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wrenlet saying, "So I'm probably on crack, but..."
Probably a lot of things I do could be prefaced that way.
I want to write some sort of SPN future-fic where Lindsey is there, and has kids. Forget about the details of why he's not dead, the key thing is that he has a son and a daughter, and he raised them in a trailer park--it's a curse, maybe, something that has to do with reliving the most hellish times of his life over and over and over. His son is simple, sort of--17, but stupid and foolhardy. Lindsey doesn't make him go to school (he'd still be set back in 8th grade or something) but Lindsey tries to teach him things himself--how to fix cars, helping a neighbor lady with her busted toilet. The boy is willing enough but forgetful and lazy and easily frustrated. Lindsey is amazingly patient with him, it surprises anyone who sees them together.
In contrast, the girl is sharp and manipulative. She's bitter, like Lindsey was bitter, growing up dirt poor, and she's talented, and she's only 15 but already sexual in ways Lindsey probably wished his little girl would never be. She's becoming the next Britney Spears, complete with the charming Southern drawl and fake breasts--though Lindsey is pretty sure they're a spell. Dean can't believe that Lindsey lets his little girl get up on a stage in skimpy clothing to have a whole country of men drool over her, and Lindsey tries to change the subject at first, but he eventually admits that she's run away. She's run away in the past and now she's powerful enough--or part of something powerful enough--to do it again and successfully get away from him, and so he has to let her do what she wants and he just follows as she's on tour.
There's something suspicious with her management. Lindsey's thought this all along, but he can never pin what it is. Her concerts don't leave strings of suspicious murders behind or anything, she has obsessed fans that she string along and eventually Lindsey successfully scares them away or she loses interest, but none of it seems supernaturally out of the ordinary except there's this stink to all of it. He's tried to ask his daughter about it, but the one time he did his daughter just gave him this look of disgust, and it reminded him of one time when he was in college, home visiting his mama for Christmas, and his old man handed him a beer and said, with only a slight slur in his voice, "So, you're going to be a *lawyer*?" And Lindsey still suspects, but he doesn't know, and he suspects that his daughter may be in on it, but he doesn't know that either, but that sort of makes him not look as hard as he probably could.
Anyway, they go back to the trailer, periodically, where Lindsey is doted upon by neighborhood women, who had wanted to give him more children when they were younger and now are older and just appreciate him as a good if slightly confused man trying to raise his children the best he can. The oldest women bring him casseroles and pies occasionally, he has slept with younger ones off and on over the years when they were grateful that he'd made an abusive boyfriend back off or helped them out with repairs or car trouble or whatever. There are transient people in the trailer park, but the ones who have stayed there forever seem oblivious to the fact that his daughter is now unbelievably popular in pop music, everything when they are there is the same as ever. Lindsey's daughter doesn't make a fuss about returning to the trailer periodically either. She prefers nice hotels to staying our her tour bus whenever possible but she doesn't fuss about the trailer, and Lindsey would like to pin that up to simple homesickness, or humility and knowledge of where she comes from, or something heartening along those lines, but he can't, he knows it's suspicious and probably whatever she's into has some sort of tie to the area--she has to come back to it for some sort of renewal or fulfillment or duty.
Dean and Sam show up. Dean knows Lindsey from before, and likes him. Sam's suspicious--he hasn't met Lindsey before and Dean's warmness toward him seems odd. Sam thinks Lindsey is in on whatever his daughter is in on. They've learned more about the world in the intervening years, and they know now that the occasional evils they've spent their whole lives fighting are nothing when compared to the organized evils of the world, so it means something to Sam when his research shows them some facts about Lindsey's past. Sam thinks that the kind of guy Lindsey was at W&H is the same kind of thing that would lead him to use his daughter and get them involved in whatever is happening here. Dean disagrees. He gets Lindsey on a more fundamental level, he gets Lindsey as a man, and he gets Lindsey as a father and how Lindsey feels about his kids, and he gets Lindsey feeling helpless to control what his daughter is doing even when he thinks she's taking the wrong path, and he gets Lindsey wanting to just keep his family together at all costs.
Sam sees the way Dean watches Lindsey's daughter, and he wonders if that affects Dean's judgement. He tries to feel Dean out on the subject, says things like, "So, she's hot, huh?" and gets scolded about how she's only 15 and little girls shouldn't wear skirts like that. Sam teases Dean about getting old, and Dean agrees. He feels old. Lindsey feels old.
Sam and Dean's lives keep changing. The revenge drive has dropped a bit, and it seems clear that however much they do will never be enough, so it is merely a question of doing what they can. Sam is inclined to settle down somewhere, approach the subject of evil academically, look into solutions that really could change the world, that could make a difference as to the grand scale of things, that could destroy an anthill instead of smashing an ant here and there. Dean feels itchy whenever they spend more than a few weeks in one place, especially if Sam is trying to spend all his time in the library, and if they don't keep moving to hunt obvious evil and easy targets then Dean begins to take on more questionable supernatural things in riskier ways that are more likely to get himself killed.
