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11 June 2007 @ 11:58 pm
Supernatural Fic: Sleep My Child  
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Title: Sleep My Child
Pairing/Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2
Summary: After it's all over Dean is dead on his feet and wants nothing but to sleep
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


It hits him on the interstate - a bone crushing weariness born of months, years, a lifetime of hunting the demon that stole his life.

Now it's over.

Sam senses his strength ebbing and puts a hand on his shoulder, as if to offer what little he has left. That's all Dean needs to manage that last mile until yet another anonymous motel off another lonely highway emerges from the black of night, all flickering neon and peeling paint. Disneyland holds less appeal than a simple place to hang up his guns for the night and sleep the sleep of the dead.

There may be hundreds of demons to hunt, but he's earned one night of rest.

Maybe two. He's that tired.

A voice nags in the back of his mind, all lipstick sweet and saccharin mocking, that he only has 365 days left. He shouldn't waste one on sleeping. If she wasn’t already there he'd tell the voice to go to Hell.

But Sam's hand is on his shoulder, firm and alive, and somehow he believes that the loophole will save him. He can't weasel out of the deal, but the demon never said that someone else couldn't get him out.

He pulls into the nearly deserted parking lot, taking up two spaces because if he's earned a rest his baby sure has earned two damn spaces for all the hard miles she's done for him.

Her throttle falls back to a purr before he cuts the ignition and sits for a second in blissful silence. He could almost sleep here, if not for Sam nudging him and opening his door.

The brisk night air is bracing, waking him up enough to shuffle into the motel office.
Sam asks for the room and Dean pays in cash. He needs to not have to worry that the Feds will trace one of their fake credit cards. They may not have much cash left at this point, but if it buys him a night of peace, it's a worthy investment.

They pass the car on the way to their room and while Dean almost couldn't care at this point, Sam makes him hand over the keys so he can get their bags. His reflexes are still good enough that he easily catches the duffle bag Sam tosses at him, but he makes an annoyed face at his brother. Chastened, Sam brings the rest of the bags himself and for once Dean doesn't feel guilty about letting his little brother do most of the work. He just sold his fucking soul for Sam. A little manual labor is not much to expect in gratitude.

The motel room door sticks and he's about to curse under his breath when it opens.

The room is clean, spacious, dark and dead quiet. Perfect.

He manages to shed his jacket before he falls on the bed face first.

He's like a rock, a two-ton slab of granite on that bed. He feels like he might never move again.

He feels Sam unlacing his boots and he could almost cry. It's the nicest thing his brother could do for him right now. He adjusts the pillow under his head as the last boot falls away and his eyelashes flutter once, twice, then close.

The bed is like his mother's arms embracing him, welcoming him, lulling him into sleep. He vaguely hears Sam let out a long sigh as he collapses on the bed opposite his, but he's fading fast and nothing will stop the freight train of sleep speeding towards him now.

In the gray area between consciousness and unconsciousness he feels the warmth of a large hand stroking his hair, soothing him, and then a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Sleep my child," comes his mother's voice.

"We'll be watching over you," says his father.

A grateful tear falls from Dean's eye and a second later he is asleep.

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 12th, 2007 07:14 am (UTC)
Confession
I confess I almost made this songfic and I don't like songfic!

The title comes from the amazing song Death Whispered a Lullaby by Opeth that you must go and listen to right now.

Go on, I'll wait.

/hums the tune/

Okay, isn't that amazing? Now go read the lyrics.

I'll be right here when you get back.

/files nails/

Now isn't that song tailor made for the SPN fandom?

Actually, I found the song because it was used in Criminal Minds!
(End of Fisher King Part 1.)

Go figure.

I fell in love with it and think that it's amazing.

I even mentioned Opeth in a previous Confession for a Numb3rs fic I wrote named after one of their albums - My Arms Your Hearse.

Tonight though, when I thought I might spend an hour or so knocking out a bit of SPN fic before bed, the chorus 'sleep my child' got into my head and I imagined Dean, road weary and mentally exhausted finally getting to go to sleep after all he's been through.

I figured after all the hell he's been through the least I could do was have his loving parents send him off into slumber now that they are together again.

