Like we don’t know the answer already.”
“We do?”
“Of course. I am the most handsome of them all.”
“I believe the rhyme goes fairest of them all. And you’re a real poster boy for modesty, you know that?”
“Well, I am the most handsome. You would be the fairiest of them all.”
“Fairiest?”
Dean gives him a shit-eating grin.
“You know…the most fairy of them all.”
Sam slides the pillow away from his nape and presses it against his face. His voice comes out muffled.
“Just…shut up. Snow-white.”
“Looking in the mirror would actually make me the Evil Witch.”
“Now who’s the fairiest, huh?”
“You know,” Dean muses, letting the mirror on the night table. He turns on his side to look at Sam. “The Evil Witch was actually hotter than Snow-white if you think about it.”
Sam takes the pillow off and looks at his brother in utter disbelief.
“Why would I ever think about it? Why would anyone think about it, Dean? Ever?”
“Seriously, dude. She flaunted her sexuality. Snow-white was a hypocrite. Singing all day long? In a house with seven dwarves? P-lease. Wasn’t exactly like the undriven snow, if you know what I mean. I know that type. She was kinda hot though.”
Now Sam’s pillow is around his ears.
“Dean. She is a cartoon!”
“So? Mangas are cartoons. Never watched manga porn before?”
“No!”
“Thaaat’s right. You like your porn to be as real as possible.”
“Dude!”
“Like that time I walked in on… Hey!”
Sam’s aim is true as always and the pillow finds its mark.
****
Dean’s already up. He moves the curtain aside, looks at a round silver disc in the sky. Perfect timing. Then he goes to shake his brother and Sam wakes up with a gasp.
“You ok, Sammy?”
He doesn’t look ok. He sits up rubbing his arms.
“Yeah…I just…”
“What? Come on, man.” Dean sits beside his brother. “You got this weird expression. Talk to me.”
“I had this weird dream. That I was in a crystal coffin in a mine. And you and Dad were there. And Bobby. And Jess. And other people that I don’t remember or recognize. And the demon was there in front of a mirror and he was laughing. And I was dead. And it was…weird.”
“Sam,” Dean says. “That was our Snow-white talk. And the mirror. That’s all. Cuz, Sammy…that’s not going to happen. I’m not going to let it happen. End of story. Alright?”
Sam nods.
“Alright. Dean…thanks, man.”
Dean’s eyes twinkle. His shoulders start shaking.
“What?”
“Dude…you made the yellow eyed demon a girl.”
“Oh…huh.”
“And if I hadn’t woken you up you’d have been kissed by a prince in your dream. And that, Sammy, would have made you a princess. Which is something I’ve been saying for years.”
“But since you woke me up that would make you the prince?”
“Well, I’m a regular prince charming alright. You’re just a princess.”
“Does this mean you had the urge to kiss me, oh fairiest of them all?”
“Dude! That’s just…gross. I’d rather kiss a frog.”
“And I’m sure you already have the benefit of that experience, Dean.”
Dean puts his fingers on his temples.
“I think I need two months of intense therapy to get rid of that visual. Thank you, Sam.”
“So it’s alright only if you make the wisecracks.”
“Exactly. Cuz I’m actually good at them.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch. Now come on. We can’t lose the moon.”
****
The moon seems brighter outside, away from the artificial lights of the town. It hovers and domineers over everything. The Impala looks supernaturally smooth dyed in it, but both are leaning against it, so they can’t see it.
“We got better chances with this one,” Dean says. “Remember what Missouri said?”
“To catch the moonlight.”
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
The mirror is small and round. The moon in it is like a circle within a circle. It’s beautiful. But there is no blood on it.
“Dude, what exactly are we asking for?” Dean says. Sam shrugs.
“How the future will play out?”
“Do you see any answers?”
“Not really. But it doesn’t surprise me a bit.”
“Why not?”
“After the things we did when we killed Bloody Mary? Are you kidding me? It holds a grudge against us. All mirrors do.”
“Heh,” Dean grins. “Well…Missouri seems to believe this gig. Let’s try it out some more, alright?”
