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firefly_fanficTitle: Monster's Strange Angel
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: River/Sam, Dean, Bobby
Spoilers: Season Four
Setting: River is in Sam's head and in his dreams during the whole rehab period.
Summary: “Drink deep, monster, or you'll never be filled. Drink the evil in, Sammy-boy, right before my eyes.”
Note: A sequel to Dancing Through My Mind (Crazy Girl). I was only going to write the quote at the top and take a break (since I just finished a Heroes fic a moment ago) but then I wrote the whole thing! lol. Anyway, thanks for requesting them I'm starting to love these two a whole lot!
Prompt: 68. Pieces of you, Waiting Room
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xfirefly9x, 10_hurt_comfort, theechochorus
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Drink deep, monster, or you'll never be filled. Drink the evil in, Sammy-boy, right before my eyes.”
Each set of their judging eyes are locked on me ('monster' being said in all their minds and my own) watching and waiting for me slip up, so they can hunt the evil thing I've become, and at any moment it's all going to crumble to pieces.
“Go head Sammy, drink deep, it's okay, you need it.”
Both River and Ruby surround me, hands filled deep with the thing that will be the death of me, and each and every time this never ending dream always ends the same.
I drink deep (ripping Ruby apart until she doesn't have a drop left) but most of all I fail, fail Dean, and fail River.
(and those eyes of hers scream 'monster')
-
“Open the door! River, please I can't take this anymore!”
My body is screaming, suffering for something so wrong (something the old me wouldn't fall victim to) and vile but since the start of all this I need more then anything in the whole goddamn world and I'm all but ready to trade my life for it.
(the thing that lives deep within me, always has since the very start but now it's finally waking up)
“I never thought you'd be this weak, letting an addiction take over your body and soul (which is going to hell and never coming back), Sammy. You can do this, become who you were when I loved you once again. The end is not fair away, my boy, just a while longer and you'll be set free.”
If it weren't for her, the one that dances around in both my mind and in the small space of my prison (the one that I need to rid myself of this demon), it would have won long ago and I would be past the point of no return.
(my already twisted soul would have been damned right from the start)
“I will do this, River, I will not let myself become a monster, for you. It's all for you.”
-
“Dean, we have let him out. He's going crazy in there and not just because of the detox, he's starting to see things. And who in the hell is River?”
The name 'River' (which for some strange reason I seem to know like a old friend) is something I've heard from Sam before this day, in his sleep (dreaming of demon blood and River Tam), nightmares, dreams, and day-dreams filled with her and her alone.
And if that's all he needs, a guardian angel on his side (for me Cas has become just that), to come back to us I can't complain a damn bit.
“Who ever she is, in his mind or not, I like her. She's got him sticking this out, she's trying just like me to stop him from becoming a monster, let's just leave it at that.”
-
Both my body and mind tried to play tricks on me (mother-dearest with gentle hands), trying to pull me into the darkness, trying to make me think that this wrong thing was oh-so right but only thing that wasn't a trick was her.
(her who has looked after me far before this point, where I got ready to either find salvation or the fires of hell toasty and warm just for me)
“They are your demons, feeding off you like leeches. Sam, don't look at them, just look at me and me alone.”
And for the first time she touched me (besides those many days with dancing until our feet gave out), laid her hands on me and in that second I never wanted her to ever let me go (stay comforting me until we're both dust) and I finally got the hope that I hadn't had for so long.
(the hope that was dashed from day one, when mother burst into flames, and yet again it was turned to ash along with Jess)
But instead of letting me go (taking away those slender fingers, and those lips that kiss my forehead) to go back to watching as I suffered, as I kept giving up and regaining hope at the same time, she was there until the very end.
“I won't let you go, Sammy, until I know it's really you that it's no longer the monster inside. So don't you worry.”
And just like she said she was there until the days finally came to a slow end (always going a little faster with her arms around me, with those healing lips touching mine), when I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, the one that has been dark for so long, and the monster was defeated.
(and in dreams to come we have monster's head on a stick, the thing I would have become without her)
“Told you so, Sammy, that you'd become the man I loved once again, told you so, and now it's time to dance.”
