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walk-on parts in the war
PILOT: LOL WAT IS DIS MOOSIC. The music is the only difference as far as I can tell. How does this work, was this meant to be any kind of final draft at all, or was the music just a slapdash placemarker for less lolzy music to be put in later? Sam's walking Dean to the car after he breaks into the apartment, and there are ~ORCHESTRAL STRINGS in the background. Sam and Jess make out to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams", and the young man picks up the white lady to "99 Problems". CUTE, GUYS. Speaking of which, how YOUNG they look! Dean's eyes were like superbig.
MOST INTERESTING THOUGH, is when Sam is at that Halloween party in the beginning, and his friend said something like, "Why doesn't your family know about your pre-law successes?" and Sam replied, "Because, we're not exactly the Bradys."
:-O There he is! There's Brady! And his apparently close-knit family! What, he's totally one of those dudes that goes by his last name. Speaking of demonic possession, right:
THE RAPTURE: Was Amelia already possessed by the time they left the house?! WHEN DID SHE GET POSSESSED. WAS IT BEFORE AFTER HER GOODBYE HEARTBREAK WITH JIMMY? It's gotta be before, right, because soon after the men left, she was whaling on Claire. So AMELIA NEVER REALLY GOT TO SAY GOODBYE AT ALL. The entire time in the car, the demon was laughing at her. Her mouth is saying "I'm not going anywhere without you, Jimmy" and the demon is saying how she'll kill him nice and slow, Claire too, and asks Amelia if she knows just how much blood there is in a human body, if she'd like to see. ARGH. FOR A YEAR NOW, Amelia has been trying to get her life back on track, A YEAR, and then Jimmy comes back and holy shit and then HOLY SHIT, and the next thing she knows her husband is dying. The next thing she knows, her husband is no longer her husband and walking out of her life all over again. fjdslfsd FUCK. NOVAKS. ARGH. CAS, YOU GIANT DOUCHE. NO CLOSURE FOR ANYONE EVERRRRRRR.
Jimmy's "Can I see her?" will never not break me. ;___;
Does that mean it's... maybe it's time, maybe it's time for a mini-picspam of the collateral damage we call the Novaks?
D: #1 -- THE HUG
D: #2 -- CLAIRE USING THE COAT FOR A BLANKET
D: #3 -- POST-DEMONIC SHOWDOWN MOTHER(??)-DAUGHTER MOMENT
D: #4 -- "WE'LL CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN WE GET TO IT."
D: #5 -- "TAKE CARE OF YOUR MOM."
D: #6 -- TTYL, d00dz!
D: #7 -- Castiel has no time for little girls doubled over in shock.
D: #8 -- THE NEXT THING SHE KNOWS
Okay off to do stuff for real this time.
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/23849.html |
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A sign that would help explain his empty chair at the dinner table every night
Yes this! OMG I VERY MUCH AGREE WITH CLAIRE LOOKING FOR ANGEL PHENOMENA IN DISASTER STORIES. Bolster that with angel lore research and omg Claire. Starts asking questions about angels to their pastor, but they're some pretty weird questions... Gotta wonder how well little Claire Novak has been coping ever since her father ran off... Religion becomes less about faith and more a practical thing that might get her father back.
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I don't really see Claire taking the Jo route and getting into hunting as a way of being closer to her father and the choices he made. I think she'd be really disillusioned and bitter about what happened to her family- how her father was used and her mother broken. I could see her being more like Mary and just desperate to forget it all and be normal again. But she's too smart not to do research and try to protect herself from it.
But maybe she can't just walk away when people around her are getting hurt and she knows what's out there... and how to kill it.
Yeah, I could dig that.
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Yeah, the Novaks' faith in general, how that evolves. Because having faith seems kind of redundant once you've met angels face to face, and it turns out the angels are kind of assholes who ruin your family. The abstraction necessary to maintain worship is broken, and the divine is made too human. The Bible is now not a source of comfort, but maybe more akin to a manual or a telephone book.