So they do. They do till the moon moves and the mirror has to follow it’s cycle. Till the air becomes more crisp.
“Mirror’s still not working,” Sam says. “Come on, Dean. There’s nothing to hone. I guess my visions got a mind of their own.”
Dean opens his door and Sam moves to walk to the other side, when he stops dead in his track.
“Sam…” Dean says. “Sammy…what’s going on?”
Sam points a shaky finger at the hood of the Impala. Dean crosses the distance in zero time. Moonlight is reflected on the dark hood. The moon looks distorted on the car’s curves.
“What? Sammy, what?”
“You can’t see it?”
“Can’t see what? Sam, if this is one of your jokes I swear I’ll…”
“No joke. Gimme a pencil and a piece of paper. Quick.”
Dean doesn’t doubt it. Hands them to his brother as fast as he can, and in the night in the middle of nowhere, watches Sam furiously scribble and draw.
When Sam ends the piece of paper holds what looks like a seal of an ouroboros. Characters are drawn around it. Inside it. They remind Dean vaguely of Persian.
“Thessalian witches caught the rays of the moon in a mirror. What you wanted to know appeared in characters of blood in the reflection of the moon in the mirror,” Sam says. “This…” he points at the paper, “was at the hood of the Impala in dark red. Like blood.”
“What is it?” Dean asks. He can’t hide the awe in his voice.
“I’m not sure. I think…I think… I think it’s kind of like a Devil’s Trap. Except it doesn’t trap demons.”
“What does it trap then?”
“Life,” Sam says. “I think it’s supposed to be a protection seal.”
“Like… the Phoenix? Regeneration?”
“I’m not sure. I think so. We got to ask Bobby.”
“We will,” Dean says. He takes the piece of paper, leans against the hood of the Impala, draws a new copy. Folds it and puts it in his breast pocket. His palm, warm and tender, stays on the Impala’s metal.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers and his hand strokes the surface. “That’s my girl.”
Sam takes the original drawing and tucks it in the journal. He lets his own hand lean against the car awkwardly.
“Good work,” he says. It’s the first time he’s ever spoken to the car and he feels like an idiot but he thinks he owes her (it, dammit, it) that. Dean’s grin outshines the moon.
“I knew you were just playing it hard to get, man. She’s got you though. My girl’s a real charmer. Got her ways from me.”
This time Sam does roll his eyes so much they almost show white.
“Get in, princess,” Dean says.
“Whatever you say, Snow-white.”
They don’t say anything else as Dean helps the Impala find its way in the night.
The ouroboros feels warm against his breast. He watches the miles unfold under the moonlight and thinks of them as allies. Wonders if Sam knows how he cheated a bit, cuz he never asked to see how the future plays out.
Dean’s like his dad. Smart. Can see stuff coming, and sometimes they’re just grim. So he knows how things could go. Fears it.
All Dean ever asked for is how to keep Sammy safe.
For just a moment a cloud covers the moon and the headlights seem stronger. But Dean doesn’t notice. Now and then he touches his breast pocket in flimsy quick moves thinking how after they talk with Bobby, it’s about high time they both had a tattoo.
-The End.
SIDENOTE:kimonkey7, there is one more written story about the same prompt and one more as plot bunny (can’t make the deadline for those). And those plot bunnies triggered two more plot bunnies. But did I mention how it’s ALL.YOUR.FAULT? Argh.
kimonkey7, there is one more written story about the same prompt and one more as plot bunny (can’t make the deadline for those). And those plot bunnies triggered two more plot bunnies. But did I mention how it’s ALL.YOUR.FAULT? Argh. SIDENOTE2: I researched for this fic. The mirror rituals I didn’t make up. Except for it working on the hood of the Impala. And the seal. Which should totally happen one way or the other because, Mr. Kripke, I can’t break any more. Alright?
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Date: 2007-05-17 01:14 pm (UTC)I love that it was the Impala who showed Sam the way, and him talking to her.
Love!
