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glasslogic) wrote2010-09-08 07:17 pm
glasslogic) wrote2010-09-08 07:17 pm
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LAS Challenge #3
Story Title: Somewhere Over The Rainbow (LAS Prompt #3 - Some Impalas can fly!)
Name: glasslogic
Pairing: none
Disclaimer: I have no rights to any of the copyrighted characters/material in this fic, and I make no profit from it.
Rating: G
Word Count: 940
Warnings/Spoilers: None
This story is for the SPN Last Author Standing challenge, one
prompt a week, one story per prompt, one author voted off each cycle until only one is left. Stories must be between 100 - 1000 words. No betas allowed, voting is completely blind.
This attempt didn't fare as well as the previous ones did, always hard to say if the others this week were just that much better or this one was that lacking. I think it has a rougher change in the middle than I prefer. What do you think?
A low cough caught his attention and Sam looked up from the dusty book he was leafing through to see Bobby standing in the doorway. He was watching Sam with a somewhat suspicious look on his face and Sam groaned inwardly, suspecting he knew what was coming and grateful Dean was already in bed.
Not that Dean had been out of bed much the last few days. The week had been hard on his brother.
“Need something, Bobby?”
“Just wondering if you’d seen the news today.
“I caught the weather earlier.”
“Uh huh. Well, seems a large black car destroyed a barn over in Wisconsin this afternoon.” Bobby took a long pull of his beer, gaze never leaving Sam’s. “Seems this car fell right out of the sky.”
“That’s... odd.”
“Isn’t it. News is talking about freak storms and convection activity. The locals are talking about the devil. You have any opinions on it?”
“Sounds like something we should look in to.” Sam was mentally calculating drive time. And how to get a car from Bobby when he’d flatly refused to lend them one until they explained in detail what had happened to theirs.
Bobby snorted. “Car was apparently full of gas. Exploded on impact and burned everything to a crisp inside. Couldn’t even get a vin number off the wreckage. Still in such a hurry to go check it out?”
“Why are you telling me this?” Sam finally asked after a few moments of silence.
“Just wondering when you’re going to get around to confessing what actually happened out in Elkader.”
“If I tell you, will you promise to never ever mention anything to Dean about this involving the words ‘exploded,’ ‘impact,’ or ‘wreckage?’”
“Oh, this is going to be good, isn’t it.”
“It fell out of the sky, and flattened a barn, Bobby.”
“Yeah, hang on while I get another drink.”
~~~
Sam stood on the curb beside the empty street, expression bemused as he stared up into the sky at a quickly receding black spot. He thought he should be upset, but ...it was still too unreal.
Besides, it wasn’t his car.
“Tell me again, why did you do this?”
The teenager standing miserably beside him tightened the arms he had wrapped around himself and stared intently at his feet. “It was just... you know. I wanted to show you guys that not all magic is bad. A lot of it is just fun. You stormed into my house all fire and brimstone and now my mom thinks I’m a minion of the devil and spend my nights torturing cats. It’s not like that! I don’t do that stuff, I only do stuff for fun. I just wanted to show you it could be--“
“--fun.” Sam finished, still not sure what the appropriate reaction was for the situation.
The kid nodded. “So I just, you know... it said the object would float! I thought it meant like a foot or two, not--“ he freed one arm and waved wildly at the sky.
Sam drew a deep breath and gave the front door of the house a wary look. “How long does the spell last?”
“I don’t know,” the teenager mumbled to his toes.
“Can you stop the spell?”
“If I touch the object again.” They both looked up at the tiny speck.
“Right,” Sam sighed. “What about when the spell ends? Will it just... drift gently back down?”
The sniffle and scuffed foot was answer enough. Sam felt the tension in his belly worsen. He wracked his brain trying to think of anything he could do before the door opened and his brother walked out.
Suddenly the kid’s eyes flew open and his face took on an expression of panic. “What about airplanes? What if a plane hits it?! They’ll take me to jail! My mom is going to kill me!”
Sam rubbed his face. “I really don’t think that’s what you need to be the most concerned about.”
“You can think of something worse than being responsible for a bunch of people dying?” The teenager demanded, face dead white.
“The sky is a pretty big place; I don’t think anyone up there is going to die because of your spell today. People here on the other hand...”
“What are you talking about?” The kid was staring at the sky again, an expression of vague horror on his face - no doubt waiting to see a 747 go streaking into the dark spot before bursting into flames and tumbling to the earth.
“People in danger of sudden death.”
Sam flinched at the front door opened and Dean sauntered out, looking sharp in his suit and projecting total confidence as he assured the kid’s mother again that the school wouldn’t be pursuing any disciplinary actions, just wanted to make sure she knew what her son was getting involved in. Dean made it down three steps before his expression slid from satisfied, to confused, to suspicious....
The kid followed Sam’s gaze to the steps where Dean was looking at them with a steadily darkening expression. The boy swallowed hard. “Um. Maybe I can explain to him. I mean, it was an accident...”
“I wouldn’t bother.” Sam pasted a falsely reassuring smile on his face and moved to block Dean’s path. The last thing they needed was to be reported to the police for another homocide. Well, they might need that slightly more than they needed thirty-five hundred pounds of steel to fall abruptly out of the sky and land on their heads. Maybe.
“Then what should I do?” The teenager asked, sounding close to tears.
“Run.”
