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firefly_fanficTitle: Dancing Through My Mind (Crazy Girl)
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Sam/River, Dean, Bobby
Summary: There she is (staring at me from the inside of my brain, which nowadays is rotting away) dancing through my skull like a skilled ballerina, each night sometimes making me join her with a crazy smile that goes on for ages but then again sometimes she stops altogether and scolds me like I'm a child.
Notes: Sorry I haven't done any fics lately, I've been on break and feeling bad. Anyway, hope this makes the cut and you enjoy these two crazy kids! Don't worry Sam doesn't die a horrible death, I may dislike the new him but not that much. Well, that might change after the next episode.
Warning: Season Four
Disclaimer: Not Mine
For: galorechallenge
Prompt: Vision
With all of this power (that ruins through my veins just like the red stuff that I can never forget, I need my fix) filling up every part of me, I could bring the world down on it's knees be the boy-king they all want me to be but only one thing I need to do comes to mind, save the goddamn world.
(and look like a hero while doing it)
But everything that I have now (that every good and pure thing would look down on) comes with a catch, not including the big one that hasn't happened yet becoming everything I try to fight, and that I have one of my least favorite powers back and kicking, visions.
(and this time they hurt not just my brain, which isn't getting used much anymore, but every other part of me)
-
There she is (staring at me from the inside of my brain, which nowadays is rotting away) dancing through my skull like a skilled ballerina, each night sometimes making me join her with a crazy smile that goes on for ages but then again sometimes she stops altogether and scolds me like I'm a child.
(and those are the ones I live for, finally someone telling me what a evil son of a bitch I really am)
“Are you real?”
If all of this didn't feel so very real (the beat of her feet on the ground and the feeling of her hair flicking across my cheek) I wouldn't even dare to speak out, worried that it all come to a end with one sound from me and I would be back once again thinking about it.
(it being the one thing that calms the beast I've slowly become, the one thing Ruby has over me)
“Of course, aren't we all, Sammy?”
-
Just another trip to dreamland (which I now love more then the real world) where everything I need is and everything I crave is forgotten, and along for the ride is the crazy girl that is the angel on my shoulder.
(Ruby just happens to be the devil, horns and all)
“River? Where are you?”
Instead of the small little girl, (yet strangely we're almost the same age) running to my arms doing nothing but dancing for the many hours we get each day, there was no sign of life not even the birds in the skies that once before sang for us.
(and all the animals that I saw in all those books I devoured as a child)
“Samuel Winchester, I'm not speaking to you or laying my eyes on you anymore, you bad, bad man.”
“River? Why? Where are you?”
We've had our fair amount of fights over the short (yet years in my dreamworld, missing only one thing, blood and monsters) weeks we spent together but this time it was different because I could tell that all those other times she had a tone of playfulness to her words not the anger that lined them now.
“River?”
-
For days on end instead of wishing for sleep like before I now dreaded the slowly dying world that used to be so alive with it's queen right beside me each hour of only time I was at peace.
(besides the times when all I could feel was the power of the supernatural drug, of which Ruby holds over my head)
But one night (after weeks and weeks of the same) I finally got to see her and like all the many times before the need to drink was pushed away and it would stay that way until she was out of sight.
“Sammy, still a very bad man I see?”
Instead of the playfulness I was hoping for (the one that used to be all that shined in her eyes) there was both disappointment and terror the two things that Dean always seemed to have in his as they watched me almost like I was going to put a end to the act of good and turn into the demon I was born to be.
“Bad? River, I don't know what your talking about, what did I do wrong?”
(let's just not talk about all the demon blood that ruins threw my veins at moment, more then there ever was)
“Lover, friend you've got some of that bad dripping off your lips. Lips that drink in the bad every chance they can get, greedy lips that only want bad and not the good that I give you. Bad men like you don't deserve any of my good.”
Her eyes glared holes in me (the same ones that used to shine as they pulled me into dance after dance) filled up with hate for the thing that I had become, the monster that stood before her dripping in the stuff that was driving me to my death and it was even more deadly then meth and even more addictive then any other drug known to man.
