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Supernatural Fanfic: Forest Night Flight (for spn_bigpretzel's Halloween Reverse Micro-Bang) - CaffieneKittySpace
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Supernatural Fanfic: Forest Night Flight (for spn_bigpretzel's Halloween Reverse Micro-Bang)
Title: Forest Night Flight
Fandom: Supernatural
Alternate Posting: AO3
Rating/Content: Gen, PG-13, CRACK, curses, mental alteration. Set somewhere in season 2 maybe?
Word Count: 873
Disclaimer: I do not own and did not originate this world and its inherent characters.
Notes: Written for dizzojay's spn_bigpretzel Halloween Reverse Micro-bang art "Haunted Forest", seen below.

Summary: One day they would both look back at this and laugh. So hard.

haunted-forest by dizzojay



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Forest Night Flight
by Caffienekitty
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One day they would both look back at this and laugh. So hard. Hyperaware of the feeling of tiny insect feet tugging on the hair at the back of his head, Sam laboriously carried a very alert Dean toward where the Impala was parked on the forest access road.

Soon after the curse-slinging demon had literally flamed out, Sam had given up trying to ride herd on his whammied older brother's erratic mobility issues and taken the more expedient route of physically packing him out of the indeterminately weird forest.

A fireman's carry would have been far more effective for Dean's solid form, but something about the position made Dean's altered consciousness panic, and he flailed around like an electrocuted octopus. Knocking Dean out would have solved that problem, but in Dean's current state Sam didn't know what effect involuntary unconsciousness might have on the curse. The last thing he wanted was to risk this becoming permanent.

"SPIDER!" Dean twisted around, staring intently into a tree as they passed underneath it. "SPIDER!"

Sam winced at the volume of his brother's voice in his ear. "Okay. Got it. Thanks for the warning."

The only saving grace was that Sam could see his way well enough to not need to try to juggle a flashlight as well as his far-from-immobile older brother. It was only just past dusk and clear, with a nearly full moon rising between the trees.

"EYES!" Dean twitched in Sam's arms. "EYES IN THE DARK!"

Keeping his grip despite Dean's squirming, Sam's brow wrinkled in bemusement. "...Was that a 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' quote?"

The tiny insect feet clinging to his hair disappeared for a terrifying split second but then gripped his earlobe, tiny wings floofing in his ear.

Sam smirked in relief. "I'm just saying, if your brain kicks out Star Trek quotes under these circumstances, you're a way bigger Trekkie than I tho-"

"BATS!" Dean shouted, then made a noise somewhere between a cartoon bat flying and Hannibal Lecter contemplating what went best with a nice chianti.

Sam sighed, shifting his grip on his brother. "Yeah, probably lots of bats."

Dean's head swiveled to look directly into Sam's face. "BATS!?"

Holy crap, two-way communication? Sam stopped walking to meet Dean's unnaturally wide-eyed gaze and spoke slowly and simply. "Yes. Bats. Many many bats."

"BATS!!!!" With a violent spasm that knocked Sam on his ass, Dean dropped to the forest floor, already scrambling upright to run.

Tiny bug feet pinched Sam's earlobe. "Crap! Stop!" He grabbed at Dean's flailing arm but it wasn't where he expected it to be. Dean's unpredictable motions quickly carried him haphazardly across the clearing before Sam got to his feet.

Here we go again, Sam thought as he started to chase after Dean, but was suddenly facially accosted by a set of tiny adamant wings.

"Dude!" Sam forcibly restrained himself from swatting the moth fluttering into his face. "Not helping, Dean! I'm trying to get your-" Sam gestured at his brother's capering form zig-zagging around the clearing shouting about bats, "-stupid bug-brained body under control before he decides to take a flier off into a gully and discover he doesn't have any wings right now!"

The quarter-sized moth flapped in front of his eyes, testing Sam's swatting reflex restraint again, then down to flap around the flashlight sticking out of Sam's jeans pocket.

