[SPN] And the Sky Full of Stars, 1/1
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chaletianTitle: And the Sky Full of Stars
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Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Jo
Spoilers: Vague AHBL/season 3
Summary: Dean has another visit to make.
Author’s Notes: Follows The Deconstruction of Falling Stars, Confessions and Lamentations, Passing Through Gethsemane, Moments of Transition and A Late Delivery from Avalon. This might actually be the last in this series (I shall not call it a universe, sincekatie__pillar has already mocked me for that, but I shall forgive her because she is ace and made fic notes for me). For my Babylon 5 mind challenge.
“It’s a good night for the stars.” The voice, not entirely unexpected, comes from behind her, but Jo doesn’t look around.
“Hey, Dean.” She’s sitting cross-legged, staring out at the horizon. Sam called almost a week ago, but she still isn’t used to the news. Dean’s back. Dean’s alive.
Dean’s sitting down next to her.
“Sam call?”
“Yeah.” She glances across, grins. “Says he’s the oldest now.”
“It’s gone to his head.”
“He’s just glad you’re back.
“I got that.” They sit in the darkness, and Dean wonders if she remembers the last time they did this, or if the five years in between has stolen the memory.
“So, Sam says you got married.”
“Yeah. About three years ago. Didn’t last.”
“Sorry.”
“Just one of those things.
“Yeah. I dunno, Jo, it’s weird. Everything’s five years on, except me.”
“We’re still the same people we were.”
“Really?” There’s a pause, a time for thought.
“No, not really.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Dean breathes in, the clear, cold air scything through his chest. He’s not sure quite why he came to see Jo. In a way, the last year – six years ago – she’d become sorta like family. Her and Ellen and Bobby. The rest of the hunters he and Sam had finally gotten around to meeting were allies or enemies. A couple had even become friends. But Bobby and Ellen and Jo were something more than that.
“You really used to piss me off,” he says conversationally, and Jo laughs.
“Yeah, I know.”
Dean looks across, curious. “It was deliberate?”
“No! Well, not the things that really pissed you off. I was a kid, Dean. I wanted… I don’t know what I wanted.”
“You weren’t bad. At hunting.”
“Pretty much was. I’m better at research. I rock at research.”
“Is that what you do now?” He finds that he honestly wants to know. Bobby is still Bobby, and Ellen has rebuilt the roadhouse – or something like it – but Jo is a mystery to him. Sam had said that she got married, was living in the suburbs, the whole nine yards. It’s what Dean had thought she should have – give up her dumb idea of becoming a hunter like her old man, and just live life like normal people. Faced with the reality, he’d thought it was kind of a waste.
“From time to time. If someone needs help.”
“Helping’s good.”
“Never knew you were such a boy scout, Dean.” She’s laughing at him now, and he grins and ducks his head.
“Aw, Jo, you know that’s not me.” She reaches out, touches fingers lightly to his cheek, and he looks up. She smiles.
“You kind of always were,” she says, and pulls her hand away.
“I—”
“Helping people?”
“It’s what we do. Did. Do.”
“Do.”
He smiles, relieved. “Do. Heh.”
“What?”
“We said… nevermind.”
She rolls her eyes. “Grow up, Dean.” His eyes narrow.
“I’m still older than you, right?”
“What?”
“Oh, god, please tell me I’m still older than you.” She toys with the idea of pretending otherwise, just to see his disgust, but decides against it.
“Breathe, Dean. You’re still older. Just.”
“Well, that’s something.”
“Sam still giving you a hard time, huh?”
Dean collapses back, lying full length in the dirt. “I may have to kill him.”
“Yeah, cuz that’s really going to happen.” He smiles, and she smiles too, and lies back. They stay there, still, side by side. The sky is midnight dark, stars scattered across the black, thrown by a careless hand.
“I can see the Big Dipper,” says Dean eventually, pointing to the constellation.
“Ursa Major,” counters Jo, following the line of his finger.
“Yeah. I remember.”
They lie there, still, side by side. From the east comes a star, rocketing across sky. It’s a shooting star, and Jo reaches out blindly, fumbling in the dark until she finds Dean’s arm.
“I’m glad you’re alive,” she says, so quietly she might almost not have said anything. Dean reaches across and slides his thumb slowly along the back of her hand.
“There’s a shooting star.”
Jo smiles. “Yeah. There is.”
Author:
chaletianFandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Jo
Spoilers: Vague AHBL/season 3
Summary: Dean has another visit to make.
Author’s Notes: Follows The Deconstruction of Falling Stars, Confessions and Lamentations, Passing Through Gethsemane, Moments of Transition and A Late Delivery from Avalon. This might actually be the last in this series (I shall not call it a universe, since
katie__pillar has already mocked me for that, but I shall forgive her because she is ace and made fic notes for me). For my Babylon 5 mind challenge.“It’s a good night for the stars.” The voice, not entirely unexpected, comes from behind her, but Jo doesn’t look around.
“Hey, Dean.” She’s sitting cross-legged, staring out at the horizon. Sam called almost a week ago, but she still isn’t used to the news. Dean’s back. Dean’s alive.
Dean’s sitting down next to her.
“Sam call?”
“Yeah.” She glances across, grins. “Says he’s the oldest now.”
“It’s gone to his head.”
