FIC- Go On, Go Anywhere.
title: Go On, Go Anywhere
Supernatural
rating: PG
PROMPT: RADIANT BOYS
a/n: for paranormal25 prompt table. This is nowhere even close to what I thought I would write for this prompt. I really hope it doesn’t suck. Please don’t be afraid to tell me if it does, I live for feedback, even if it’s “Don’t ever do this again”.
summary: They could be wherever they wanted to be.
These boys didn’t really know much else except for moving. They were silly and mischievous and they laughed all the time. It was funny to scare people. One or the other of them would look around to see where they happened to be at the moment, and immediately know what to do.
Moving things was pretty cool. The looks on people’s faces!!! It sent them into fits of giggling when one of them would push a coffee mug across a counter or send a newspaper fluttering across a room, turning even the biggest toughest-looking grownup into a cowering mess.
Changing the temperature in a room had taken them a while to get the hang of, but it was worth the effort to watch someone realize they were seeing their breath inside house flooded with radiant heat, realize something was off, wrong, scary, unexplainable.
Radiant. Now that was a word they didn’t know, really, not in the context that applied to them.
The best thing, though, the one that took the most energy but gave them the biggest reward, was when they let someone see them, kind of. It was so hard to do, and the boys were never entirely sure what they looked like to real people, but they figured maybe people thought they were monsters or something because the grownups’ eyes would go all big and freaked out and sometimes they would even shout or cry or curse.
Curse words were bad. The boys never said any curse words. But they heard them. HA! They made grownups say curse words! If the people knew they were just kids playing around, they wouldn’t have been so scared. Neither of them knew why they were so scary, but once they moved on to the next place, they’d always take a few minutes to sink into each other, almost crying from laughing so much, everything they did was fun.
They moved without thinking from one place to the next, never knew where they’d end up but really, it didn’t matter. So the boys weren’t like people, they knew that, but whatever they were was something really really awesome, they could be anywhere, anytime, they moved freely and didn’t care about where they landed. Just so long as they could keep up this infinite happiness, this constant feel of knowing they were bound to each other and able to do dumb stuff that made the adults all scared and shaky and made the two of them giggly and what would probably be breathless with laughing if either of them ever had to breathe.
The reason why scaring people was so funny to them was never an issue. These two little boys didn’t speak to each other because they didn’t have to. It was an understanding that never needed to be discussed or explained.
One of the kids was bigger than the other. They knew each other’s names. It was just there, who knows why. They knew each other’s names, but they didn’t know if they were friends or relatives or whatever, it didn’t make a difference, honestly, they were bound to each other and never questioned why. One of the boys was bigger, he could even read some of the words on the papers they sent flying around rooms so that they could freak out the grownups, the other one knew there were letters on the pieces of paper but couldn’t ever make any sense of them.
Lots of things they didn’t know. Didn’t know they were brothers. Didn’t know about the yellow-eyed demon that had possessed their mother when they were real boys, didn’t know she had smothered them both to death in separate rooms while she wasn’t in control of her actions. Didn’t remember a mother, didn’t know she’d slit her wrists and fallen across their corpses after she’d gotten back to herself. Didn’t know she’d left behind a man whose entire family had been taken from him in the span of one shift at the materials factory, a man who completed the cycle by hanging himself on a beam in the attic after he’d wrapped his wife and sons in blankets soaked through by his tears of unbearable sorrow.
They were just boys. Dean and Sam, moving constantly, laughing all the time, breathless with the joy they found in their ability to make people believe in what something they’d never believed in before.
Supernatural
rating: PG
PROMPT: RADIANT BOYS
a/n: for paranormal25 prompt table. This is nowhere even close to what I thought I would write for this prompt. I really hope it doesn’t suck. Please don’t be afraid to tell me if it does, I live for feedback, even if it’s “Don’t ever do this again”.
summary: They could be wherever they wanted to be.
These boys didn’t really know much else except for moving. They were silly and mischievous and they laughed all the time. It was funny to scare people. One or the other of them would look around to see where they happened to be at the moment, and immediately know what to do.
Moving things was pretty cool. The looks on people’s faces!!! It sent them into fits of giggling when one of them would push a coffee mug across a counter or send a newspaper fluttering across a room, turning even the biggest toughest-looking grownup into a cowering mess.
Changing the temperature in a room had taken them a while to get the hang of, but it was worth the effort to watch someone realize they were seeing their breath inside house flooded with radiant heat, realize something was off, wrong, scary, unexplainable.
Radiant. Now that was a word they didn’t know, really, not in the context that applied to them.
The best thing, though, the one that took the most energy but gave them the biggest reward, was when they let someone see them, kind of. It was so hard to do, and the boys were never entirely sure what they looked like to real people, but they figured maybe people thought they were monsters or something because the grownups’ eyes would go all big and freaked out and sometimes they would even shout or cry or curse.
Curse words were bad. The boys never said any curse words. But they heard them. HA! They made grownups say curse words! If the people knew they were just kids playing around, they wouldn’t have been so scared. Neither of them knew why they were so scary, but once they moved on to the next place, they’d always take a few minutes to sink into each other, almost crying from laughing so much, everything they did was fun.
They moved without thinking from one place to the next, never knew where they’d end up but really, it didn’t matter. So the boys weren’t like people, they knew that, but whatever they were was something really really awesome, they could be anywhere, anytime, they moved freely and didn’t care about where they landed. Just so long as they could keep up this infinite happiness, this constant feel of knowing they were bound to each other and able to do dumb stuff that made the adults all scared and shaky and made the two of them giggly and what would probably be breathless with laughing if either of them ever had to breathe.
The reason why scaring people was so funny to them was never an issue. These two little boys didn’t speak to each other because they didn’t have to. It was an understanding that never needed to be discussed or explained.
One of the kids was bigger than the other. They knew each other’s names. It was just there, who knows why. They knew each other’s names, but they didn’t know if they were friends or relatives or whatever, it didn’t make a difference, honestly, they were bound to each other and never questioned why. One of the boys was bigger, he could even read some of the words on the papers they sent flying around rooms so that they could freak out the grownups, the other one knew there were letters on the pieces of paper but couldn’t ever make any sense of them.
Lots of things they didn’t know. Didn’t know they were brothers. Didn’t know about the yellow-eyed demon that had possessed their mother when they were real boys, didn’t know she had smothered them both to death in separate rooms while she wasn’t in control of her actions. Didn’t remember a mother, didn’t know she’d slit her wrists and fallen across their corpses after she’d gotten back to herself. Didn’t know she’d left behind a man whose entire family had been taken from him in the span of one shift at the materials factory, a man who completed the cycle by hanging himself on a beam in the attic after he’d wrapped his wife and sons in blankets soaked through by his tears of unbearable sorrow.
They were just boys. Dean and Sam, moving constantly, laughing all the time, breathless with the joy they found in their ability to make people believe in what something they’d never believed in before.