Fic: Why Can't We Be Friends
Jun. 20th, 2010 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guineamaowTitle: Why Can't We Be Friends
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Gabriel (pre-relationship)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 553
Summary: When Sam started keeping a journal, it was supposed to be for keeping track of information about cases, not for spilling his thoughts about a certain pagan god.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe. It is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW Network. This story was not written for profit and no offense is meant to anyone.
So, I've never really kept a journal before. Ever. Just…. never really felt the need to, I guess. But Bobby suggested it might be a good way for us to keep track of things we run into so we'll be able to reference it later on, the way Dad did with his journal. So why not, right? It's not like there's a whole lot to do in the car except sleep, which is kind of impossible when Dean won't let me turn the radio down even to a dull roar.
We just finished up a job in Springfield, Ohio at this university. Thought it was just a bunch of pranks, but it turned out a Trickster had come into town something like six years ago and was masquerading as a janitor on campus so no one would suspecthim it when another 'prank' happened. It was a pretty good idea, but these things are seriously dangerous. What they call pranks often end in serious humiliation or death for their victims. Like this one. He It killed two people and traumatized probably a hell of a lot more.
God, why do I keep wanting to call this thing a 'he'? Yeah, it looked like a guy, but it's just another monster. Hell, it made this chainsaw-wielding madman go after me and Bobby while a couple of hot chicks in lingerie tried to kill Dean. And that's never not going to be a weird mental image. But…. I don't know. I know that we had to kill it if we were going to stop it from doing anymore damage because that's what we do, that's what this whole life is about. I just feel kind of bad for it, you know? I mean, now that I think about it, this Trickster was just trying to protect itself and really? Those people he killed and traumatized before we showed up? They kind of did deserve what they got.
The dickhead fratboy, the married professor that kept screwing around with students, and the animal testing guy…. Maybe the Trickster had a point. Maybe that's why there's so much Trickster lore out there, because under the layers of death and humiliation, they're just trying to teach their victims a lesson. That's something I can get behind, but there's no way I'd ever tell Dean about this. He'd freak out on me and go on for an hour about how we're not supposed to sympathize with the monsters, that they're always going to be our enemies no matter what. But why do they have to be?
I mean, look at the way cops usually deal with drug-related crimes in California. A lot of the time, they'll ignore the small-time pot dealer in favor of going after someone who's selling something a lot more serious because they may not feel it's worth their time to go after someone for selling or smoking pot. It's not the best comparison, but I think it still works. We could be trying to find and kill bigger monsters, like Yellow-Eyes, other demons, or hell, a few nasty spirits.
Or maybe I'm just saying all this because I actually kind of miss the Trickster. I know it wasn't human, but it was still really good-looking. That wouldn't be a twisted kind of bestiality, would it?
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Gabriel (pre-relationship)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 553
Summary: When Sam started keeping a journal, it was supposed to be for keeping track of information about cases, not for spilling his thoughts about a certain pagan god.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe. It is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW Network. This story was not written for profit and no offense is meant to anyone.
So, I've never really kept a journal before. Ever. Just…. never really felt the need to, I guess. But Bobby suggested it might be a good way for us to keep track of things we run into so we'll be able to reference it later on, the way Dad did with his journal. So why not, right? It's not like there's a whole lot to do in the car except sleep, which is kind of impossible when Dean won't let me turn the radio down even to a dull roar.
We just finished up a job in Springfield, Ohio at this university. Thought it was just a bunch of pranks, but it turned out a Trickster had come into town something like six years ago and was masquerading as a janitor on campus so no one would suspect
God, why do I keep wanting to call this thing a 'he'? Yeah, it looked like a guy, but it's just another monster. Hell, it made this chainsaw-wielding madman go after me and Bobby while a couple of hot chicks in lingerie tried to kill Dean. And that's never not going to be a weird mental image. But…. I don't know. I know that we had to kill it if we were going to stop it from doing anymore damage because that's what we do, that's what this whole life is about. I just feel kind of bad for it, you know? I mean, now that I think about it, this Trickster was just trying to protect itself and really? Those people he killed and traumatized before we showed up? They kind of did deserve what they got.
The dickhead fratboy, the married professor that kept screwing around with students, and the animal testing guy…. Maybe the Trickster had a point. Maybe that's why there's so much Trickster lore out there, because under the layers of death and humiliation, they're just trying to teach their victims a lesson. That's something I can get behind, but there's no way I'd ever tell Dean about this. He'd freak out on me and go on for an hour about how we're not supposed to sympathize with the monsters, that they're always going to be our enemies no matter what. But why do they have to be?
I mean, look at the way cops usually deal with drug-related crimes in California. A lot of the time, they'll ignore the small-time pot dealer in favor of going after someone who's selling something a lot more serious because they may not feel it's worth their time to go after someone for selling or smoking pot. It's not the best comparison, but I think it still works. We could be trying to find and kill bigger monsters, like Yellow-Eyes, other demons, or hell, a few nasty spirits.
