the earth died screaming, 4/4
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janie_tangerineThe sun is still shining up there and Jimmy keeps on wondering why is it that it never rains.
Maybe angels don’t like rain. At times he just wishes that the weather wasn’t… so perfect. He misses the times when the weather could suck, exactly like human race had the chance to suck, but those times are gone. He’ll never make peace with it, but maybe one day he’ll just accept it the way you accept inevitable things. He kind of dreads thinking of that day.
“At times I wonder if we just should leave,” Dean says from his right side. They’re standing on the porch, strangely pristine in the middle of a devastated road. Jimmy wonders that too, because this might have been the last gift Castiel had for him or them, but can they really stay here forever or until they waste away? Or should they try to find someone else and… do something, whatever it could be? If there’s someone else around, which isn’t even a sure bet.
“At times I ask myself the same. At least we have the choice, right? Differently from everyone else around.”
It’s still more than the vessels have, after all. They don’t have a choice just because they don’t know what choice means.
“Yeah, right. Shit, they freak me out so much.”
“Me too, but I’ll agree with you that you’re entitled to be freaked out by the whole lot of them. They don’t have my eyes, after all.”
Dean shivers and Jimmy sighs. He has told him the entire story, and Dean still doesn’t remember anything. At this point Jimmy thinks he never will.
Castiel might have been right, but Dean still should have had a choice. Angels are dicks, really. Jimmy has changed idea on a lot of things, and one of them is that he’s glad he still remembers how it was before. Who he was before. The fact that he’s the only one who does (because while Dean is human, he doesn’t know how it was anymore) still makes him uncomfortable, but someone should know, and if it has to be him, he’ll deal with it.
“And where would we go?” Jimmy asks then, and Dean shrugs.
“I dunno. Somewhere?”
None of them has much hope that other people survived. If they did, it’d be no one they already know.
“Sounds better than nowhere,” Jimmy murmurs, and he knows it won’t happen today. Or tomorrow.
But soon. Sooner than later.
He doesn’t even know if he’s looking forward to it. Then again, having a doubt is better than not knowing what doubt is.
“Well, we’ll see, I guess. If I ask you to tell me about Cas again will you kill me?”
Jimmy wishes he had more he could tell Dean about his brother or his family, but what he knows is what Castiel knew and Castiel is Jimmy’s strong topic. But there’s something in the way Dean looks at him whenever he asks, like he hopes that if Jimmy tells him something enough times that he’d remember it, and who is Jimmy to deny him that?
“I doubt I’d kill you over something so trivial. Of course.”
He starts talking, and if for the entire time he glances up at the sky and he doesn’t see a single cloud, it’s nothing new.
End.
Maybe angels don’t like rain. At times he just wishes that the weather wasn’t… so perfect. He misses the times when the weather could suck, exactly like human race had the chance to suck, but those times are gone. He’ll never make peace with it, but maybe one day he’ll just accept it the way you accept inevitable things. He kind of dreads thinking of that day.
“At times I wonder if we just should leave,” Dean says from his right side. They’re standing on the porch, strangely pristine in the middle of a devastated road. Jimmy wonders that too, because this might have been the last gift Castiel had for him or them, but can they really stay here forever or until they waste away? Or should they try to find someone else and… do something, whatever it could be? If there’s someone else around, which isn’t even a sure bet.
“At times I ask myself the same. At least we have the choice, right? Differently from everyone else around.”
It’s still more than the vessels have, after all. They don’t have a choice just because they don’t know what choice means.
“Yeah, right. Shit, they freak me out so much.”
“Me too, but I’ll agree with you that you’re entitled to be freaked out by the whole lot of them. They don’t have my eyes, after all.”
Dean shivers and Jimmy sighs. He has told him the entire story, and Dean still doesn’t remember anything. At this point Jimmy thinks he never will.
Castiel might have been right, but Dean still should have had a choice. Angels are dicks, really. Jimmy has changed idea on a lot of things, and one of them is that he’s glad he still remembers how it was before. Who he was before. The fact that he’s the only one who does (because while Dean is human, he doesn’t know how it was anymore) still makes him uncomfortable, but someone should know, and if it has to be him, he’ll deal with it.
“And where would we go?” Jimmy asks then, and Dean shrugs.
“I dunno. Somewhere?”
None of them has much hope that other people survived. If they did, it’d be no one they already know.
“Sounds better than nowhere,” Jimmy murmurs, and he knows it won’t happen today. Or tomorrow.
But soon. Sooner than later.
