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SPN fic: 'Imbued' [PG]

Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Length: 466 words
Warnings/Spoilers: Mild season 1 spoilers.
Author's Notes: Written for the spnland 'Inanimately' writing contest.
Summary: John's hunt for the thing that killed Mary affecs everyone and everything around him.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Kripke.

There are tales of evil grimoires that have come to life, twisting the mind and soul of any who dared read them. Check page 72.

I’m not evil. I just know a lot about the world. It’s a dark place, full of things that want to bite and burn, strangle and devour. I know. It’s scrawled across my pages in ink, battle-tested facts and distant lore, shown in newspaper clippings and gruesome photos, smeared with John’s own blood when he reached for me with desperate hands.

The world isn’t all monsters. 185 is my favorite page. There are selkies there, gentle creatures that love the sea and humans, both. John keeps a picture of Mary tucked away in me, warm smile reminding us why we do this. And then there’s the boys.

I remember when Sammy first touched my cover, his bright young mind drawn to the forbidden. I whispered to him, and he opened me, studied my pages. I showed him, taught him what was out there, so he could help us fight. Dean is John’s soldier-son. But Sam is a scholar. I like to think of him as mine. It hurt when he left, but I knew it wasn’t forever. There’s no way Sam’s hunger for knowledge could be satisfied by the bland sliver of the truth they can offer him at Stanford.

John has spent the day poring over his notes, ignoring the Woman in White case that adorns the walls in favor of the one monster we’ve never stopped hunting. Yellow-eyes. A woman burns on the ceiling, dripping blood onto her infant son. Rumor and legend, painfully few historical details, eye-witness accounts. There’s an emerging pattern of demonic activity; not the usual mindless death and destruction, but some type of plan. And that should make it predictable. I can almost see it, almost trace John’s logic. But he’s keeping secrets, even from me. His latest records are stored in a manila folder.

John looks up, rubs his face with his hands. He should get some coffee. Or maybe some sleep. He flips me open to the next blank page, writes Dean’s name and a set of coordinates there. Circles it twice and slams me closed. Then John is moving, carrying his duffle out to the truck. He comes back in, looks in the bathroom, the dresser, under the bed; his regular check-out routine. But the walls are still covered with information from the case and, and he’s leaving me behind. That’s not …

John pauses on his way out the door and presses a hand down on my cover, firm comfort. “Dean’ll be here soon,” he mutters, and then turns and walks out the door. A key turns in the lock.

I’ll look after him for you, John. I will. I swear.


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 7th, 2010 11:42 am (UTC)
Oh, my. That is amazing. Love the journal's point of view. It's take on Sam. The way it recognizes that John is keeping secrets from it. Leaving it behind. And that last line. Awesomely different!
Apr. 7th, 2010 01:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks, tifaching! The journal's reality is entirely shaped by the hunt. Glad you enjoyed it!
Apr. 7th, 2010 02:38 pm (UTC)
This was truly awesome--there were so many excellent details in it, on Sam, on John. I still feel our places in the voting should have been switched, because this really was better than what I did. Way cool.

Apr. 8th, 2010 01:46 am (UTC)
Thanks so much, whitereflection! Your entry was fabulous and filled an urgent need in the heart of fangirls.
Apr. 7th, 2010 08:47 pm (UTC)
I love this POV. Exceptional idea, exceptionally done. Check page 72 ... LOL
Apr. 8th, 2010 01:49 am (UTC)
Thank you, dodger! Page 185 is even better!
May. 5th, 2010 02:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow. I love this unexpected POV, and the fact that even the journal needs to comfort itself by dwelling on the sweet selkie page. And I adore that John seems to anthropomorphize the journal as well, speaking as much to it as to himself at the last--of course he would, as much as they've been through together. I'd never even thought about how tough it must have been for him to leave it, and now I want to demand that Dean and Sam fill the rest of its pages with rainbows and unicorns to give the poor thing a break.
May. 6th, 2010 04:25 am (UTC)
The journal's reality is shaped by what's written on those pages, and it is one NASTY reality. I think it must have been very difficult for John to leave his journal behind for Dean. Thanks so much for teh feedback, spuffyduds!
May. 21st, 2010 03:15 am (UTC)
quite nice.

particularly the metaphors and types of speech (among others, the "bland silver of the truth").

excellent work.
May. 21st, 2010 05:15 am (UTC)
Thank you! It took me a few rewrites to nail that particular metaphor. I wanted something that couldn't possibly satisfy Sam's hunger, and a 'bland sliver of truth' fit the bill!
May. 22nd, 2010 06:53 am (UTC)

though I thought it said _bland silver of truth_...which, given the vulnerabilities of some mythical things, makes sense.

but sliver works better, yeah.
Aug. 16th, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)
your characterization of Sam? So damn awesome. "There’s no way Sam’s hunger for knowledge could be satisfied by the bland sliver of the truth they can offer him at Stanford." Is what stands out, he is the one that wants to understand, the reasons why behind everything.
Aug. 16th, 2010 09:50 am (UTC)
I agree! Sam was always curious. Not just how to kill the monster, but what it is and why it is, and how it got there. Of course, that's been a bit burnt out of him, these days.

Thanks for tehe comment!
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