A fic for the birthday girl.
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layne67Happy Birthday my dear ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
i_o_r_h_a_e_l! You'll get your proper present later, but in the meantime, here's a little something for you. And yeah, you've read this before *shuffles feet* but I tidied it up a bit, and I hope that you'll still like it, my lovely Shinta **HUGS**
Title : Strangers in the Night.
Fandom : Supernatural
Rating : Gen
Characters : Sam, Dean
Word Count : 1200+
Warning : Shinta-Sue, but hey, it's her birthday!
Disclaimer : Supernatural and its characters belong to Kripke et al. I'm just having fun, no profit made.
Summary : An English teacher receives unexpected visitors while giving extra lessons to one of her students. Second person POV.
It's a dark and stormy night and the rain has been pouring non-stop for the past couple of hours. You sigh in frustration. It looks like there’s no chance of you going back home anytime soon. You want to blame your student for coming in late, but to be fair, it’s not really her fault that the weather turns bad. Lightning and thunder chase each other across the sky and suddenly the lights go off.
Your student screams and you yourself can hardly keep your whimper in but you put on a brave face, steadying your breath. It’s pitch black inside the room.
That’s when you hear it, the sound of tap-tap-tapping outside your door. Footsteps.
You and your student clutch at each other. You’ve quite forgotten that you’re supposed to show a brave front.
The sound of the footsteps stops. You hold your breath. So does your student. All is silent except for the sound of rain lashing against your window.
It's cold. Very cold. Funny you didn't notice that before. You can see puffs of cold vapour coming out of your mouth. You have never been as scared as you are right now in your entire life.
You fumble to pick up the telephone but it's dead. You check your cell and somehow you’re not surprised to see that it's not working either.
You strain your ears but you can't hear anything. But you know that whoever, or whatever that was making the sounds is just outside your door. Waiting.
Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness and you look around you to see if there is anything that you can use as a weapon. There is an umbrella in the stand by your desk. Not a good choice of weapon but you have nothing else.
You take the umbrella and grip the handle hard with both your hands. Your arm brushes against your student's. You can feel her trembling and you try to reassure her but nothing comes out. Your throat feels constricted and you can feel a panic attack coming.
Steady Shinta, you tell yourself and you silently mutters a prayer.
That's when you see it. The door knob. It's turning slowly, so very slowly that you would have missed it if you haven't been staring at it. With your heart in your mouth you watch the door opening and that's when you see him.
You want to scream but you can't.
You want to run and hide but you can't.
You hear your student whimpering, cowering behind you. She’s saying something under her breath, over and over again, "Please don't let them get me, please don't let them sent me back, I'm not ready, I'm not ready."
You don't quite register what the girl is saying. Your attention is fully on the man who has just stepped into your office. He's tall, easily six feet, and he's holding something in his hand. Something that's emitting a shrill noise and is flashing red. The man slowly walks in with the -- meter, whatever, brandished in front of him. You hear him say something but you don't get what he’s saying.
That's when you see that there's another man behind him and this one is even taller. He's holding a flashlight in his hand, and you draw in your breath sharply. He has a gun in his hand. You fall on your knees, keening with fright, letting go of the umbrella.
"Shhh. It's alright. Miss Shinta?" the first man says quietly, walking slowly towards you.
He knows my name, you think. How does he know my name? Oh God, help me please.
You reach behind you for your student but she’s no longer there. You whisper her name but there’s no answer. You look up and you see her standing by the window, silently looking towards the two men. She looks sad, and ... resigned.
"Rosa?"
She looks at you and she sighs, "I'm sorry, Miss Shinta."
You’re bewildered. Sorry? For what? Your quick mind goes off a mile a minute. Who is Rosa, anyway? You’ve known her for only a month. Have you ever seen her at the students' cafetaria? Does she have any friends? The only places you’ve seen her were in the classroom and here at your office. She's a good student, intelligent but a loner. And very quiet. Now that you think of it, you’ve never seen her talking to anybody else but you.
You hear someone clearing his throat. You’ve completely forgotten about the two men. The first man comes towards you, while the other man goes towards Rosa, talking softly to her, saying words that you cannot hear.
"Miss Shinta? I'm Dean, and that’s my brother Sam. This must have been a shock to you but there's nothing to be afraid of." The man's voice is deep and slightly raspy. He holds out his hand, and you let him pull you up.
" I'm sorry, but Rosa is a spirit, a restless spirit that has lost her way. Sam will show her the way home."
You don't quite know why, but you believe him. Even without Rosa getting more and more transparent with each word that Sam is saying to her, you believe the man.
"But she - she has been here all this while and she has never hurt a soul."
"For now, yes. But as time goes by, she will get angry and that's when trouble will start. As it is, I believe there have been strange happenings here for quite some time?”
You don't answer him. But he’s right. There have been stuff, things happening at the office that couldn't be explained – lights flickering on and off, clawing sounds that you thought were rats.
"Dean?" It’s the other man, Sam.
You look up towards the window. Rosa is no longer there. Just the rain coming in through the window. Sam must have opened it for … whatever.