He doesn’t even know if he’s looking forward to it. Then again, having a doubt is better than not knowing what doubt is.
“Well, we’ll see, I guess. If I ask you to tell me about Cas again will you kill me?”
Jimmy wishes he had more he could tell Dean about his brother or his family, but what he knows is what Castiel knew and Castiel is Jimmy’s strong topic. But there’s something in the way Dean looks at him whenever he asks, like he hopes that if Jimmy tells him something enough times that he’d remember it, and who is Jimmy to deny him that?
“I doubt I’d kill you over something so trivial. Of course.”
He starts talking, and if for the entire time he glances up at the sky and he doesn’t see a single cloud, it’s nothing new.
End.
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What? There's just a little dust in my eye...
Date: 2011-04-16 02:09 am (UTC)And this. I love Jimmy and Jimmy/Castiel fics. I love apocalyptic/dystopian fics. And I have an inordinate love for melancholy. So. Way to hit all my buttons and then some. The moments between Jimmy and Cas were so painful and yet so perfect and that request Castiel has at the end?...and that's about all the words I can think of through my inner gibbering. Auugh, thanks for this. So much.
Re: What? There's just a little dust in my eye...
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Date: 2011-04-16 11:23 pm (UTC)Heaven on Earth's weird fluidity of time was cool, and served the story well. the weather, the gaps in Jimmy's understanding, and his avoidance of former civilization are the bellwethers. Michael's change of heart - wiping Dean's memory and bailing for heaven - is a question that keeps pinging around in my head. He seems capricious and compassionate in the same stroke, highlighting how alien the angels really are.
I have to say that I once used the same Tom Waits song as the basis for a story, but I think the apocalyptic aspect is perfect for it.
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Date: 2011-04-17 11:47 am (UTC)I love so many things about this: the emptiness of the world, the vessels - OMG so creepy and absolutely tragic - Jimmy hearing Cas's voice in his head, then a fragment of Cas really being in him, Cas's death and gratefulness to Jimmy after being forgiven, the reveal that Castiel had tried speaking out against the other angels and being punished for it - seriously, oh, Castiel ;___; - then the tentative hope and re-discovery at the end between Jimmy and Dean. It's not a happy ending, but a bittersweet one, so in that sense, it is perfect for this type of scenario. This fic gripped me
tight and...from the beginning, and a part of me feels like it went by too fast, but not in a bad way. I could read a fic set in this verse with another 12k words.This is my favorite line:
Ironic. One spends his life sure that if he does things right he’ll get himself a nice small piece of Eden for a reward, and then he finds out that it’s better not to go.
It says so much in so little, and I love that it has a mixture of unsettling bitterness and matter-of-factness about it.
There were many, many lines and moments that really resonated with me, especially Jimmy's memories of Claire and wondering where she was in the first part, and his memory of Amelia during the wedding ceremony and night, and the one above stuck out to me the most. The bit about old vs. new models was also one of my favorite parts.
Basically I love this and it is amazing and I am adding it to my memories right now. This is such a heartbreaking story, and you did an amazing, lovely job of telling it.
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Date: 2011-04-18 04:14 pm (UTC);_______________________;
Stupenda, davvero. Sai, di solito probabilmente non leggerei una storia dove Jimmy ha un ruolo così grande (non perchè odi il personaggio o che, anzi... solo che preferisco leggere storie Dean/Cas o, al massimo, Castiel centriche). Però il fatto che l'avevi scritta tu mi ha spinto a provare e le premesse mi sembravano interessanti.
Beh, sono contenta di averlo fatto. Il mondo post-apocalittico che hai creato è davvero vivido, un posto dove splende sempre il sole e dove tutti hanno gli occhi di Dean (detta così, sembra quasi un bel posto se uno non ha letto la storia XD). E che tristezza, tutti questi "umani" 2.0 che non hanno altro scopo nella vita se non quello di essere dei semplici tramiti... complimenti, le caratterizzazioni sono davvero perfette, sia per i personaggi conosciuti sia per appunto gli altri umani.
“Are you crying because you’re really that happy to see me or what? Were we best friends or somethin’?” he asks, almost joking, and Jimmy wishes he could say no, but you and the angel inside me probably were.
Sai, non mi si inumidiscono gli occhi facilmente o miviene un groppo alla gola quando leggo una storia ma qui non ho proprio potuto farci nulla. E' una frase così corta eppure i rimandi e le emozioni che provoca sono così tante... stupenda. Mi vengono ancora adesso gli occhi lucidi solo al pensarci ;_____;
Bellissima storia davvero!
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