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31 May 2009 @ 06:20 pm
Ficlet: It always rains in Prague  
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Titel: It always rains in Prague
Author: Vesta
Rating: G
Category: Melancholy
Words: 611
Disclaimer: I do not own. I own nothing, so don't sue.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you would be so kind
Summary: The rooms are emtpy, the car is empty. The only constant is the rain. Too many Tuesdays and one neverending Wednesday.

Notes:For the record; I don't think that it always rains in Prague. Set at the time of 'Mystery Spot', between one Wednesday and the next. Unbetad. Mind your eyes and beware of grammatical horrors. The most excellent banner is by ala_tariel. It's amazing. Hunnybunny, you are the sweetest!




It always rains in Prague. He stands in front of the window, faint reflection of himself staring back. Big, fat raindrops spatter against the glass, distorting his face. Or perhaps showing it as it really is, the face he feels under his fingertips when he strokes a hand over it, rubbing tired eyes, being the twisted image. He doesn't know, and he doesn't care. It always rains…

He's alone. The emptiness beside him, around him, screams of silence where there should be sounds. The soft sighs of the rain can't drown the echoing quiet. He wonders if it really always rains in Prague, or if that is something he picked up before.

Detroit, Michigan. It rains. Heavy, thunderous rain, drowning him. He has a lead. The old warehouse is empty, but there is a note for him. "Too late," it says. As he doesn't know already. As he doesn't know that he is failing, and has been even since before. The rain doesn't stop. Not there, not in Prague. Still alone.

The recorded voice on his voicemail is barely audible over the rain and the steady whoosh of the wipers across the windshield. "Would be nice to hear your voice," it says. That is not the voice he wants to hear. He turns the phone off, tosses it in the backseat. The empty backseat. He guns the car, too fast on the wet road. The rain hits like a flood, the only thing he can see for a moment is himself, reflected in the water.

Jackson, Tennessee. The room is empty, looks like no one has been there. Just him. One bed. One bag. The precious map tacked to the wall the only hint of anyone staying there. He sits on the bed, cleans his guns. Doesn't have to look at his hand while he does it. Knows the moves too well, for too long. Looks at the map, traces his own tracks, his own failures. The rain doesn't stop. There has to be something wrong, he is not in Prague but still it is always raining. The thought strikes him; perhaps he is carrying the rain with him. Making the sky cry instead of the tears he can't shed.

A new lead. The voice on the voicemail tells him to hurry up. He does. It might be a good lead this time. He hasn't been back to 'that' spot since 'that' day. He wonders if the shovel is still standing, after all these months. Not even then did he cry, but it started to rain.

He knows something is not right even before he touches the door. Or maybe this is the most right things have been for a long time now. It's hard to tell. The house is old, deserted. Empty as the space beside him, behind him. It takes him a moment to catch on; the rain has stopped. The door creaks when he opens it, sharpened stake hidden in his jacket. He wants to set the world on fire, for making him be this alone for so long. Can't, though. The world is too wet.

That doesn't matter anyway. This is it. He knows, from the core of his being, that this is where it ends. The loneliness and the rain. And if it doesn't, the world will end. He'll make sure of that.

"Please, bring him back."

The pillow is soft under his head. The radio is blaring.

"Yeah, it's Wednesday. Usually comes after Tuesday."

He looks out the window, can't see himself reflected. Can feel the smile and the tear on his face though. "I wonder," he says, "if it really always rains in Prague."



 
 
Current Mood: melancholy
 
 
 
Jojo: DSjojothecr on May 28th, 2009 08:12 pm (UTC)
Aww, this is so sad. But beautiful. Poor Sammy.

And yeah, I have to say I clicked on the link to your fic mostly because I read the word 'Prague', because hello, I'm from the Czech Republic and meeting something like this in a fic, especially SPN fic is very, very unusual and very, very nice. And no, it doesn't always rain in Prague. I was there a few times, and it was raining only once. Just for the record. ;)

Otherwise, great fic. :)
Vesta: sam6biggelois on June 1st, 2009 06:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! Glad you liked.

I've been to Prague once myself.It rained a little then, was mainly sunny. But I've heard the phrase somewhere, and it twangs my melancholy strings.
lady_eilthanalady_eilthana on May 28th, 2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love "Mystery Spot" so much and I liked this short ficlet. Even though it doesn't rain now, it left a lump in my throat.

He wants to set the world on fire, for making him be this alone for so long. Can't, though. The world is too wet.

Beautiful image.
Vesta: sam6biggelois on June 1st, 2009 06:01 pm (UTC)
Mystery Spot is one of my favourites. Sam being so alone is heartbreaking.
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
nightporters on May 28th, 2009 09:15 pm (UTC)
I'm always pleased to see a fic from you. Brought tears to my eyes.
Vesta: sam6biggelois on June 1st, 2009 06:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you! Tears are great praise, means I got it right. Excellent. Thanks again.
Andrea: gunpornlupina78 on May 29th, 2009 02:06 pm (UTC)
Sorry..wasn´t able to read it earlier..(had in bookmarked though) and all I can say is awwwwwwwww!! Me wants to hug him! Really awesome!! ♥
Vesta: sam6biggelois on June 1st, 2009 06:08 pm (UTC)
No probs, hun. Thank you. I'm so glad you liked it. Sad, yes, he really needs a hug or a dozen.
Call Me Psycho Troll!ala_tariel on May 29th, 2009 04:41 pm (UTC)
Because it's Mystery Spot and I have to do something about it. :D


Vesta: fireworksbiggelois on May 29th, 2009 05:28 pm (UTC)
You....OMG! It is gorgeous! I love it. I dunno what to say...Thanks!!! Did I say I love it?And that I love you? Come here, I need to hug you, lots.
I made a banner out of it. I hope you don't mind, 'cause how am I supossed to resist doing that?

::smooch::
Call Me Psycho Troll!ala_tariel on June 1st, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
Waaaaa....so glad you like it. :D
Yes, you did say you love me. *grins*
*HUGS YOU*
Vesta: sam6biggelois on June 1st, 2009 06:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, me like!! I have it as a wallie as well. Pretty art with pretty boy. Can't get much better :)

::big hugs back::
muiting on June 3rd, 2009 02:40 pm (UTC)
Well, that was incredibly depressing! It's very well written though.

BTW, I just love your picture of Ewan MacGregor in that black gown! I never thought I'd get turned on by a guy in a religious costume! LOL!
Vesta: ewanbiggelois on June 4th, 2009 05:32 pm (UTC)
Mystery Spot was a very sad episode. Broke my heart. And thanks!

Ewan in a cassock is major hotness. Who could ever resist that?
sothereyougo: Sleeping!Sam Impalasothereyougo on June 8th, 2009 04:10 pm (UTC)
This was that lovely kind of melancholy that makes me sigh instead of weep, especially because you ended the fic on that moment of joy when Sam realizes that the Trickster gave him back Dean. This does a great job of evoking how very alone Sam was during that terrible time, and I love the image at the beginning of Sam looking at his reflection distorted by the rain-drops. Great job!
Vesta: sam6biggelois on June 9th, 2009 07:50 am (UTC)
Thank you! I was worried that the text was too short to manage to express waht I wanted, but it seems it was enough. I felt that the rain was a good synonym for how Sam felt during that time.
I'm glad you liked it :)