The lights suddenly come on and you blink in the sudden glare. You can now see the two men properly. Dean. He has green eyes, you note, and the longest lashes that you’ve ever seen on a man. Or a woman for that matter. Sam’s there, standing beside him.
Sam needs a haircut, you think automatically but it's Dean who has your attention. And it's with a slight shock that you realize how pretty Dean is.
"Who are you?" There's a slight tremble to your voice, a breathlessness.
You lift up your hand and run your fingertips over Dean's stubbles as if it’s the most normal thing for you to do. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes and you stare at him, mesmerized by the sweep of his long lashes against his cheeks.
You trace the outline of his nose, knuckles brushing against his eyelashes. You breathe in his scent, musky and with a faint undertone of aftershave. Dean bends his head towards you.
Time seems to stand still.
"Dean."
You jerk apart from him, shocked out of your … trance? Sam. You’ve completely forgotten about him. He’s looking at Dean, and there is a look on his face that you don't quite understand.
You mentally shake yourself. The spell is broken. Because that was what it must be. You had almost kissed a stranger. A beautiful stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.
You look at Dean, and you see what looks like regret on his face.
"Shinta, I – we, we must be going."
He takes your hand and brings it up to his lips. He kisses it softly and whispers, "Till we meet again."
And then he's gone, along with Sam.
You hold the hand that Dean has just kissed against your lips.
"Till we meet again," you repeat softly to yourself.
~The End.
i_o_r_h_a_e_l! You'll get your proper present later, but in the meantime, here's a little something for you. And yeah, you've read this before *shuffles feet* but I tidied it up a bit, and I hope that you'll still like it, my lovely Shinta **HUGS**Title : Strangers in the Night.
Fandom : Supernatural
Rating : Gen
Characters : Sam, Dean
Word Count : 1200+
Warning : Shinta-Sue, but hey, it's her birthday!
Disclaimer : Supernatural and its characters belong to Kripke et al. I'm just having fun, no profit made.
Summary : An English teacher receives unexpected visitors while giving extra lessons to one of her students. Second person POV.
It's a dark and stormy night and the rain has been pouring non-stop for the past couple of hours. You sigh in frustration. It looks like there’s no chance of you going back home anytime soon. You want to blame your student for coming in late, but to be fair, it’s not really her fault that the weather turns bad. Lightning and thunder chase each other across the sky and suddenly the lights go off.
Your student screams and you yourself can hardly keep your whimper in but you put on a brave face, steadying your breath. It’s pitch black inside the room.
That’s when you hear it, the sound of tap-tap-tapping outside your door. Footsteps.
You and your student clutch at each other. You’ve quite forgotten that you’re supposed to show a brave front.
The sound of the footsteps stops. You hold your breath. So does your student. All is silent except for the sound of rain lashing against your window.
It's cold. Very cold. Funny you didn't notice that before. You can see puffs of cold vapour coming out of your mouth. You have never been as scared as you are right now in your entire life.
You fumble to pick up the telephone but it's dead. You check your cell and somehow you’re not surprised to see that it's not working either.
You strain your ears but you can't hear anything. But you know that whoever, or whatever that was making the sounds is just outside your door. Waiting.
Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness and you look around you to see if there is anything that you can use as a weapon. There is an umbrella in the stand by your desk. Not a good choice of weapon but you have nothing else.
You take the umbrella and grip the handle hard with both your hands. Your arm brushes against your student's. You can feel her trembling and you try to reassure her but nothing comes out. Your throat feels constricted and you can feel a panic attack coming.
Steady Shinta, you tell yourself and you silently mutters a prayer.
That's when you see it. The door knob. It's turning slowly, so very slowly that you would have missed it if you haven't been staring at it. With your heart in your mouth you watch the door opening and that's when you see him.
You want to scream but you can't.
You want to run and hide but you can't.
You hear your student whimpering, cowering behind you. She’s saying something under her breath, over and over again, "Please don't let them get me, please don't let them sent me back, I'm not ready, I'm not ready."
You don't quite register what the girl is saying. Your attention is fully on the man who has just stepped into your office. He's tall, easily six feet, and he's holding something in his hand. Something that's emitting a shrill noise and is flashing red. The man slowly walks in with the -- meter, whatever, brandished in front of him. You hear him say something but you don't get what he’s saying.
That's when you see that there's another man behind him and this one is even taller. He's holding a flashlight in his hand, and you draw in your breath sharply. He has a gun in his hand. You fall on your knees, keening with fright, letting go of the umbrella.
"Shhh. It's alright. Miss Shinta?" the first man says quietly, walking slowly towards you.
He knows my name, you think. How does he know my name? Oh God, help me please.
You reach behind you for your student but she’s no longer there. You whisper her name but there’s no answer. You look up and you see her standing by the window, silently looking towards the two men. She looks sad, and ... resigned.
"Rosa?"
She looks at you and she sighs, "I'm sorry, Miss Shinta."