The ground that at one point was blooming with lush grass and flowers just starting to bud was now covered in nothing but the thing that was starting to take me over my body and soul (and now even my dreams and visions were overcome by the want), the blood that at one point in my life had been disgusting rather then the source of my power.
“Do you see now, Sam? Do you see what it's doing to you?”
“Yes, I've know all along, the moment I first took a drink, that it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself back then and I can't now, do you understand, River? I can't stop!”
Instead of yelling at me, screaming her lungs out or smacking some sense into me which I have been lacking for so long, all she did was dance.
But this time it wasn't one of joy (that wouldn't end until both our legs were no more) it was one of all the things I used to both hate and fear, blood, sadness, terror, and death.
“You can, you just don't want to.”
-
For the first time in the two weeks (all filled with want, want and more want) that I've been trapped like a prisoner here while they watch me suffer, dying each hour because I can't get the fix that will soon be the death of either me or my soul, I've woken from the peace of sleep even worse then when I had closed my eyes.
“We're killing him Dean! We have to let him out, let him free.”
“No! I won't let him turn into a monster, not now and not ever.”
At the word monster, the word I had once long ago feared more then anything even more then demon (which I'm on the path of becoming, becoming the one thing I hate, the one thing I hunt), I shuttered because not only did I hear Dean shout it but River, her feet dancing next to my bed, Castiel, judging eyes on my and all those that I had saved and loved in my life.
“Fine, Bobby! Let him out, let him die a monster.”
As the door began to open, the one that I had tried to break down only days ago only resulting in bleeding hands and worse pain, River was standing before it no longer in my head taking me away from the want and reminding me what it was doing to me, she was flesh and bone.
“Are you a monster Sam? Or are you the hero of the story? You can't be both.”
(those words, 'you can't be both, the hero and the monster' should have been in my head the day I started all this shit and maybe I would have said 'hell no' and put a knife in her rather then letting her take part of me away, the good part)
“Shut the door Bobby, now. I'm not going to become the villain of the story, not this time.”
“Good, good boy, Sammy.”
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Sam/River, Dean, Bobby
Summary: There she is (staring at me from the inside of my brain, which nowadays is rotting away) dancing through my skull like a skilled ballerina, each night sometimes making me join her with a crazy smile that goes on for ages but then again sometimes she stops altogether and scolds me like I'm a child.
Notes: Sorry I haven't done any fics lately, I've been on break and feeling bad. Anyway, hope this makes the cut and you enjoy these two crazy kids! Don't worry Sam doesn't die a horrible death, I may dislike the new him but not that much. Well, that might change after the next episode.
Warning: Season Four
Disclaimer: Not Mine
For: galorechallenge
Prompt: Vision
With all of this power (that ruins through my veins just like the red stuff that I can never forget, I need my fix) filling up every part of me, I could bring the world down on it's knees be the boy-king they all want me to be but only one thing I need to do comes to mind, save the goddamn world.
(and look like a hero while doing it)
But everything that I have now (that every good and pure thing would look down on) comes with a catch, not including the big one that hasn't happened yet becoming everything I try to fight, and that I have one of my least favorite powers back and kicking, visions.
(and this time they hurt not just my brain, which isn't getting used much anymore, but every other part of me)
-
There she is (staring at me from the inside of my brain, which nowadays is rotting away) dancing through my skull like a skilled ballerina, each night sometimes making me join her with a crazy smile that goes on for ages but then again sometimes she stops altogether and scolds me like I'm a child.
(and those are the ones I live for, finally someone telling me what a evil son of a bitch I really am)
“Are you real?”
If all of this didn't feel so very real (the beat of her feet on the ground and the feeling of her hair flicking across my cheek) I wouldn't even dare to speak out, worried that it all come to a end with one sound from me and I would be back once again thinking about it.
(it being the one thing that calms the beast I've slowly become, the one thing Ruby has over me)
“Of course, aren't we all, Sammy?”
-
Just another trip to dreamland (which I now love more then the real world) where everything I need is and everything I crave is forgotten, and along for the ride is the crazy girl that is the angel on my shoulder.
