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saint and the dragon 
19th-Sep-2006 06:52 pm
Just so you know: it's crack. Very crack. Barely makes sense to me. :)

title: saint and the dragon
author: moveablehistory
rating: 14a
pairings: gen, can be read otherwise.
notes: For technosage, because I promised. Part of a large set of crack!fic - this is 500~ long so I figure it can stand on its own just fine.
summary: He's on horseback, but the horse is shaped like the impala and his legs are spread impossibly wide. The hill above him is burning, dragon stomping on huts and snapping up villagers with its teeth, moaning aloud i'm dying someone save me while crunching on virgins.


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Something hits him and he falls back and down, through the earth and the sky, flat back dizzy.

He thinks he's in hell, because how far down can you fall, exactly? but it's bright and sunny, and a hint of a breeze, no sulphur or burning lakes of fire to be found.

He's on horseback, but the horse is shaped like the impala and his legs are spread impossibly wide. The hill above him is burning, dragon stomping on huts and snapping up villagers with its teeth, moaning aloud i'm dying someone save me while crunching on virgins.

He has a lance, and he knows he's got to be fucking high on something because the weapon is made of salt, crystal and pure and he has half an inclination to lick it - taste if it's real. He thinks he cut himself on it, because his shirt is red and he doesn't own anything red. "Attracts too much attention," he hears his father say, deep in the back of his mind, "stick to dark or neutral colours." His windshield has a black dog on it, and he vaguely wonders if he's death.

death to me, the dragon says, and he looks at it. "I don't want to kill you," he states but the dragon smiles sadly. i'm crunching on virgins, you have to kill me. Dean looks at the corner of the dragon's mouth, sees blood drip down and onto the green grass of the hilltop.

"I guess I do." Dean says, and he runs over the dragon with his horse. The last virgin is cowering in a corner, Dean dismounts and walks to him bowleggedly, hauls him up and helps him into the last hut left. The roof is burnt up and there is a very old woman sitting on the heath.

She looks at him unseeing; knitting black yarn into socks or scarves and snipping through the loose ends ruthlessly. He steps towards her suddenly, she startles and misses the thread named sam. Her face twists; she stabs him in the chest with a needle: you saved your brother. does it hurt?

"No," he shakes his head. He's bleeding and he can see his heart.


Sam's above him, hand raised as if about to slap him awake. He raises his arm to stop Sam but finds he can't move: it's enough to stop Sam on the downswing.

"Dean?" Sam asks, and Dean nods enough to reassure Sam. He takes inventory quickly: everything in place, nothing broken except maybe a rib. There's red at the corners of his vision and he wipes at his eyes, unsurprised to find smears on his hands.

"If you ever try to save me again, I'll kill you." Sam's voice is cracking in the middle, and he pokes Dean's shoulder as if emphasizing the point.

"Better you than anybody else." Dean mutters. Sam frowns, but then he helps his brother up, lets Dean lean against him for support, each other's blood all over each other's clothes.
Comments 
20th-Sep-2006 01:42 am (UTC)
hooooboy, here comes yet another comment where i'm already laughing at myself before even starting it.

first of all! you are reading my mind, which is neat. i was just going on and on to my mom today (my poor mom. she will regret ever getting curious about the show.) about how i want dream sequences on the show---not visions, dreams with things that don't make sense (but do) like Dean on an impala-horse and dragons. (have you ever read The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley? it's one of my favourite childrens' fantasy books ever, and this reminded me of it in the best possible way. gosh. dragons. i'm wagging my tail over here for sure.) so---whether or not this is a dream or not---you made the sort of strange imagery that i was thinking of work just beautifully. i just want to quote everything back at you like "and this bit worked, and so did that, and just the rhythm of the words here is so weird, all urgent and distant at once, which is all just as it should be, and i love the salt-lance and that John told them to wear dark or neutral colours and the old woman who reminds of the Fates in Sandman (who Neil Gaiman sort of stole from Lloyd Alexander's Prydain books, and those books are all pieced together from different European mythologies...), and aslkdfj Dean seeing his own heart, and Better you than anybody else." ♥

...i don't know when i started saying "gosh" without irony. which is worrying, but sort of not to the point. the point, of course, is that this is fabulous.
20th-Sep-2006 01:57 am (UTC)
I was really afraid of this one - so weird and convoluted and bizarre. I wrote it in my novel after 1900 class, while we were talking about the women knitting in black and I felt out of it, all dream and weird.

I haven't read The Hero and the Crown, but it's on my to-read list now.

