Preserving Beauty Eternal
Title: Preserving Beauty Eternal
Fandom: Supernatural, One Tree Hill and Stay Alive.
Pairings: Sam/Brooke, one-sided Sam/October.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Word Count: 1033.
Spoilers: Spoilers for season one of SPN and the entire Stay Alive movie.
Summary: She tries not to look at him too much.
Author's Note: I don't even know.
She gets Dean’s phone number after she finds Phin dead in the middle of the road. The phone’s buttons are covered in blood - his blood - and she tries to wipe it off her hands as she listens to the ringing, as if he could somehow see it over the phone line. Like he would blame her for his death.
She was already doing that, though.
Yeah? His voice is gruff, almost like she had just woken him, and she considers hanging up. But this was John Winchester’s boy, and her grandmother had always told her that they were reliable. That they’d be there to help her with anything, even though they didn’t know her. I can hear you, y’know.
She asks his name, just to be sure, and then starts explaining her situation. It doesn’t even dawn on her to tell him where she got his number until he interrupts her - Hey, lady, take a breather - and when she does, she feels stupid. But this has to end before anyone else gets hurt.
He asks where they’re located and tells her to be safe. Then, almost as if his mom had been standing behind him and reminded him of his manners, Dean asks her name.
October.
---
She’s been sitting at her café for a few hours, restless and agitated. The door’s locked and the open sign’s off because she’s only expecting one customer, but she can’t leave the lights off. Leave it to some homicidal ghost to steal away the darkness, one thing that she’d always loved.
The three sharp raps on the glass startles her and she curses beneath her breath as she walks over, unlocking the door. When she opens it, the man on the other side stares at her like he’s seen a ghost.
She actually glances behind her to make sure there isn’t one.
When she invites him in, he hesitates and gives an almost conflicted look over his shoulder, then steps inside. My brother’ll be right in. She keeps the door unlocked, but walks over to the counter, offering him a cup of coffee.
Any chance you gotta beer instead?
She grabs a Heineken and slides it down the counter to him, then grabs herself a mug of coffee. One for his brother, too: two sugars, no cream. When she walks back to where she’d been sitting, the bell above the door chimes again and she glances over. A similar look on a similar face and October starts to wonder if there’s something wrong with her hair.
Not that it matters.
They sit down with her and discuss details - when it started, what makes her think it’s a ghost - and she tells them the story her grandmother used to tell her and Phin. The Blood Countess and how she used to murder innocent girls, bathe and drink their blood; somehow, she’s killing them off, one by one.
Throughout the entire conversation, Sam watches her and she gets a weird feeling in her gut, like he expects her to be more than she is.
She tries not to look at him too much.
--
Sam’s heavily into research mode, worse than he normally is, when Dean comes back with a couple burgers. There’s a million books spread out around him, his laptop’s open and he’s got more police reports than all the other cases combined. Most of which don’t even relate to the case.
The only sound in the room is the fan on the laptop and Dean chewing loudly. Sam doesn’t even throw anything at him. Eventually, Dean sets his food aside and brushes his hands off. She’s not her, you know.
Sam doesn’t even lift his eyes, but he does freeze.
It takes a moment, but eventually he gets back into research mode, leaning closer to the screen of his computer. When Dean snaps it shut, it nearly grazes his nose. Sam glares up at his brother and gives a sharp nod when he asks if he heard him.
She’s not Brooke.
Sam throws open the laptop again, nearly breaking the hinges as he ducks his head. I know that and he’s hiding again, eyes not lifting to Dean’s face even as he feels his brother staring at him. I just thought that maybe, if I can save October--
You’ll what? Somehow be able to bring Brooke back? Sam can see Dean’s hands on the table from the corner of his eye, but he still doesn’t look up. It doesn’t work like that, Sammy.
Silence lays itself out between them, stretching thin and eventually Dean throws his hands up and lets them slap back down to his thighs. He’s done, he’s going out for a beer and will be back later, and all Sam wants to do is research.
Research until he finds some way to save her, to make everything okay again like he wasn’t able to with his girlfriend.
--
He’s too late to save her. When they get to the house that Swink, Abigail and Hutch are at, Sam can feel it in his gut. He races inside where he hears something - gunshots, maybe? - but he doesn’t get there in time.
She’s hanging upside down, blood pooling over her face and he can’t move. The air’s knocked so far out of his lungs that he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to breathe again.
Dean has to pull him out of there and, surprisingly enough, it’s not much of a struggle.
Sam watches as the house grows smaller in the side mirror of the Impala, trying to keep the wounds inside of his chest closed, even as they start breaking at the seams. October may not have been engulfed in flames, but the burning rage in his gut is the same as it was when he lost Brooke.
All he can think of is revenge.
--
They get a call a couple hours later. It’s Hutch. It’s over but he sounds exhausted. Sam doesn’t take the phone when Dean offers it to him; he doesn’t want to hear anything about October or about what they’re going to do with their lives now that the dead bitch is gone.
