9x22 - Stairway to Heaven Clip
There’s two lamps.
External image So while Dean destroyed one lamp
The lamp in the background is left to mourn the other lamp.
May it rest in peace.
I ship these lamps so hard.
It’s a very tragic love story really. I mean, they only had each other for company all those years in which the Bunker was locked without occupants. Then the Winchesters come. And they’re so happy because for the first time in decades they can shine brightly, and help lend light to the research of Supernatural creatures again, as was originally intended. And for months everything is bliss.
Until one day that tall man, but slightly shorter than the really tall man, gets into a rage for reasons the lamps can’t understand.
And lamp one watches in horror as the man throws the books and papers off of the table. But it breaths a sigh of relief because he just barely misses the other lamp. But then the man turns back around and swings his arm in an arc, knocking the lamp across the room so that it slams into the wall, shatters, and falls to the floor.
The lamp cries out in horror, but no one hears it over the sound of more furniture being thrown around.
His companion all those years, his lover—taken from him in an instant. He felt he could just burn out right there and then and no longer lend light to the Winchesters. And at the same time, he felt he needed to get revenge. All these emotions burning intensely inside of him.
But sadly, he could do nothing. For he was only a lamp.
did you just write a lamp fanfiction
you gotta love this fandom
Didn’t this start out talking about Cas and Dean? Screw that ship, Lamp and Other Lamp it is, maybe the dead Lamp will come back from hell and they will reunite..
Lamp stood at the crossroads, Shovel by his side.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shovel asked, pushing dirt aside.
The lamp look wistfully at the horizon. “Yes” he muttered. He nudged box with a picture of himself and other items inside. He covered it with dirt. He muttered the incantation, and a crossroads demon appeared.
The demon looked around, confused for a moment because there was no human in sight.
“I’d like to sell my soul for my lover,” the lamp sternly said.
The demon looked down to where the lamp sat on the ground.
“You…can’t sell your soul.”
“Please!” The lamp begged. “My first born. Anything!”
The demon shuffled awkwardly. He had seen a lot of weird things in his time in hell, but never this. He didn’t get paid enough for this.
“Sorry cupcake.” And he disappeared with a snap of his fingers.
“Damn it!” the lamp shouted towards the heavens. “Damn it,” he muttered, softer.
“Oh dear…” Shovel said. “I know that look.”
“I’m going to hell myself.” Lamp said. “I’m going to save him.”
Shovel sighed because he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop Lamp from going down into hell. And yet he felt obligated to at least try. “Please. You had an eternity together, just let him go.” Shovel begged of his friend.
“An eternity.” Lamp muttered under his breath. “It doesn’t feel like it. We knew each other since we were made together as a set. But it hasn’t been near an eternity.” Lamp’s light suddenly turned on as he came to an epiphany. Shovel’s heart filled with dread as he realized what his friend planned to do.
“Come on. We have to get back home.” Lamp said, voice determined as he knew what it was that he had to do.
As they arrived back at their home in the bunker, Shovel had already tried and tried to convince his friend against his plans, but it was too late. Lamp knew what he had to do. He shook as he stood where his lover once stood collecting dust while there was nobody inhabiting their home.
There was a loud, deafening crash as Lamp threw himself off of the table, landing in the same spot that his friend turned lover had died. Shovel let himself fall against the wall as he saw the life light go out of Lamp. Shovel felt responsible for putting the idea of an eternity in his friend. But he knew it was bound to happen eventually, whether by Lamp’s own doing, or by the hands of the slightly shorter angry human who’d killed Other Lamp.
Shovel hoped that Lamp got his happy eternity with Other Lamp in death.
The taller man walked into the room. He looked at the floor to see a lamp in pieces.
“Dean!” The man yelled.
What the hell is a Dean, Shovel thought.
Dean came running into the room, gun in hand. “What?” he said.
“Dean. I just fixed this lamp here.” The tall man said, a lamp in his hand. It bore cracks from where it had shattered into pieces, but otherwise, it was glued back together and ready to take its place back on the table.
“That’s great, Sam, but why the need to yell?” Dean huffed.
Sam rolled his eyes, and then pointed at the floor where another lamp lay shattered. “Dean. You have got to stop breaking the furniture!”
“I didn’t do this,” Dean said, slightly offended.
Sam set the lamp in his hands on the table and plugged it back into the socket. It glowed brightly. He then turned his attention back to Dean.
“Oh really. So the lamp just threw itself off the table?”
Shovel drew in a stunned breath, dread settling over him, staring at the two men as they walked out, still arguing. Shovel only had a few seconds to collect himself before he heard a relatively cheery “Hello!” He looked guiltily over at Other Lamp.
“Hi.”
Other Lamp frowned slightly at Shovel’s tone, but otherwise didn’t respond to it. “I wasn’t expecting to be fixed, I thought it would all be over. But the tall one mended me.” He explained.
“That’s… It’s good. Er, it’s good to have you back.” Shovel shuffled nervously. “I- I mean we, uh, we missed you.”
“How long was I gone?” Asked Other Lamp, feeling elated at the notion that he was very much alive. He couldn’t think of anything that could ruin this moment.
“A few weeks.” Sighed Shovel. “A long few weeks.”
He knew he would have to break the news, he knew he couldn’t hide it. He was surprised Other Lamp hadn’t noticed the shattered pieces yet, but then Other Lamp wasn’t always the most observant lamp. Still, the pieces were there, and it was only a matter of time.
“A few weeks?” Repeated Other Lamp. “It felt like longer!”
“It sure did.” Muttered Shovel.
“I missed you guys - especially Lamp! I’m not used to not seeing him every day.” Other lamps light flickered with cheeriness. Shovel dropped the false smile, unable to keep it up when every word felt like a stab, but Other Lamp didn’t seem to notice. He did, however, frown and look around. “Where is Lamp?” He asked suddenly. “Did they move him to a different room?” The heartbroken look on his face made Shovel feel all the worse, knowing the truth was no where near as good.
“It was a long few weeks, Other Lamp.” He muttered. Uncertain, Other lamp moved slowly to the edge.
“W-what do you mean?” He asked, his voice quavering. In response, Shovel merely looked down at the shards on the floor. Following his gaze, Other Lamp let out a shocked squeak, feeling like his world was crashing down around him.
“I’m sorry.” Sighed Shovel, feeling like it was all his fault. Other Lamp slowly raised his eyes.
“I can’t live without him.”
