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19 September 2009 @ 04:07 pm
[ficlets] Olympian (Supernatural, gen, Sam & Dean, PG)  
Olympian
Nine short stories of gods and heroes, monsters and demons, and all things Supernatural

Written for bertee for the Fall Fandom Free-for-All

Note: All of these take place in the first through mid-third seasons; I am halfway through Season 3 and am dying to get caught up; until then, please accept my sadly outdated submissions!



i. Prometheus

Dean often wonders what happened to the old heroes. When he and Sam were kids, their dad used to speak admiringly of his fellow hunters. He remembers Dad calling them titans, and in Dean's young mind they grew to mythical height, giants walking the earth and vanquishing the demons that lurked, Dean now knew, in every shadow and behind every mirror. Now there are hunters, but no heroes. Dean misses them.

In his best moments, Dean thinks he still has a chance of becoming a titan himself. And in his worst, he feels like a shadow, a fake. What is he, after all, but a pathetic imitation of his dad, using knowledge stolen from those who came before him? If he's a titan, he's a cursed one, because when he clutches Dad's old notebook to his heart he feels a surge of borrowed strength. But he feels his insides crumbling at night, sometimes, and he wonders if he only builds up his own ego so that it can be eaten again.

At least he knows it's worth it. With every life that's saved, he tells himself, it has to be worth it.

ii. Zeus and Hera

"What I don't understand," Dean said, slamming down his beer, "is why you're so pissed about it. Who do you care who I sleep with, hm?"

"I don't trust her," Sam insisted, his voice high and straining to remain even.

"I bet you don't." Dean threw his hands up. "God, if I didn't know better I'd think you were a jealous wife!"

"Maybe I am," Sam said, and before Dean could do more than raise his eyebrows and drop his jaw, Sam went on. "Maybe it's about time you dropped the shenanigans and focused on the important things. You were the one who dragged me out of school for this endless road trip of yours, and now you want to spend the whole time drinking and picking up girls?"

"I thought this was about you not trusting her," Dean shot back.

"Yeah, well..." Sam sighed heavily. "Maybe it's you I shouldn't be trusting."

iii. Apollo and Artemis

The best moments are when they're hunting together, fierce and merciless. Shotguns full of rock salt and revolvers loaded with silver bullets are their weapons of choice, along with quick wits and trained muscles. Sam's the golden boy, thoughtful and brilliant, and Dean's the executioner. Between the two of them, there's no mark on earth that can escape their aim.

There's no one better than them, and if there were, he'd only be that way until the inevitable day when Sam and Dean saved his life. Or had to take it.

iv. Daedalus and Icarus

"I told you not to try it."

"Yeah, well, aren't you so smart. Ow! God, that hurts."

"Stay still."

"I'm trying."

"Look, don't feel bad. It was a decent idea to start with. You managed to kill the demon. It was just that you got a little too close, that's all."

"How-- OW!-- else was I supposed to set the fire?"

"Stay still! Damn it..."

"Are you... are you laughing at me?"

"No."

"Sam."

"I can't help it! You looked so funny with wax all over you. Like a walking candle."

"Hey, burn, baby, burn, righ-- OWW!"

v. Pandora's Box

Only a few minutes. If that. Only a few minutes the gates of Hell were opened.

And into the world flew every imaginable kind of evil. Ghouls and ghosts and demons, malice and deceit and greed, corrupting, possessing, and destroying wherever they went. A war begun that would take more than the two of them to fight. And one of them already claimed by the other side as their champion, no matter how hard he fought against that destiny.

Dean felt hopeless, but maybe that was because hope was still trapped inside. Maybe when he went down there, he'd be able to send it up in his place.

vi. Dionysus and King Midas

"Sammy, look, check this out!" And the deck of cards was a stack of ones.

Sam pushed forward. "Dean, what, what the hell did you do?"

"Not sure, actually," Dean said with a shrug. "I remember talking to that guy in the bar last night. You know, the really weird one."

"The one who said he had a foolproof business opportunity for you?" Sam's brow wrinkled. "The one I told you not to have another drink with?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Isn't this great?" He crossed the room and poked at a King James Bible, which happily dissolved into a cloud of Benjamins.

"Dean. Dean. Stop. Hold on a second." Sam followed him. "You're telling me everything you touch turns to money."

Dean just giggled and converted the Yellow Pages to green pages.

"Dean, hold on a minute."

"No, you hold on a minute, Sam. You're always ruining--"

He stopped short. He'd laid a hand on Sam's coat, which was now lining the floor in the form of a loose carpet of bills.