Thank you thank you. ♥♥♥ and I'm so so pleased that you picked up on the fates reference - it was the first part written and everything else is about that. I'm so ridiciously pleased that you like it. ♥

heee. gosh
20th-Sep-2006 04:30 pm (UTC)
oh, i remember that feeling of sitting in class all bleary and detatched, and your mind just latches on to something and runs with it. i wrote so many mental-fics in classes and between my school and the subway stop. i'm glad you write yours down, because i love reading them.

also, i'm doing some poking around on Stanford's website (...i can't believe it's taken me like, eight months to get around to it, haha), and they've actually got a course listed (bafflingly, listed under art/art history) called "Cyborgs and Synthetic Humans," which reminded me fondly of your Stanford fic. ♥
20th-Sep-2006 04:41 pm (UTC)
Really? ♥ I have this sudden urge to take a look at their admissions pages. I wonder if they'll experience a rise in undergrad applications. :)

I'll keep writing them for you. ♥

20th-Sep-2006 05:25 pm (UTC)
...you know, the way Stanford gets used as a plot point (in EVERYTHING, from Supernatural to Veronica Mars to Felicity to Full House, for god's sake), you would think it's the only college in California. now, of course, i associate it with demons who pin people to the ceiling and light them on fire.

i was actually looking at their website to try and find out about the layout of their computer labs, because my brain provided me with the idea that Sam used to work in one, while studying and listening to Neutral Milk Hotel, and that occasionally someone who looked vaguely like Dean would pop by to give him a heart attack and let him know that the printer was out of paper. anyway, their computer labs are totally not set up the way my brain wanted them to be, and now i've exorcised the plot bunny by telling you! it's been a productive lunch break, for sure.

seriously, it makes my whole day when something you've written pops up on my flist, so ♥, infinitely.
21st-Sep-2006 11:58 pm (UTC)
I think it's the name Something about Stanford sounds so academic, so educated. I think they did a good job with their marketing, or something. :)

... and i'm going to have to write that for you know. oh boy. ♥

also: thank you♥♥♥
20th-Sep-2006 03:48 am (UTC)
Omg, so awesome. Really interesting and great prose and great look at Sam and Dean's relationship. :)
20th-Sep-2006 04:21 am (UTC)
Thanks - I was all scaredshy about it because of it's sheer weirdness, but I'm happy you like it. ♥

and ps., i adore your icon. :)
20th-Sep-2006 04:32 am (UTC)
Lol, thank you. I adore it too. *g*
20th-Sep-2006 04:15 am (UTC)
Whoa.

It's like a weird drug trippy dream, except it has layers full of meaning and possibly foreshadowing and means so much more. The dream (concussion induced hallucination? almost dead foresight?) is haunting and remarkable, and frankly, would scare the crap out of me. And that? Makes it even more fantastic.

Plus, y'know, dragons.
20th-Sep-2006 04:27 am (UTC)
Mmmmm. ♥

I thought a lot about fates, and vanquishing the dragon, and metaphors and such, because I wrote it in class and we were studing some early 1900 lit and that kind of class always makes me want to write things. Didn't mean to potentially scare the crap out of you, but *omgvictoryarms* nonetheless. \o/!!

(hee, definitely. ♥)
20th-Sep-2006 11:36 am (UTC)
the layers in this is wow

there is alot of things that you can see with Dean and how he looks at life and his work let alone what he feels about Sam.

Keep the crack coming LOL
20th-Sep-2006 04:43 pm (UTC)
hahaha, thanks. ♥

I'm not sure where all of it came from, but it's good to know it works. :D

And I will. :)
20th-Sep-2006 09:22 pm (UTC)
Aiyeeee! I just found this and I'm so excited. I've read it briefly, but I want to read it again and again and then I'll come back and comment like it deserves.

But eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! so much love. ♥
21st-Sep-2006 02:57 am (UTC)
YAY!!

I'm really interested in your opinion on this one. ♥
26th-Sep-2006 08:10 am (UTC)
He thinks he's in hell, because how far down can you fall, exactly? but it's bright and sunny, and a hint of a breeze, no sulphur or burning lakes of fire to be found.

Very Dean. Practical. I like.

He's on horseback, but the horse is shaped like the impala and his legs are spread impossibly wide.

So much love, especially for the image of Dean with his legs spread impossibly wide. And "crunching on virgins" is such a perfect phrase.

He has a lance, and he knows he's got to be fucking high on something because the weapon is made of salt, crystal and pure and he has half an inclination to lick it - taste if it's real.

Hehehe. I love this. Also, the idea of Dean as a "red shirt" while possibly not what you intended makes me a little fearful for Dean, since red shirts always die. But he's learned, no red shirts, so he won't. Yay.

I'm not sure why Dean doesn't want to kill the dragon, but the dragon's logic is inescapable and Dean's matter-of-factness really pervades this piece. I like that. Despite the weirdness, he's still Dean the good soldier, doing what has to be done.

The last virgin is cowering in a corner, Dean dismounts and walks to him bowleggedly, hauls him up and helps him into the last hut left.

I wonder how many people picked up that the virgin is a 'he'. I like this, as it plays with our expectations and fits in nicely with our meta about the gaze.

you saved your brother. does it hurt?

This is interesting. I like it. I'm not sure why it should hurt to save his brother, but the question raises provocative issues in their relationship for me. What's your intention here, out of curiosity?