Name: glasslogic
Pairing: none
Disclaimer: I have no rights to any of the copyrighted characters/material in this fic, and I make no profit from it.
Rating: G
Word Count: 940
Warnings/Spoilers: None
This story is for the SPN Last Author Standing challenge, one
This attempt didn't fare as well as the previous ones did, always hard to say if the others this week were just that much better or this one was that lacking. I think it has a rougher change in the middle than I prefer. What do you think?
~~~~~~~
A low cough caught his attention and Sam looked up from the dusty book he was leafing through to see Bobby standing in the doorway. He was watching Sam with a somewhat suspicious look on his face and Sam groaned inwardly, suspecting he knew what was coming and grateful Dean was already in bed.
Not that Dean had been out of bed much the last few days. The week had been hard on his brother.
“Need something, Bobby?”
“Just wondering if you’d seen the news today.
“I caught the weather earlier.”
“Uh huh. Well, seems a large black car destroyed a barn over in Wisconsin this afternoon.” Bobby took a long pull of his beer, gaze never leaving Sam’s. “Seems this car fell right out of the sky.”
“That’s... odd.”
“Isn’t it. News is talking about freak storms and convection activity. The locals are talking about the devil. You have any opinions on it?”
“Sounds like something we should look in to.” Sam was mentally calculating drive time. And how to get a car from Bobby when he’d flatly refused to lend them one until they explained in detail what had happened to theirs.
Bobby snorted. “Car was apparently full of gas. Exploded on impact and burned everything to a crisp inside. Couldn’t even get a vin number off the wreckage. Still in such a hurry to go check it out?”
“Why are you telling me this?” Sam finally asked after a few moments of silence.
“Just wondering when you’re going to get around to confessing what actually happened out in Elkader.”
“If I tell you, will you promise to never ever mention anything to Dean about this involving the words ‘exploded,’ ‘impact,’ or ‘wreckage?’”
“Oh, this is going to be good, isn’t it.”
“It fell out of the sky, and flattened a barn, Bobby.”
“Yeah, hang on while I get another drink.”
Sam stood on the curb beside the empty street, expression bemused as he stared up into the sky at a quickly receding black spot. He thought he should be upset, but ...it was still too unreal.
Besides, it wasn’t his car.
“Tell me again, why did you do this?”
The teenager standing miserably beside him tightened the arms he had wrapped around himself and stared intently at his feet. “It was just... you know. I wanted to show you guys that not all magic is bad. A lot of it is just fun. You stormed into my house all fire and brimstone and now my mom thinks I’m a minion of the devil and spend my nights torturing cats. It’s not like that! I don’t do that stuff, I only do stuff for fun. I just wanted to show you it could be--“
“--fun.” Sam finished, still not sure what the appropriate reaction was for the situation.
The kid nodded. “So I just, you know... it said the object would float! I thought it meant like a foot or two, not--“ he freed one arm and waved wildly at the sky.
Sam drew a deep breath and gave the front door of the house a wary look. “How long does the spell last?”
“I don’t know,” the teenager mumbled to his toes.
“Can you stop the spell?”
“If I touch the object again.” They both looked up at the tiny speck.
“Right,” Sam sighed. “What about when the spell ends? Will it just... drift gently back down?”
The sniffle and scuffed foot was answer enough. Sam felt the tension in his belly worsen. He wracked his brain trying to think of anything he could do before the door opened and his brother walked out.
Suddenly the kid’s eyes flew open and his face took on an expression of panic. “What about airplanes? What if a plane hits it?! They’ll take me to jail! My mom is going to kill me!”
Sam rubbed his face. “I really don’t think that’s what you need to be the most concerned about.”
“You can think of something worse than being responsible for a bunch of people dying?” The teenager demanded, face dead white.
“The sky is a pretty big place; I don’t think anyone up there is going to die because of your spell today. People here on the other hand...”
“What are you talking about?” The kid was staring at the sky again, an expression of vague horror on his face - no doubt waiting to see a 747 go streaking into the dark spot before bursting into flames and tumbling to the earth.
“People in danger of sudden death.”
Sam flinched at the front door opened and Dean sauntered out, looking sharp in his suit and projecting total confidence as he assured the kid’s mother again that the school wouldn’t be pursuing any disciplinary actions, just wanted to make sure she knew what her son was getting involved in. Dean made it down three steps before his expression slid from satisfied, to confused, to suspicious....
The kid followed Sam’s gaze to the steps where Dean was looking at them with a steadily darkening expression. The boy swallowed hard. “Um. Maybe I can explain to him. I mean, it was an accident...”
“I wouldn’t bother.” Sam pasted a falsely reassuring smile on his face and moved to block Dean’s path. The last thing they needed was to be reported to the police for another homocide. Well, they might need that slightly more than they needed thirty-five hundred pounds of steel to fall abruptly out of the sky and land on their heads. Maybe.
“Then what should I do?” The teenager asked, sounding close to tears.
“Run.”
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You did a marvelous job. I actually had four favorites, so it was a tough week for me. I tried to find flaws in those four, but I just couldn't. Your's was definitely one of them!
You did kill the Impala, but believe it or not, I did not hold that against you!!! :D I truly enjoyed every minute I spent reading and rereading your story!
Thank you!
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There were several really good submissions this time around, so it was extremely difficult to pick just one "best" story.
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