He just wants his girlfriend back.
Fandom: Supernatural, One Tree Hill and Stay Alive.
Pairings: Sam/Brooke, one-sided Sam/October.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Word Count: 1033.
Spoilers: Spoilers for season one of SPN and the entire Stay Alive movie.
Summary: She tries not to look at him too much.
Author's Note: I don't even know.
She gets Dean’s phone number after she finds Phin dead in the middle of the road. The phone’s buttons are covered in blood - his blood - and she tries to wipe it off her hands as she listens to the ringing, as if he could somehow see it over the phone line. Like he would blame her for his death.
She was already doing that, though.
Yeah? His voice is gruff, almost like she had just woken him, and she considers hanging up. But this was John Winchester’s boy, and her grandmother had always told her that they were reliable. That they’d be there to help her with anything, even though they didn’t know her. I can hear you, y’know.
She asks his name, just to be sure, and then starts explaining her situation. It doesn’t even dawn on her to tell him where she got his number until he interrupts her - Hey, lady, take a breather - and when she does, she feels stupid. But this has to end before anyone else gets hurt.
He asks where they’re located and tells her to be safe. Then, almost as if his mom had been standing behind him and reminded him of his manners, Dean asks her name.
October.
---
She’s been sitting at her café for a few hours, restless and agitated. The door’s locked and the open sign’s off because she’s only expecting one customer, but she can’t leave the lights off. Leave it to some homicidal ghost to steal away the darkness, one thing that she’d always loved.
The three sharp raps on the glass startles her and she curses beneath her breath as she walks over, unlocking the door. When she opens it, the man on the other side stares at her like he’s seen a ghost.
She actually glances behind her to make sure there isn’t one.
When she invites him in, he hesitates and gives an almost conflicted look over his shoulder, then steps inside. My brother’ll be right in. She keeps the door unlocked, but walks over to the counter, offering him a cup of coffee.
Any chance you gotta beer instead?
She grabs a Heineken and slides it down the counter to him, then grabs herself a mug of coffee. One for his brother, too: two sugars, no cream. When she walks back to where she’d been sitting, the bell above the door chimes again and she glances over. A similar look on a similar face and October starts to wonder if there’s something wrong with her hair.
Not that it matters.
They sit down with her and discuss details - when it started, what makes her think it’s a ghost - and she tells them the story her grandmother used to tell her and Phin. The Blood Countess and how she used to murder innocent girls, bathe and drink their blood; somehow, she’s killing them off, one by one.
Throughout the entire conversation, Sam watches her and she gets a weird feeling in her gut, like he expects her to be more than she is.
She tries not to look at him too much.
--
Sam’s heavily into research mode, worse than he normally is, when Dean comes back with a couple burgers. There’s a million books spread out around him, his laptop’s open and he’s got more police reports than all the other cases combined. Most of which don’t even relate to the case.
The only sound in the room is the fan on the laptop and Dean chewing loudly. Sam doesn’t even throw anything at him. Eventually, Dean sets his food aside and brushes his hands off. She’s not her, you know.
Sam doesn’t even lift his eyes, but he does freeze.
It takes a moment, but eventually he gets back into research mode, leaning closer to the screen of his computer. When Dean snaps it shut, it nearly grazes his nose. Sam glares up at his brother and gives a sharp nod when he asks if he heard him.
She’s not Brooke.
Sam throws open the laptop again, nearly breaking the hinges as he ducks his head. I know that and he’s hiding again, eyes not lifting to Dean’s face even as he feels his brother staring at him. I just thought that maybe, if I can save October--
You’ll what? Somehow be able to bring Brooke back? Sam can see Dean’s hands on the table from the corner of his eye, but he still doesn’t look up. It doesn’t work like that, Sammy.
Silence lays itself out between them, stretching thin and eventually Dean throws his hands up and lets them slap back down to his thighs. He’s done, he’s going out for a beer and will be back later, and all Sam wants to do is research.
Research until he finds some way to save her, to make everything okay again like he wasn’t able to with his girlfriend.
--
He’s too late to save her. When they get to the house that Swink, Abigail and Hutch are at, Sam can feel it in his gut. He races inside where he hears something - gunshots, maybe? - but he doesn’t get there in time.
She’s hanging upside down, blood pooling over her face and he can’t move. The air’s knocked so far out of his lungs that he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to breathe again.
Dean has to pull him out of there and, surprisingly enough, it’s not much of a struggle.
Sam watches as the house grows smaller in the side mirror of the Impala, trying to keep the wounds inside of his chest closed, even as they start breaking at the seams. October may not have been engulfed in flames, but the burning rage in his gut is the same as it was when he lost Brooke.
All he can think of is revenge.
--
They get a call a couple hours later. It’s Hutch. It’s over but he sounds exhausted. Sam doesn’t take the phone when Dean offers it to him; he doesn’t want to hear anything about October or about what they’re going to do with their lives now that the dead bitch is gone.
He just wants his girlfriend back.