"If you ever try to save me again, I'll kill you." Sam's voice is cracking in the middle, and he pokes Dean's shoulder as if emphasizing the point.

"Better you than anybody else." Dean mutters. Sam frowns, but then he helps his brother up, lets Dean lean against him for support, each other's blood all over each other's clothes.


Perfection.

All in all, I really like this fic. I think the abstractness works well, but it's a bit daunting for some readers. I'd like to see where you go with it, because much of the question of whether it works gets resolved over the longer haul. For a long fic, it might be confusing. In this shorter piece, it's very evocative of the experience of delirium.

Nicely done!

26th-Sep-2006 02:42 pm (UTC)
First, thank you. :D!!

And now to address your points ♥: I hadn't considered "red shirt" in the always-the-one-to-die kind of way, but I like that allusion. :)

I wanted to include that legs spread line because it's usually an image of femininity hypersexualized- I wanted to have that feminine image in mind in reference to Dean, underscoring his nurturer/caregiver role in his family. (also, in my fanon, he totally bottoms from the top. or whatever. heh.)

I'm kind of not sure why he didn't want to kill the dragon, either, but my initial guess was that the dragon hadn't done anything to him personally, and it hadn't made a move to hurt him. But it *was* crunching away, so Dean had to stop it. Definitely the good soldier, there. :)

I also wonder how many people picked up on that. It was very intentional on my part, and honestly I was going to have the virgin look Sam-ish but I decided I'd better not. :)

Okay, so, the you saved your brother. does it hurt? part:

She looks at him unseeing; knitting black yarn into socks or scarves and snipping through the loose ends ruthlessly. He steps towards her suddenly, she startles and misses the thread named sam. Her face twists; she stabs him in the chest with a needle

You know. Fate missed. ;)

Thank you. :D I know it's a little weird, but I never worry about making my pieces really accessible. I don't know. Heh.

Thanks! ♥
30th-Sep-2006 09:50 pm (UTC)
And now to address your points ♥: I hadn't considered "red shirt" in the always-the-one-to-die kind of way, but I like that allusion. :)

Yay! Also, you're welcome for the feedback. It's my pleasure. *g* ♥

(also, in my fanon, he totally bottoms from the top. or whatever. heh.)

Yeah, my Dean is TOTALLY a bottom. He only tops when Sam wants him to. Which isn't that infrequently. Also, I like the legs spread and I agree it's ver feminine/sexual.

I'm kind of not sure why he didn't want to kill the dragon, either, but my initial guess was that the dragon hadn't done anything to him personally, and it hadn't made a move to hurt him.

Yeah. 'Cept Dean thinks all paranormal things are evil sonsofbitches. So, maybe he was thinking it might not be what it looked like or whatever. *g*

honestly I was going to have the virgin look Sam-ish but I decided I'd better not. :)

I think, too heavy-handed. A good choice not to.

You know. Fate missed. ;)

D'oh, I was reading the dialogue itself as a unit. *g* Sorry.

I never worry about making my pieces really accessible.

I'm not a fan of dumbing down a story to make it more accessible. But I'm a big believe that writing, and storytelling in particular, is about communicating. I try to make at least the emotion accessible, even if the idea itself is a bit less so. I think you did that very well with the Stanford fic, so I've no doubt you will here, too. Just for clarity, I find it accessible. I was just thinking others who read a lot more fic a lot faster might not.

*hugs* ♥
1st-Oct-2006 12:38 am (UTC)
Yeah. 'Cept Dean thinks all paranormal things are evil sonsofbitches. So, maybe he was thinking it might not be what it looked like or whatever. *g*

Yeah, heh, I think that was a character misstep on my part. In my head Dean's dream!self hesitated and I don't really have a good explanation why.

I'm a big believer that writing, and storytelling in particular, is about communicating.

Me too, really truly, I just always forget about taking that into account and I end up just writing whatever I please without thinking if it makes sense or not. Thanks for pointing that out, because I know I have to think about that when writing.

♥♥
4th-Oct-2006 10:07 pm (UTC)
Yeah, heh, I think that was a character misstep on my part.

I don't know. It didn't feel wrong. It just didn't seem logical. But dreams have their own logic. So maybe the dragon is Dad or something. *g*

Thanks for pointing that out, because I know I have to think about that when writing.

*hugs* That's why I like to have betas. That way someone will tell me if I've gone off. But I'm so impatient, it tends to make me crazy. *g*

♥ ♥
22nd-Sep-2006 11:41 am (UTC)
wow..that was awesome. I loved the "I'm crunching on virgins, you have to kill me" line. so abstract and awesomely awesome. wonderful.
26th-Sep-2006 02:43 pm (UTC)
Thanks!

And that line makes me giggle a little, too. :)
1st-Jan-2007 06:56 am (UTC)
Very surreal. Love it.
28th-Feb-2007 06:56 pm (UTC)
thank you. :)
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