I confess writing this fic made me cry. That almost never happens. I wish I could have someone send me off to sleep with a 'there there now stop your turning and tossing'.

But that's a whole other song...

I confess there is something I am not saying about why this fic made me cry.

Despite how long these confessions can get, there are some things that will remain secret...

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
T.: dean rock bottommonkeyfun1 on June 12th, 2007 08:04 am (UTC)
Even though the daemon or as he is lovingly referred to (YED) has been after Sam and the show kind of centers itself around the idea of the story of the "special" children like Sam; I find Dean the more tragic character. He is the one who seems to give up everything and most often get very little in return. He has this fierce loyalty for his family and has literally driven him to his apparent death.
I know there will be a "loophole" or something else that will save him, there has to be; Dean is the hero, tragic or not.
This snippet is heart wrenching in it's telling. It is what one would hope for someone like Dean. That there are apparent angels watching over him. Perhaps even his own mother and father... the father that he fought so hard to help out of the very bowels of hell.
Brava Emma. Brava!
T
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 12th, 2007 11:44 pm (UTC)
I totally agree on the Dean front. I even love that icon. (Logovo uses it as her default.) Sam annoys me. Dean is my hero. /smiles/

Sam knew no other way of life than how they grew up. Dean knew and loved his mom. He had a big house and a family who loved him. He's the one who had it all ripped away forever. He didn't just lose his mother, he lost his father to hunting and revenge. Trust me. Dean will get out of his contract even if the show does not get renewed for a fourth season. Kripke is not THAT evil. No. NONONONONO.

The end of the show was so dramatic and touching with John and all. I think Dean had pretty much hit his limit of things that could happen in a 24 hour period: Sam, YED, his dad? Poor guy. He really did need to rest and to have the spirits of his parents keeping watch was the best gift I could think of to give him.

That and Sam taking off his boots for him. He can be a self-centered jerk at times, but that was one thing I figured he could do that was totally selfless and caring.

Thank you hon!

/hugs/
(I am a rainwalker)ultraviolet9a on June 12th, 2007 03:24 pm (UTC)
I liked the concept and how you built the words around it. The thought of his parents watching over him is comforting.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 12th, 2007 11:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I am very much a Dean girl and after all the hell he went though, including consigning his eternal soul to Hell itself, he deserved a break and a single happy moment even if it was bittersweet.
Heatheraslin on June 12th, 2007 07:21 pm (UTC)
I you like Angel and Supernatural....
Here is a wonderful fic.....

Daddy Can I Watch


A bit disturbing, but hot anyways
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 12th, 2007 11:34 pm (UTC)
Re: I you like Angel and Supernatural....
Weirdness. Definitely an excuse for PWP as they say. LOL!

No John though. /frowns/
Becky: SPM Aim to Misbehaveewanspotter on June 15th, 2007 05:18 am (UTC)
John and Mary and... Dean... and, oh.

Lovely, lovely story.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 05:31 am (UTC)
Thank you so much.

It really did make me cry to write this. I would love to see Jensen et al act this out on the screen. I'd probably lose it. It was hard enough to see JDM at the end of the finale. So touching, the love in the Winchester family...
Becky: SPN Maindroidewanspotter on June 15th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
I'd really love to see John and Mary interact. We saw "normal" them in the pilot, but after everything John's been through, to see him finally be with Mary again... that makes my heart hurt. Damn fictional characters and their angst!

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 06:44 am (UTC)
I have had it in my head for a while to write John and Mary's reunion in the great beyond. It kind of reminds me of that movie, What Dreams May Come.

So yes, after all John has been through, I could just imagine how emotional their reunion would be.

Oh damn, now I am really going to have to write it...

It's already making me wibble...
Becky: SPN Amusedewanspotter on June 15th, 2007 06:47 am (UTC)
*prods you toward the story with a hot poker* Go forth, fic writer! Make me us proud.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 08:37 pm (UTC)
Here be SPN S1/S2 SPOILERS!
Okay, I had a thought...

I had been wanting to continue with my Nemesis Mine series for ages, but canon kind of messed with that.
Nemesis Mine Series

Let me know what you think of this.