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Exactly that! and for such a previously spiritual family, what do you turn to when you don't have that anymore? When the thing that's supposed to protect you turns around and destroys what you love most? The possibilities for angst!fic are never ending- and I personally, am completely okay with that.
Especially if it's peppered with harsh love and brotherly Ben moments where he forces Claire to face the fact that she likes hunting and making a difference, even if it's just for one person.
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Um. dang iiiit.
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"We get in, we get out," Claire says. "I need to be getting home." Ben loads his gun and doesn't say anything, but while she's packing he spreads out the newspaper and leaves it planted on her bed, obituaries and articles circled in red, one more step on a road they both know there's no escaping.
When he comes out of the bathroom, she's bent over it, her face a study in anger and indecision.
"Wichita's on the way," she says finally, not looking up. "I've got time for one more ghost."
They'll always have time to save one more life.
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Claire's phone rings at three in the morning. Predictably, it's Ben on the other side, chattering at approximately five hundred miles a minute, his voice shaking with something she can't quite identify.
"I have class in five hours, Ben," she interrupts him, still not sure what he's talking about, and then there's the sound of pained breathing over the phone.
"I'm in Hartford," he says, and there's something wrong with his voice, something - oh, fuck.
"What happened?" she snaps, rolling out of bed to snatch her clothes. Her roommate stirs as Ben laughs, a little hysterically, the way he always gets when he's lost just too much blood for safety.
"I've patched myself up, but I need new antibiotics and stuff," he says. "And I can't really move that well. It'll be a day or two, tops, I swear."
"I know, Ben," she says. "Don't worry, I'm coming to get you. You'll be fine. Can you keep talking to me? Don't go to sleep."
TNG FTW
Ben is safe asleep and her hands have stopped shaking. The TV is not mute, but plays at a whisper; she isn't ready for complete silence. She wants a cigarette, but she promised herself she'd quit by the end of the month and she is doing so well. Besides, cigarettes won't be doing her any favors the next time she's running away from monsters. Not that she will be. Because this is the last. She promised herself that, too. The morning will come and Claire will go back to school, finish her thesis, graduate. Ben can... do whatever it is he's been doing. He can do it without her. ("We make a great team," he grinned, pale cheeks splattered with werewolf blood.)
Ben when he sleeps usually goes all octopus and hogs all bedspace, but his injuries keep him fetal on one side, small. Claire leans against the headboard beside him, and switches between watching the TV and watching him, the white noise of the TV's mutterings and the contented breathing of the boy who taught her how to shoot a gun.
Re: TNG FTW
She does finally get a few more hours of sleep, curling up around Ben, fingers just lightly touching his shoulder so she'll know when he wakes. When she wakes up, blinking in the dim light, Ben is still sleeping. He finally stirs around 11. She's checking her phone, three texts received almost simultaneously from friends in the class she just missed, demanding to know where she is and if she's okay.
"Did I say thank-you last night?" Ben says, and she smiles down at him, flipping her phone shut. She can reassure them of her safety when she runs to get food in a few minutes.
"Inbetween some rather disturbing rambles, yes," she says. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"You don't have to stay," he says.
"You said that last time too," Claire says quietly, sitting down beside him. "I'm not going to leave you in this condition." He stretches one half of his body and then leans his forehead against her knee.
"I know," he says. "I just want you to know that you could. If you wanted to, or needed to." He's silent for a few more minutes, and then says, "How's your thesis coming?" She laughs.
"I can't even remember why I liked this subject any more," she says ruefully, and he smiles against her skin.
"You do remember liking yogurt, right?" he says. "Because that's what we're having for breakfast. At least that's what's in the fridge."
"I have a car," she says. "And I'm not hopped up on pain medication."
"No point in going anywhere if you don't have to," Ben says.
TFW TNG FTW
Maybe they're just two states over and tired after busting a nest of vampires. Maybe they need some information, or to consult some arcane tome they can't find in any library. Sometimes it's direct orders. Dean's voice over the phone grunting, "Can't be bothered to let me know you're still alive?"