(Ruby just happens to be the devil, horns and all)
“River? Where are you?”
Instead of the small little girl, (yet strangely we're almost the same age) running to my arms doing nothing but dancing for the many hours we get each day, there was no sign of life not even the birds in the skies that once before sang for us.
(and all the animals that I saw in all those books I devoured as a child)
“Samuel Winchester, I'm not speaking to you or laying my eyes on you anymore, you bad, bad man.”
“River? Why? Where are you?”
We've had our fair amount of fights over the short (yet years in my dreamworld, missing only one thing, blood and monsters) weeks we spent together but this time it was different because I could tell that all those other times she had a tone of playfulness to her words not the anger that lined them now.
“River?”
-
For days on end instead of wishing for sleep like before I now dreaded the slowly dying world that used to be so alive with it's queen right beside me each hour of only time I was at peace.
(besides the times when all I could feel was the power of the supernatural drug, of which Ruby holds over my head)
But one night (after weeks and weeks of the same) I finally got to see her and like all the many times before the need to drink was pushed away and it would stay that way until she was out of sight.
“Sammy, still a very bad man I see?”
Instead of the playfulness I was hoping for (the one that used to be all that shined in her eyes) there was both disappointment and terror the two things that Dean always seemed to have in his as they watched me almost like I was going to put a end to the act of good and turn into the demon I was born to be.
“Bad? River, I don't know what your talking about, what did I do wrong?”
(let's just not talk about all the demon blood that ruins threw my veins at moment, more then there ever was)
“Lover, friend you've got some of that bad dripping off your lips. Lips that drink in the bad every chance they can get, greedy lips that only want bad and not the good that I give you. Bad men like you don't deserve any of my good.”
Her eyes glared holes in me (the same ones that used to shine as they pulled me into dance after dance) filled up with hate for the thing that I had become, the monster that stood before her dripping in the stuff that was driving me to my death and it was even more deadly then meth and even more addictive then any other drug known to man.
The ground that at one point was blooming with lush grass and flowers just starting to bud was now covered in nothing but the thing that was starting to take me over my body and soul (and now even my dreams and visions were overcome by the want), the blood that at one point in my life had been disgusting rather then the source of my power.
“Do you see now, Sam? Do you see what it's doing to you?”
“Yes, I've know all along, the moment I first took a drink, that it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself back then and I can't now, do you understand, River? I can't stop!”
Instead of yelling at me, screaming her lungs out or smacking some sense into me which I have been lacking for so long, all she did was dance.
But this time it wasn't one of joy (that wouldn't end until both our legs were no more) it was one of all the things I used to both hate and fear, blood, sadness, terror, and death.
“You can, you just don't want to.”
-
For the first time in the two weeks (all filled with want, want and more want) that I've been trapped like a prisoner here while they watch me suffer, dying each hour because I can't get the fix that will soon be the death of either me or my soul, I've woken from the peace of sleep even worse then when I had closed my eyes.
“We're killing him Dean! We have to let him out, let him free.”
“No! I won't let him turn into a monster, not now and not ever.”
At the word monster, the word I had once long ago feared more then anything even more then demon (which I'm on the path of becoming, becoming the one thing I hate, the one thing I hunt), I shuttered because not only did I hear Dean shout it but River, her feet dancing next to my bed, Castiel, judging eyes on my and all those that I had saved and loved in my life.
“Fine, Bobby! Let him out, let him die a monster.”
As the door began to open, the one that I had tried to break down only days ago only resulting in bleeding hands and worse pain, River was standing before it no longer in my head taking me away from the want and reminding me what it was doing to me, she was flesh and bone.
“Are you a monster Sam? Or are you the hero of the story? You can't be both.”
(those words, 'you can't be both, the hero and the monster' should have been in my head the day I started all this shit and maybe I would have said 'hell no' and put a knife in her rather then letting her take part of me away, the good part)
“Shut the door Bobby, now. I'm not going to become the villain of the story, not this time.”
“Good, good boy, Sammy.”