Nemesis Mine (published) - John curses the demon after the S1 Meg battle
Limbo (published) - John awakens after the S1 accident
Surrender - John just after he closes the deal with the demon and before he dies
Scratch and Crawl - John's climb out of Hell
Release - After the demon is defeated John's thoughts before and as he dissipates
Found - John reunites with Mary in the great beyond

How does that grab you?

I have another John in Hell fic planned, but it's a SPN/Sandman crossover so it won't fit in the universe. That and I am thinking it will be rather long, perhaps a universe itself.

And just say no to hot pokers! My muse is more a fan of chocolate, but if you wish to scare her (and me) salt works just fine. Hehehe

Thanks...
melissima: Sam!melissima on June 15th, 2007 05:22 pm (UTC)
oh, *snuggles* I don't want you to be sad.

but...

What a great fic idea! I love What Dreams May Come SO much. ♥

Did I tell you how gorgeous this story is by the way? You make me want to write Dean again.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 08:46 pm (UTC)
You don't want me to be sad? Then why did you use that icon? /wibble/

That moment slays me. I think they've had so many close calls that at first Dean can't believe it. That moment is the one where he knows it's true. His brother is dead and there is nothing he can do about it.

Of course, he's Dean so later he realizes he can. I read him when he sent Bobby away. He already knew he would do it, but that is one agonizing decision to make, especially when you are grieving the loss of your LAST living family member. Having everyone you love dead is a dark and lonely place, so I can see why Dean would rather die than go on alone.

Ugh, now I have to write that missing scene don't I? Just the act of carrying Sam's body to the car would have been enough to break Dean's will to live. /sniff/

FWIW, I have seen pieces of that movie several times, but never sat through it from start to finish. I would like to though. I related so much to Annie and loved the visuals in it that I really should watch it at some point.

No one ever calls my fic gorgeous. I just don't write that way and some days it makes me sad to think I will have to change my style of writing, like I did in this fic, for people to feel the way I want them to feel about my stories. But thank you for making me smile with this.

BTW, WRITE DEAN! LIKE NOW! I AM WAITING!

Hehehe

What? You thought I was just going to let that slide? Not a chance.

/grins/
melissima: Sam!melissima on June 15th, 2007 09:00 pm (UTC)
Like you don't already know how to get what you want...
Two People:
One Scene:
One object:
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 15th, 2007 09:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Like you don't already know how to get what you want...
Touché cherie, touché!

Two People: Dean, Random Hot Chick working behind the counter at a desolate Mom and Pop convenience store in Bumfuck, Nebraska

One Scene: Sam's off at the library researching while Dean comes back from checking out a lead. Dean stops for gas and a cool drink and sees something he likes.

One Object: A cherry slushee

Go to!
Affinity8affinity8 on June 15th, 2007 03:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, I liked it! Poor Dean. All that crushing weight. He needs a nice long sleep and then Sam will find the loophole. Thanks for writing and posting this!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 1st, 2007 06:46 pm (UTC)
Ack! I missed this one! I must not have gotten an email on your comment. Mea culpa.

I feel for Dean and the mantle he's taken on. He kind of had to raise Sam after his mother died since his father wasn't around much and now his father leaves him with a huge onus as well. Now he's got the threat of eternal damnation riding on his back.

Yeah, the poor boy needs a break.

I know Season 3 will be Sam finding a loophole so I'm not worried.

Although, this is *Kripke* we're talking about...

Eep.

Thanks for reading and commenting!
perhaps some frottage is in order: pwning fangirlssororcula on July 1st, 2007 08:54 am (UTC)
God, this is tragic. I can't quite describe it, but you do just an amazing job here of creating an overall tone and emotion for the story that builds and builds until, by the end, I was crying with Dean (and you).

okay, maybe just tearing up, but it was a very close thing there for a minute!

Damnit, why did I get rid of my Dean crying icon? *sigh*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 1st, 2007 07:25 pm (UTC)
Bring back the Dean crying icon!

I admit this is one of my more successful fic when it comes to creating and maintaining an atmosphere. Even I really like it and I normally am disappointed with my efforts in this arena. I chalk it up to the song. It's got atmosphere by the truckload, so I just followed along with it.

This is a wibble inducing fic and if you knew the real reason it makes me cry it would have pushed you over the edge I bet. I got teary just rereading it now before replying...

Thanks, hon...