Dean Winchester and his garden of dead or dying jalopies. Claire imagines this is what a vacation home would feel like, if she could afford one. It would feel like respite. They stand on the porch of Dean's rickety house in the middle of it and ring the doorbell, and Ben turns to Claire and says, "Dibs on NOT helping with the dishes."
Claire widens her eyes. "What? You can't--"
And then Dean opens the door, and his smile is as bright as anything.
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Once, at Dean's, when she was drunk and Dean twice as drunk, he smiled at her fondly and said, "You have his eyes."
Claire knew who he was talking about. It's just that Dean didn't. "Same blue," Dean said. "Really full."
Dean said, "You have his chin," grinning sloppily, and he leaned forward and tapped her chin, the gesture rough with drink. It was so strange, how this angel has colonized the image of her dad. When Dean tells stories about the old days, it usually thrills Claire to imagine her father killing angels and banishing demons with a touch, but right then and right there... maybe it was the drink, maybe it was Dean's insensitive nostalgia, but Claire grinned too wide and said, "My dad does have a pretty large chin."
Dean laughed really loud, sinking backwards in his seat. She laughed too, and then Dean was laughing into his hands, laughing with his face in his hands like people do when they can't believe how funny that joke was. Claire couldn't see his eyes, just the rictus of his mouth, his whiskey voice straining out a, "Fuuuuuuuck."
"My dad's such a dork," said Claire. "Last Thanksgiving, he burned his fingers on the turkey pan and whined for hours."
"Good ol' Jimmy, huh?" said Dean.
"What a guy," Claire agreed.
Re: TFW TNG FTW
THINGS FROM SKYPE WITH METO THAT ARE TOTALLY RELEVANT
Betsy: also, TEAM FREE WILL THE NEXT GENERATION OMGGG
Metogator: LOVE THEM WAY TOO MUCH
Betsy: THEY ARE THE AWESOMEST, OMG
Betsy: *hearts in eyes*
Betsy: AN ANTICHRIST HUNTING MONSTERS
Betsy: HE CAN SHAPE THE FABRIC OF REALITYYYYY
Betsy: BUT HE'S IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL AND THIS BOY
Metogator: JESSE/CLAIRE/BEN OTWIN!
Betsy: WHO HUSTLE POOL FOR A LIVING, AND LIVE OUT OF A CAR, AND GET DRUNK. A LOT.
Betsy: AND HE'S NOT REALLY SURE WHAT HAPPENED HERE, BUT HE THINKS HE LIKE SIT.
Betsy: *LIKES IT
Betsy: I broke my capslock!
Betsy: *shifty*
Betsy: He is not their personal Antichrist, he reminds them frequently. (Except he TOTALLY IS.)
Metogator: HE TOTALLY IS
Metogator: OMG I BET CLAIRE HAS THE MOST UNAVOIDABLE PUPPY DOG EYES EVER
Betsy: SHE DOES
Betsy: "I'm going to college," Claire tells Sam one night, very drunk, and he raises his eyebrows.
Metogator: YESSSSS
Betsy: "Of course you are," he sighs. In the silence, she wonders if he's going to try to convince her out of it, but he just shakes a memory out of his shoulders and says, "Try not to start another apocalypse. Dean would throw a bitch fit like none other. Also I think Castiel would be very upset."
ALSO ALSO
"College?" Ben says as she's packing. "Seriously?"
"Hunting's just my summer gig," she says. "I do have a real life."
"Hunting isn't a real life?" Ben says, and Claire slams her suitcase's lid down.
"No," she says. "It isn't."
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I dunno, maybe here Dean here is feeling especially fragile because he and Cas just had a fight. Or maybe he's feeling kinda guilty for having the thoughts he's repressing because goddammit Claire is like a daughter to him.