The sense is something like...Sam is just waiting for Dean to die so he can move on to the next phase of his life and not keep trying to keep Dean from getting killed. Dean is trying to off himself because Sam doesn't really need his protection and Dean is depressed about his overall purpose in the world. He's not at peace and won't be ever, because evil is everywhere, but he's tired and doesn't want to fight.
When Sam had had a vision of Lindsey and his daughter--of an older man tattooing what looked like someone so young they had to be innocent--Dean had been more interested in this than in any other case they'd done recently. Lindsey had had tattoos when Dean had last met him.
Anyway, as it turns out, it isn't a story about evil, or if it is, none of them can figure it out.
It's easy enough for Dean and Lindsey to fall back in bed. But there's more to it, too. Sam and Dean follow Lindsey for a while, and moving with the tour gives Dean a chance to investigate a few haunted houses across the midwest and still come back to a hot shower at a hotel. Lindsey's useful with haunted houses, too, he has knowledge and contacts that make Dean safer and more effective. Lindsey thinks Sam's ambitions are laughable, though, and Sam gets angry that Lindsey will tell Dean what he needs to know to kill X kind of demon but he won't tell Sam how X kind of demon is created or how to lure them away from the earth. There's something behind Lindsey's eyes that tells Sam that he knows this stuff, and simply won't tell, and it's infuriating. After following the tour for a few months, Dean tells Sam that he's going to stay in Lindsey's trailer for a while, watch Lindsey's son and generally fulfill Lindsey's role in the neighborhood. Sam gets a flat in a town an hour away (27 minutes in a true emergency) and woos the librarian at the tiny local university.
And in the end, Sam still suspects and tries to watch out for Dean, but Dean doesn't seem to be trying to kill himself or get himself put in prison. Lindsey still suspects his daughter and what she's gotten herself into, but sometimes she'll come home and sit on the steps up to the trailer and Dean will give her "lessons," tell her stuff about how men should treat her right, and if they don't she should kick them in the balls, and she'll laugh in an unguarded way that reminds Lindsey of when she was a little girl who picked dandelions for him. (He used to put them in a coffee mug on the kitchen table, and she would lean over the table and sniff them with an exaggerated look of enjoyment in the scent on her face and dirt in her hair, and she was beautiful.)
Mm. And that's what I want to write, except now I think I just wrote it. :)
Incidentally, has anyone tried posting fanfic using the "publish" feature of Writely/Google Documents? I'm tempted to do it to put up some of my old fic since the old site is down, but I'm scared that Google will blacklist me for trying to propagate porn or something, and I really like my gmail so I don't want that to happen.
wrenlet saying, "So I'm probably on crack, but..."Probably a lot of things I do could be prefaced that way.
I want to write some sort of SPN future-fic where Lindsey is there, and has kids. Forget about the details of why he's not dead, the key thing is that he has a son and a daughter, and he raised them in a trailer park--it's a curse, maybe, something that has to do with reliving the most hellish times of his life over and over and over. His son is simple, sort of--17, but stupid and foolhardy. Lindsey doesn't make him go to school (he'd still be set back in 8th grade or something) but Lindsey tries to teach him things himself--how to fix cars, helping a neighbor lady with her busted toilet. The boy is willing enough but forgetful and lazy and easily frustrated. Lindsey is amazingly patient with him, it surprises anyone who sees them together.
In contrast, the girl is sharp and manipulative. She's bitter, like Lindsey was bitter, growing up dirt poor, and she's talented, and she's only 15 but already sexual in ways Lindsey probably wished his little girl would never be. She's becoming the next Britney Spears, complete with the charming Southern drawl and fake breasts--though Lindsey is pretty sure they're a spell. Dean can't believe that Lindsey lets his little girl get up on a stage in skimpy clothing to have a whole country of men drool over her, and Lindsey tries to change the subject at first, but he eventually admits that she's run away. She's run away in the past and now she's powerful enough--or part of something powerful enough--to do it again and successfully get away from him, and so he has to let her do what she wants and he just follows as she's on tour.
There's something suspicious with her management. Lindsey's thought this all along, but he can never pin what it is. Her concerts don't leave strings of suspicious murders behind or anything, she has obsessed fans that she string along and eventually Lindsey successfully scares them away or she loses interest, but none of it seems supernaturally out of the ordinary except there's this stink to all of it. He's tried to ask his daughter about it, but the one time he did his daughter just gave him this look of disgust, and it reminded him of one time when he was in college, home visiting his mama for Christmas, and his old man handed him a beer and said, with only a slight slur in his voice, "So, you're going to be a *lawyer*?" And Lindsey still suspects, but he doesn't know, and he suspects that his daughter may be in on it, but he doesn't know that either, but that sort of makes him not look as hard as he probably could.