Sam watched with dismay as the little moth danced around the unlit flashlight. Is Dean's humanity is starting to erode? A human consciousness inside a moth can't have much room.... If I lose him- "Hey. You- you aren't letting this whole being-a-moth thing get to you are you, man?"

The moth executed a tight loop around the flashlight, then shot straight up into Sam's face to cling to his messy bangs, swatting him directly in the eye with a wing.

"Ow! Jerk." Sam blinked away the sting of wing-dust as the Dean-moth let go, flew a quick dart in the direction of his panicky, moth-controlled human form, then zipped back down to land on Sam's flashlight.

Sam stared down at his little moth brother for a second before facepalming. "God, I'm an idiot!" Dean flew off the flashlight as Sam grabbed it, turned it on and pointed it at Dean's human form. "Hey!"

In the distance between trees, Dean's form stumbled to a halt and turned toward Sam. "LIGHT! LIGHTLIGHTLIGHT!"

Sam grinned. "Great! We've got his atten-"

Suddenly, Dean's body was charging awkwardly through the trees towards Sam in what looked like it would turn into one hell of a flying tackle. "LIIIIIIIIGHT!!!"

"Crap! Hang on, Dean!" Sam spun in the direction of the Impala and started racing through the woods, keeping the flashlight pointed behind him to keep his brother's body following.

One day, Sam thought grimly as he ran, feeling Dean's little mothy feet digging into his left eyebrow, listening to his six-foot brother's moth-driven body chasing after the flashlight in Sam's hand, crashing through the underbrush and shouting about light. One day, we're gonna sit around with a couple of beers and go 'hey, remember that time some demonic hex-slinger swapped Dean's consciousness with a moth's?' And then we'll laugh our asses off.

But when we roll up to the scrap-yard, I bet the first person who's gonna start laughing is Bobby.

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(that's it)

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Current Music: "Here It Goes Again" ~ OK Go

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borgmama1of5 From: borgmama1of5 Date: November 3rd, 2014 04:33 am (UTC) (Link)
ROFL!!!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 3rd, 2014 06:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Much appreciated!
candygramme From: candygramme Date: November 3rd, 2014 05:24 am (UTC) (Link)
I am laughing so hard right now! Love it. Of course Moth!Dean would be freaked out by bats!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 3rd, 2014 06:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked it!
auntmo9 From: auntmo9 Date: November 3rd, 2014 01:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
LMAO! This is not the kind of body swap you'd expect, but perfect for this comm! I can picture Sam and Bobby laughing over this. But I can see Dean putting it the " we will never speak of this again Sammy " category!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 4th, 2014 08:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, I don't think Dean would be too keen on revisiting the experience.
jennytork From: jennytork Date: November 3rd, 2014 02:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
LOL Oh, man, I NEEDED this!!! Thank you!!!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 4th, 2014 08:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked it!
ciaranbochna From: ciaranbochna Date: November 3rd, 2014 03:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
:D Thank you...lol
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 4th, 2014 08:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Anytime.
crowleysxmas From: crowleysxmas Date: November 3rd, 2014 04:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
So that's what happened good old Cuthbert. I always did try to get him to transfer to the Crossroads Department but he insisted on staying in Curses and Spells. Those bloody Winchesters sure do get around.

- Crowley
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 4th, 2014 08:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, he had artistic tendencies that wouldn't have worked well in an intense sales environment.
vansgroi From: vansgroi Date: November 3rd, 2014 08:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
This has to be one of the funniest little stories that I've read in a while. I love it!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 4th, 2014 08:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Aw, thank you!
cassiopeia7 From: cassiopeia7 Date: November 6th, 2014 05:55 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, WOW, what a fantastic interpretation of the original prompt! It fits perfectly with Dean's not-all-there expression in the art and had me totally ROTFL. Magnificent!!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 7th, 2014 04:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! The art was very inspirational.
irismay42 From: irismay42 Date: November 9th, 2014 06:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Moth!Dean!!!!!!! He should get his own show!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: November 9th, 2014 09:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
Casting a trained moth would be really tricky though.
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