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  • Music:

Life After You

Fic title: Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful?

Author name: vampireifurita

Artist name: mulanreflection

Genre: Gen, Wincest

Pairing: Dean/Sam, some background Castiel/Sam, Castiel/Crowley

Rating: R

Word count: 26,732

Warnings: horror, disturbing imagery, violence

Summary: After Sam sacrificed himself to save the world; Dean had gone to Lisa just as he’d been asked. Things had been just fine until he started hearing music that no one else could hear and things just go downhill from there. With no one to turn to, bear witness to man lost at sea, in the throes of grief and unexplainable music that haunts him much like the memories of his brother.

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~Ten miles from town and I just broke down

Spittin’ out smoke on the side of the road. ~

Gravel flew as the car pulled off onto the shoulder of the no-name road in some back water town. Cursing, he threw open the door and left the car that had been his home. The music surged from the radio, seeming to know that he had left the car and making up for the distance, the freakishly emo song following him as he stalked down the road.

He had thought leaving the house would keep him from being tortured by mysterious music. His phone was out of his pocket and the speed dial was already cued before he remembered: Bobby was dead; he couldn’t call him to ask for help. Scowling, he threw the phone into the trees to the side of the road.

The God forsaken radio was torturing him. He hadn’t even been listening to the damned thing when he had set off on his quest to get out of the house and the smell of burnt coffee. He hadn’t been able to listen to his tapes since it had happened, memories swirling around him the second he heard the power chords of Rush, the gypsy strings of Zeppelin or the raw power of AC/DC. It hurt too much to remember all the things that had passed in this car, listening to his music. Besides, there was always the off chance that this exact situation would happen.

~All that I’m after is a life filled with laughter,

As long as I’m laughing with you. ~

“Fucking music!” he cursed to the sky, kicking up the gravel. “Fuck you! Fucking son of a bitch!”

Whirling, he stomped back to the car. He slid into the driver’s side and hit the dash with his fist. He was instantly unhappy with his rash decision (poor baby, she hadn’t done anything to him) when the radio stuttered and skipped.

~Cause I know there’s no life without you. ~

“Fuck!” he yelled. He pushed out of the car and made his way around to the other side before his knees gave out. It was just too much of an effort to keep standing. Everything hurt, his hands, his legs, his eyes, his chest… everything was in as much pain as his heart from those damned lyrics. He slid down the side of the car, trying to get his erratic breathing steady. His breath was catching in his throat, stuck on the lump that resided there. His lungs were straining for air, but his throat was constricted. Every gulp of air stung and every exhale shook.

~Without you, God knows what I’d do. ~

“Clearly I’d go insane,” he was able to mutter between breaths. Slowly he started to count down from fifty, trying to calm down and his fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically at his sides. He tilted his head back when he felt his breathing calm, staring at the clouds pass over head. They hadn’t received the rain he had seen this morning yet. He took a second to ponder how far he had actually driven, to have avoided the rain, and if she was worried about him. Setting his jaw, he frowned and his fingers absently rubbed at his chest, over his heart. “Just a few more minutes, I promise, and then I’ll go back. I promised you I’d try.”


Intermission
Tags: big bang '11, do you want the truth or something beaut, fanfiction, supernatural
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