Anyway, they go back to the trailer, periodically, where Lindsey is doted upon by neighborhood women, who had wanted to give him more children when they were younger and now are older and just appreciate him as a good if slightly confused man trying to raise his children the best he can. The oldest women bring him casseroles and pies occasionally, he has slept with younger ones off and on over the years when they were grateful that he'd made an abusive boyfriend back off or helped them out with repairs or car trouble or whatever. There are transient people in the trailer park, but the ones who have stayed there forever seem oblivious to the fact that his daughter is now unbelievably popular in pop music, everything when they are there is the same as ever. Lindsey's daughter doesn't make a fuss about returning to the trailer periodically either. She prefers nice hotels to staying our her tour bus whenever possible but she doesn't fuss about the trailer, and Lindsey would like to pin that up to simple homesickness, or humility and knowledge of where she comes from, or something heartening along those lines, but he can't, he knows it's suspicious and probably whatever she's into has some sort of tie to the area--she has to come back to it for some sort of renewal or fulfillment or duty.
Dean and Sam show up. Dean knows Lindsey from before, and likes him. Sam's suspicious--he hasn't met Lindsey before and Dean's warmness toward him seems odd. Sam thinks Lindsey is in on whatever his daughter is in on. They've learned more about the world in the intervening years, and they know now that the occasional evils they've spent their whole lives fighting are nothing when compared to the organized evils of the world, so it means something to Sam when his research shows them some facts about Lindsey's past. Sam thinks that the kind of guy Lindsey was at W&H is the same kind of thing that would lead him to use his daughter and get them involved in whatever is happening here. Dean disagrees. He gets Lindsey on a more fundamental level, he gets Lindsey as a man, and he gets Lindsey as a father and how Lindsey feels about his kids, and he gets Lindsey feeling helpless to control what his daughter is doing even when he thinks she's taking the wrong path, and he gets Lindsey wanting to just keep his family together at all costs.
Sam sees the way Dean watches Lindsey's daughter, and he wonders if that affects Dean's judgement. He tries to feel Dean out on the subject, says things like, "So, she's hot, huh?" and gets scolded about how she's only 15 and little girls shouldn't wear skirts like that. Sam teases Dean about getting old, and Dean agrees. He feels old. Lindsey feels old.
Sam and Dean's lives keep changing. The revenge drive has dropped a bit, and it seems clear that however much they do will never be enough, so it is merely a question of doing what they can. Sam is inclined to settle down somewhere, approach the subject of evil academically, look into solutions that really could change the world, that could make a difference as to the grand scale of things, that could destroy an anthill instead of smashing an ant here and there. Dean feels itchy whenever they spend more than a few weeks in one place, especially if Sam is trying to spend all his time in the library, and if they don't keep moving to hunt obvious evil and easy targets then Dean begins to take on more questionable supernatural things in riskier ways that are more likely to get himself killed.
The sense is something like...Sam is just waiting for Dean to die so he can move on to the next phase of his life and not keep trying to keep Dean from getting killed. Dean is trying to off himself because Sam doesn't really need his protection and Dean is depressed about his overall purpose in the world. He's not at peace and won't be ever, because evil is everywhere, but he's tired and doesn't want to fight.
When Sam had had a vision of Lindsey and his daughter--of an older man tattooing what looked like someone so young they had to be innocent--Dean had been more interested in this than in any other case they'd done recently. Lindsey had had tattoos when Dean had last met him.
Anyway, as it turns out, it isn't a story about evil, or if it is, none of them can figure it out.
It's easy enough for Dean and Lindsey to fall back in bed. But there's more to it, too. Sam and Dean follow Lindsey for a while, and moving with the tour gives Dean a chance to investigate a few haunted houses across the midwest and still come back to a hot shower at a hotel. Lindsey's useful with haunted houses, too, he has knowledge and contacts that make Dean safer and more effective. Lindsey thinks Sam's ambitions are laughable, though, and Sam gets angry that Lindsey will tell Dean what he needs to know to kill X kind of demon but he won't tell Sam how X kind of demon is created or how to lure them away from the earth. There's something behind Lindsey's eyes that tells Sam that he knows this stuff, and simply won't tell, and it's infuriating. After following the tour for a few months, Dean tells Sam that he's going to stay in Lindsey's trailer for a while, watch Lindsey's son and generally fulfill Lindsey's role in the neighborhood. Sam gets a flat in a town an hour away (27 minutes in a true emergency) and woos the librarian at the tiny local university.
And in the end, Sam still suspects and tries to watch out for Dean, but Dean doesn't seem to be trying to kill himself or get himself put in prison. Lindsey still suspects his daughter and what she's gotten herself into, but sometimes she'll come home and sit on the steps up to the trailer and Dean will give her "lessons," tell her stuff about how men should treat her right, and if they don't she should kick them in the balls, and she'll laugh in an unguarded way that reminds Lindsey of when she was a little girl who picked dandelions for him. (He used to put them in a coffee mug on the kitchen table, and she would lean over the table and sniff them with an exaggerated look of enjoyment in the scent on her face and dirt in her hair, and she was beautiful.)
Mm. And that's what I want to write, except now I think I just wrote it. :)
Incidentally, has anyone tried posting fanfic using the "publish" feature of Writely/Google Documents? I'm tempted to do it to put up some of my old fic since the old site is down, but I'm scared that Google will blacklist me for trying to propagate porn or something, and I really like my gmail so I don't want that to happen.