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: River/Sam, Dean, Bobby
Spoilers: Season Four
Setting: River is in Sam's head and in his dreams during the whole rehab period.
Summary: “Drink deep, monster, or you'll never be filled. Drink the evil in, Sammy-boy, right before my eyes.”
Note: A sequel to Dancing Through My Mind (Crazy Girl). I was only going to write the quote at the top and take a break (since I just finished a Heroes fic a moment ago) but then I wrote the whole thing! lol. Anyway, thanks for requesting them I'm starting to love these two a whole lot!
Prompt: 68. Pieces of you, Waiting Room
For:
xfirefly9x, 10_hurt_comfort, theechochorusDisclaimer: Not Mine.
“Drink deep, monster, or you'll never be filled. Drink the evil in, Sammy-boy, right before my eyes.”
Each set of their judging eyes are locked on me ('monster' being said in all their minds and my own) watching and waiting for me slip up, so they can hunt the evil thing I've become, and at any moment it's all going to crumble to pieces.
“Go head Sammy, drink deep, it's okay, you need it.”
Both River and Ruby surround me, hands filled deep with the thing that will be the death of me, and each and every time this never ending dream always ends the same.
I drink deep (ripping Ruby apart until she doesn't have a drop left) but most of all I fail, fail Dean, and fail River.
(and those eyes of hers scream 'monster')
-
“Open the door! River, please I can't take this anymore!”
My body is screaming, suffering for something so wrong (something the old me wouldn't fall victim to) and vile but since the start of all this I need more then anything in the whole goddamn world and I'm all but ready to trade my life for it.
(the thing that lives deep within me, always has since the very start but now it's finally waking up)
“I never thought you'd be this weak, letting an addiction take over your body and soul (which is going to hell and never coming back), Sammy. You can do this, become who you were when I loved you once again. The end is not fair away, my boy, just a while longer and you'll be set free.”
If it weren't for her, the one that dances around in both my mind and in the small space of my prison (the one that I need to rid myself of this demon), it would have won long ago and I would be past the point of no return.
(my already twisted soul would have been damned right from the start)
“I will do this, River, I will not let myself become a monster, for you. It's all for you.”
-
“Dean, we have let him out. He's going crazy in there and not just because of the detox, he's starting to see things. And who in the hell is River?”
The name 'River' (which for some strange reason I seem to know like a old friend) is something I've heard from Sam before this day, in his sleep (dreaming of demon blood and River Tam), nightmares, dreams, and day-dreams filled with her and her alone.
And if that's all he needs, a guardian angel on his side (for me Cas has become just that), to come back to us I can't complain a damn bit.
“Who ever she is, in his mind or not, I like her. She's got him sticking this out, she's trying just like me to stop him from becoming a monster, let's just leave it at that.”
-
Both my body and mind tried to play tricks on me (mother-dearest with gentle hands), trying to pull me into the darkness, trying to make me think that this wrong thing was oh-so right but only thing that wasn't a trick was her.
(her who has looked after me far before this point, where I got ready to either find salvation or the fires of hell toasty and warm just for me)
“They are your demons, feeding off you like leeches. Sam, don't look at them, just look at me and me alone.”
And for the first time she touched me (besides those many days with dancing until our feet gave out), laid her hands on me and in that second I never wanted her to ever let me go (stay comforting me until we're both dust) and I finally got the hope that I hadn't had for so long.
(the hope that was dashed from day one, when mother burst into flames, and yet again it was turned to ash along with Jess)
But instead of letting me go (taking away those slender fingers, and those lips that kiss my forehead) to go back to watching as I suffered, as I kept giving up and regaining hope at the same time, she was there until the very end.
“I won't let you go, Sammy, until I know it's really you that it's no longer the monster inside. So don't you worry.”
And just like she said she was there until the days finally came to a slow end (always going a little faster with her arms around me, with those healing lips touching mine), when I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, the one that has been dark for so long, and the monster was defeated.
(and in dreams to come we have monster's head on a stick, the thing I would have become without her)
“Told you so, Sammy, that you'd become the man I loved once again, told you so, and now it's time to dance.”