Sam stepped back as fast as he could. "Don't. Don't move. I'm gonna find that guy, and I'm going to stop this. Don't touch anything. Don't even scratch your nose. Understand?"

"Dude, my nose wasn't even itching until you said that. Now I've gotta--"

"Don't!""

vii. Orpheus and Eurydice

"I'll go into hell myself and get you back," Sam had muttered a moment before he fell asleep.

Dean looked down at him, one hand stuffed into the pocked of his jeans. He'd been ready to head to a shower before bed himself, but Sam's sudden words - spoken somewhere south of sober - halted him in his tracks. He had such trouble imagining hell, even though he'd seen its door, knew for sure it existed. He knew it was full of horrors, people becoming demons as their humanity was burned away over countless centuries of pain. It was a hell of a thing to look forward to, but he'd already been warned not to look back.

He passed a hand over Sam's hair, ruffling the feathery strands. Sam murmured in his sleep and his lips pursed. Dean chuckled. "No, you won't," he said in a low voice. "That won't end well, Sammy. It couldn't."

He sniffled, but the tears were still brimming when he walked away.


viii. Perseus and Medusa

Sam handed him the shotgun. "Remember, don't look at its face," he said.

They slid into the old warehouse undetected. No sign of the snakes that served as her eyes and ears. That's what had led them here: the tale of a snake infestation. They'd suspected something Biblical in proportion, a plague, a demon, a curse... but instead they'd gotten her.

"Damn Gorgons," Dean spat, curling his lip. "It's bad enough they're ugly enough to turn you to stone, but did they have to have snakes everywhere?" As if on cue, his foot came down on a snakeskin, and the crunching noise resounded. Sam and Dean froze.

A whooshing noise.

"Quick! Eyes down!" Sam shouted as a presence swooped down from the rafters to stand before them. They could hear the hissing of a thousand rattlesnakes, and the room was suddenly full of steam and fog.

Dean groped for his gun. Sam! The mirror!" he shouted, and Sam, his eyes shut tight, stumbled to the back of the room. When he held up the glass pane they'd glued to the lid of a trash can, Dean shouldered his shotgun backward and blew the ugly bitch away.

All around the warehouse, stone statues started to move again.

ix. Demeter and Persephone

"Maybe I can still work something out," Dean suggested out of the blue.

"Work what out?"

"The arrangement. You know, with the demon. Maybe I can do a time-share. You know. Six months in hell, six months here."

Sam frowned. "If you're trying to make a joke, it's not funny," he said sternly.

"It's not like I'm going to die," Dean said, "not really. They're just dragging my living ass to hell. Unless you think someone's gonna shoot me first. Does hell hire assassins?"

Sam scrambled over to him. "Just stop," he said. "Stop it. Stop talking about hell, and stop talking about being shot. It's not gonna happen."

"We've been over this."

"Yeah, we have." Sam's hand on his shoulder was warm, like spring sun. "I'm going to find a way."
 
 
 
stark raving sane: sam-brainarchiveninja on September 20th, 2009 01:25 am (UTC)
These are all good, but I particularly love iv. and vi.

^_^
Tiptoe39: dean winkstiptoe39 on September 21st, 2009 01:09 am (UTC)
You're just a sucker for Dean abuse, aren't you? :D Thanks honey!
stark raving sane: andy-salt!archiveninja on September 21st, 2009 02:33 am (UTC)
Who, me??

:;blinks innocently::

More like a sucker for humor actually, SPN fandom has that in very short supply.
a shapeshifting baby called Jensen: sam wowbertee on September 20th, 2009 09:12 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow, these are incredible! I love, love, love the comparisons in i and iii, the humour in iv and vi, and the more literal approach in viii. i, ix, and vii are heartbreaking though and I loved how short but how wonderful v is.

Also, Dean and Sam as Hera and Zeus is hilariously brilliant. :)

Thank you so so much for writing these, hon! They're amazing! ♥ ♥ ♥
Tiptoe39: dean winkstiptoe39 on September 21st, 2009 01:09 am (UTC)
It was fun to come up with the ideas and give them a shape, so thanks for the lovely, lovely prompt. I had to let them fight at least one greek monster, ne?

So, so, so pleased you enjoyed. Thanks!!!
dmlpackerdmlpacker on September 21st, 2009 12:04 am (UTC)
I love Greek Mythology. I love Supernatural. Therefore, by the laws of math, I love this squared.
Tiptoe39: squeetiptoe39 on September 21st, 2009 01:08 am (UTC)
I'm so very glad! Thank you for reading and commenting!!