You’re bewildered. Sorry? For what? Your quick mind goes off a mile a minute. Who is Rosa, anyway? You’ve known her for only a month. Have you ever seen her at the students' cafetaria? Does she have any friends? The only places you’ve seen her were in the classroom and here at your office. She's a good student, intelligent but a loner. And very quiet. Now that you think of it, you’ve never seen her talking to anybody else but you.
You hear someone clearing his throat. You’ve completely forgotten about the two men. The first man comes towards you, while the other man goes towards Rosa, talking softly to her, saying words that you cannot hear.
"Miss Shinta? I'm Dean, and that’s my brother Sam. This must have been a shock to you but there's nothing to be afraid of." The man's voice is deep and slightly raspy. He holds out his hand, and you let him pull you up.
" I'm sorry, but Rosa is a spirit, a restless spirit that has lost her way. Sam will show her the way home."
You don't quite know why, but you believe him. Even without Rosa getting more and more transparent with each word that Sam is saying to her, you believe the man.
"But she - she has been here all this while and she has never hurt a soul."
"For now, yes. But as time goes by, she will get angry and that's when trouble will start. As it is, I believe there have been strange happenings here for quite some time?”
You don't answer him. But he’s right. There have been stuff, things happening at the office that couldn't be explained – lights flickering on and off, clawing sounds that you thought were rats.
"Dean?" It’s the other man, Sam.
You look up towards the window. Rosa is no longer there. Just the rain coming in through the window. Sam must have opened it for … whatever.
The lights suddenly come on and you blink in the sudden glare. You can now see the two men properly. Dean. He has green eyes, you note, and the longest lashes that you’ve ever seen on a man. Or a woman for that matter. Sam’s there, standing beside him.
Sam needs a haircut, you think automatically but it's Dean who has your attention. And it's with a slight shock that you realize how pretty Dean is.
"Who are you?" There's a slight tremble to your voice, a breathlessness.
You lift up your hand and run your fingertips over Dean's stubbles as if it’s the most normal thing for you to do. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes and you stare at him, mesmerized by the sweep of his long lashes against his cheeks.
You trace the outline of his nose, knuckles brushing against his eyelashes. You breathe in his scent, musky and with a faint undertone of aftershave. Dean bends his head towards you.
Time seems to stand still.
"Dean."
You jerk apart from him, shocked out of your … trance? Sam. You’ve completely forgotten about him. He’s looking at Dean, and there is a look on his face that you don't quite understand.
You mentally shake yourself. The spell is broken. Because that was what it must be. You had almost kissed a stranger. A beautiful stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.
You look at Dean, and you see what looks like regret on his face.
"Shinta, I – we, we must be going."
He takes your hand and brings it up to his lips. He kisses it softly and whispers, "Till we meet again."
And then he's gone, along with Sam.
You hold the hand that Dean has just kissed against your lips.
"Till we meet again," you repeat softly to yourself.
~The End.
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Date: 2009-02-22 05:02 pm (UTC)Aww, Layne!!!!!!!!
I'll be back...
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Date: 2009-02-22 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 03:03 am (UTC)Hope you're having a good day today!!
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:12 am (UTC)Thank you again! *mwaaaaah*
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Date: 2009-02-23 04:20 am (UTC)*pingsan*
Dean...
Please, please, come, for real.
:)
Awwwwww, this is so, so good, Layne. I can almost see Dean standing before me, feel his face, his kiss upon my hand. Please let this be real. :)
But - Rosa. *shudders* Gosh. I hope I won't get a ghost as my student. Oh dear.
*chuckles*
Thank you very much, my dear. I always love your fics and the way you tell them. They're all so special.
*hugs you and never lets go*
PS. When will you come to Jakarta? *g*
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Date: 2009-02-23 04:31 am (UTC)Alternate ending :
Dean leans down and you close your eyes. You feel his breath on your lips and your heart stops. Then, the soft brush of his lips and you part your lips, the meerest hint of his tongue and your knees buckle under you. He catches you in his arms and you melt into him, you arms going around him, holding on tight, tight, tight, like you never want to let go. The kiss is soft, almost chaste, but not, and it seems to go on forever. You pull apart from him, and looking into his eyes, you fall in love ...
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Date: 2009-02-23 05:43 am (UTC)Thank you for this alternate ending. But actually I was thinking about Sam and guessed perhaps they were together. Heheh.
Awww, Layne, what have I done to deserve
Deanthis? ^__^no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 05:54 am (UTC)*hugs*
Can I have a slice of that cake, please?
/is hungry.
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Date: 2009-02-23 06:28 am (UTC)Or you should come here. We also have coffee pudding, es cendol, nasi + ayam, cookies, kerupuk sanjay (from Minang), etc.
*grins*
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Date: 2009-02-23 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 06:56 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2009-02-23 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 12:48 pm (UTC)Thank you, dearest!
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Date: 2009-02-26 04:48 am (UTC)And when Shinta touches Dean's face, and he leans in and then...I think I stopped breathing. :D
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Date: 2009-02-26 11:02 pm (UTC)Thank you again!