Meto has told me of your intriguing chats and omggggg OTwin and Jesse is not their personal antichrist except he is! I reckon the Apocalypse had to have done something to Jesse's powers, like dampen them or something. Mostly for our convenience, lol, 'cos we cant be having Jesse ex machina all the time. He's still pretty powerful. One time when Claire is hurt, Jesse is the only one who can get in contact with Castiel and hunt him down and demand he fixes her. "Her blood, her family's blood is yours, Cas, so you better fucking take care of her. You better take some fucking responsibility." (Castiel and Jesse still don't trust each other or like each other much.)
And Claire is fading fast, barely conscious, barely coherent, and Jesse says, "Claire, stay awake, Claire, come on. Cas is here. Say yes, okay? You have to say yes. Claire, wake up, you have to say yes. Claire--"
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that does make sense! he can't -quite- bend the fabric of reality anymore. his purpose has come and passed him by, and though he's stubborn enough to retain some of his powers he can't keep them all.
And she fights it like hell at first, as much as she can, tries to spit out words but it's mostly just blood. They can tell what she meant anyways, and none of it's polite. In the end it's the look on Ben and Jesse's faces that changes her mind, and she says yes so low they have to bend to hear her.
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Hmm. Is there any reason Castiel would want to hang out in Claire for a while, so Jesse can get angry at him some more or something? Maybe it's the first time Cas has been on earth for a while because he hasn't had a vessel. And now he has some unfinished business, as such.
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Dean calls them five minutes after Castiel vanishes in Claire's body.
"She's here," he says, and then he hangs up. Jesse scowls.
"I'm going after him," he says. "You pack up and follow." Then he's gone too, and Ben is left staring at a bed covered in Claire's blood, an empty room, and his heart skips a beat.
"What did we do?" he says softly. "Oh, Claire. I'm sorry."
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"Jesse--" Castiel begins to say.
"Don't you Jesse me," he hisses, marching straight into Castiel's space, not that the angel is one to be thrown off by such invasions. "This isn't part of the deal."
"The deal was that I save her," Castiel replies. "That I keep her alive."
"Yeah, go on and twist my words, you goddamned--"
"Kids, kids," Dean cuts in, smirking but sounding tired. "Play nice."
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"You don't have-," he says, almost uncertainly, and Jesse smiles, feral.
"You know nothing about my power," he says. It's all a huge, gigantic bluff, but Castiel can't know for certain. Jesse has always been the uncertainty, the bishop sliding slant-ways across the board with all his own plans.
"Five minutes," Dean says quietly. "Castiel needs to speak to me."
"He can do it through me," Jesse says.
"Jesse," Dean says. "He saved her life. Let him have five minutes of it."
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Dean shields his eyes as Castiel leaves Claire's body, but Jesse doesn't look away. He wants the satisfaction of seeing Castiel's departure with his own two eyes. When the light fades, Claire reels back with a gasp, and both Jesse and Dean lunge forward to steady her.
"Claire?" Jesse clutches her arms, her shoulders, lifts one hand to her cheek as her eyes try to focus. "Claire, you in there?"
"Yeah," she breathes. "Yeah."
"You okay?"
"Yeah." She smiles a brittle smile. "Castiel wouldn't hurt me, Jess. He made a promise."
"Yeah, 'cos angels are so trustworthy," Jesse replies.
Dean takes his whiskey glass off the table and offers it to her. She takes it wordlessly and downs the whole thing, then coughs.
"Atta girl," Dean says, patting her back roughly. "You'll make it."
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Re: TFW TNG FTW
<>And then Dean opens the door, and his smile is as bright as anything
HOLY FUCK DEAN SMILING HOLYYYY
Claire knew who he was talking about. It's just that Dean didn't.
the rictus of his mouth, his whiskey voice straining out a, "Fuuuuuuuck."
"Good ol' Jimmy, huh?" said Dean.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF RIGHT NOW
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I keep remembering Amelia saying, "Of course I believe in God" and Jimmy going "And angels too" and she again assents - and it gives me this giant DDD: face because THE REALITY OF IT OH MY GOD THE REALITY OF IT...