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Date: 2007-05-17 02:17 pm (UTC)Good use of the prompt. I had no idea about all of the mirror rituals. Wacky!
Favorite lines:
“I just had a vision,” he winces. “Dean, you’re going to get hurt.”
“How? When?”
There’s a loud thudding noise as Sam smacks the back of Dean’s head.
*snickers* I’m with [Bad username or site: “hiyacynth” @ livejournal.com]: the show should totally have Sam do this to Dean sometime.
Never watched manga porn before?”
“No!”
“Thaaat’s right. You like your porn to be as real as possible.”
LOL!
Nicely done. :)
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Date: 2007-05-17 02:23 pm (UTC)And yeah, I'd love it if they had a scene like that, with Sam just making fun of his visions instead of emo-ing over them. Though he looks good emo-ing. Way too good. *cough*
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:14 pm (UTC)Yes metallicar is a winchester, she rules!
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Date: 2007-05-18 04:20 pm (UTC)And thank you. I think subconsciously it was my wishful thinking that brought this end.
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Date: 2007-05-18 04:21 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-05-18 01:10 am (UTC)So fun, so nice, so perfect. Saving this to mems! Thanks for sharing!
Cheers ~
Erin
*who actualy finds catoptromancy scary, because mirrors kinda freak me out ...*
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Date: 2007-05-19 03:58 am (UTC)LOL! I'll have to remember that, and pet and snuggle them more often. *G*
~ Erin
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Date: 2007-05-18 04:32 pm (UTC)I'm kind of hoping to watch 2.22 tonight. I'm afraid though. Honestly, the SPN team has me all twisted up in knots.
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Date: 2007-05-18 11:08 am (UTC)Perfect after the *choke* *gasp* *oh noes* fest that was AHBL part deux.
Thank you.
-Labseraph
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Date: 2007-05-18 04:34 pm (UTC)I still haven't watched 2.22. I'm kinda scared, you know? *sigh* I will watch tonight though.
And well...how much can a girl angst anyway, no? :) I did wipe out the earth this one time, and killed off people, so hey. Time to mend my karma. ;)
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Date: 2007-05-19 01:04 am (UTC)Yay!!! I love that you love to play...and I love that you're growing lots of ideas in that strange and wonderful head of yours. :)
I'm totally with a bunch of others who said the vision fake by Sam really belongs in an ep. Brilliant. Made me giggle with delight.
Sorry it took me so long to get around to reading, but between work and ep 2X22...OMG.
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-05-19 07:42 am (UTC)Also? Don't worry about reading immediately or whatever. Real life is real life, honey. And 2.22 is 2.22. *hugs 2.22*
But I'm glad you did. *hugs you*
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Date: 2007-05-20 05:37 pm (UTC)Loved this!! The banter was spot-on. Sam's fake vision...priceless and I'm considering it canon. Because we all know he did use that on Dean. Kripke and co just didn't see it happen.
Thanks to all those mirror rituals I'll probably never look at a mirror in quite the same way again. LOL!
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Date: 2007-05-21 03:56 pm (UTC)And yes, Sam's fake vision seems to work quite well, doesn't it?
And yes, researching for fics is interesting, cuz you stumble upon things you never thought of!
Am so glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2007-05-21 01:09 pm (UTC)Ah okay the fic, where to start, I was snickering and giggling all over the place, I love this kind of crack that still makes you feel like you want to tuck away the boys so nothing and nobody will hurt them again.
*flails*
Your bantering Winchester are made of the awesome.
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Date: 2007-05-21 03:59 pm (UTC)And moi? Slaying? I'm the slayer? Does this mean I'll have two hot vampires like Angel and Spike drooling after me? (I can dream, right? :) )
Your brain *OMG!fangirls her* (is your brain female? *I know moot question...*). *fangirls you back cuz you rockpaperscissor* (I don't know what gender my brain is. I think my brain is an Inner Child brain.)
And bantering Winchesters are still Winchesters. That need to be tucked and petted and protected and nurtured *pets boys*. I'm with you on that one. :)
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