“He’s just glad you’re back.
“I got that.” They sit in the darkness, and Dean wonders if she remembers the last time they did this, or if the five years in between has stolen the memory.
“So, Sam says you got married.”
“Yeah. About three years ago. Didn’t last.”
“Sorry.”
“Just one of those things.
“Yeah. I dunno, Jo, it’s weird. Everything’s five years on, except me.”
“We’re still the same people we were.”
“Really?” There’s a pause, a time for thought.
“No, not really.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Dean breathes in, the clear, cold air scything through his chest. He’s not sure quite why he came to see Jo. In a way, the last year – six years ago – she’d become sorta like family. Her and Ellen and Bobby. The rest of the hunters he and Sam had finally gotten around to meeting were allies or enemies. A couple had even become friends. But Bobby and Ellen and Jo were something more than that.
“You really used to piss me off,” he says conversationally, and Jo laughs.
“Yeah, I know.”
Dean looks across, curious. “It was deliberate?”
“No! Well, not the things that really pissed you off. I was a kid, Dean. I wanted… I don’t know what I wanted.”
“You weren’t bad. At hunting.”
“Pretty much was. I’m better at research. I rock at research.”
“Is that what you do now?” He finds that he honestly wants to know. Bobby is still Bobby, and Ellen has rebuilt the roadhouse – or something like it – but Jo is a mystery to him. Sam had said that she got married, was living in the suburbs, the whole nine yards. It’s what Dean had thought she should have – give up her dumb idea of becoming a hunter like her old man, and just live life like normal people. Faced with the reality, he’d thought it was kind of a waste.
“From time to time. If someone needs help.”
“Helping’s good.”
“Never knew you were such a boy scout, Dean.” She’s laughing at him now, and he grins and ducks his head.
“Aw, Jo, you know that’s not me.” She reaches out, touches fingers lightly to his cheek, and he looks up. She smiles.
“You kind of always were,” she says, and pulls her hand away.
“I—”
“Helping people?”
“It’s what we do. Did. Do.”
“Do.”
He smiles, relieved. “Do. Heh.”
“What?”
“We said… nevermind.”
She rolls her eyes. “Grow up, Dean.” His eyes narrow.
“I’m still older than you, right?”
“What?”
“Oh, god, please tell me I’m still older than you.” She toys with the idea of pretending otherwise, just to see his disgust, but decides against it.
“Breathe, Dean. You’re still older. Just.”
“Well, that’s something.”
“Sam still giving you a hard time, huh?”
Dean collapses back, lying full length in the dirt. “I may have to kill him.”
“Yeah, cuz that’s really going to happen.” He smiles, and she smiles too, and lies back. They stay there, still, side by side. The sky is midnight dark, stars scattered across the black, thrown by a careless hand.
“I can see the Big Dipper,” says Dean eventually, pointing to the constellation.
“Ursa Major,” counters Jo, following the line of his finger.
“Yeah. I remember.”
They lie there, still, side by side. From the east comes a star, rocketing across sky. It’s a shooting star, and Jo reaches out blindly, fumbling in the dark until she finds Dean’s arm.
“I’m glad you’re alive,” she says, so quietly she might almost not have said anything. Dean reaches across and slides his thumb slowly along the back of her hand.
“There’s a shooting star.”
Jo smiles. “Yeah. There is.”
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Date: 2007-10-26 01:14 pm (UTC)And I am AWESOMESAUCE and don't you forget it.
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Date: 2007-10-26 01:21 pm (UTC)Dean/Jo ftw.
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Date: 2007-10-27 12:24 pm (UTC)Brilliant!
Gem
xx
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Date: 2007-10-27 03:01 pm (UTC)But I'm wondering, is Dean ever gonna get his jacket back?
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Date: 2007-10-27 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-27 05:38 pm (UTC)The sky is midnight black, stars scattered across the black, thrown by a careless hand.
Beautiful line.
I'm really glad that this series kind of came full circle back to the stars and this quiet moment with Dean and Jo.
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Date: 2007-10-29 01:33 am (UTC)... Though I'm kind of hoping we'll get one more look at Dean and older!Sam, because I'm greedy that way and I've come to love this strange little 'verse of yours. ;-)
Seriously, though - lovely way to bring the story around full circle. Nice. :-)
Cheers ~
Erin
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Date: 2007-10-29 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-29 04:06 am (UTC)Favorite lines:
“We’re still the same people we were.”
“Really?” There’s a pause, a time for thought.
“No, not really.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Poor Dean. So much has changed.
“Never knew you were such a boy scout, Dean.” She’s laughing at him now, and he grins and ducks his head.
“Aw, Jo, you know that’s not me.” She reaches out, touches fingers lightly to his cheek, and he looks up. She smiles.
“You kind of always were,” she says, and pulls her hand away.
Aww. So true. Not a traditional Boy Scout, but the way he goes around helping and saving people … *pets him*
The sky is midnight dark, stars scattered across the black, thrown by a careless hand.
Great description.
“There’s a shooting star.”
Jo smiles. “Yeah. There is.”
Aww. :) I love how this comes full circle.
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Date: 2007-11-02 02:38 pm (UTC)I'm sad to see the series end, but this seems like a very fitting place for it to, if that's what you decide to do. Wonderful job :-)