Sponsored by @deancashorrorfest comes a thought provoking piece of art drawn by the wonderful @suninjang and a story of celestial, twisted love written by me all taking place in the lonely last frontier: Space!
Archive Tags/Warnings: Destiel, Space!AU, Horror, Psychological Horror, Space Horror, Space Engineer!Dean, Planet!Cas, Alien!Cas, Toxic Relationship, Unintentional Emotional Manipulation, Hallucinations, Canon Typical Violence, Anxiety, PTSD, Past Abuse Trauma Mention, Mental Manipulation, Unreality, Lines Between Reality and Dreams Blurred, Monster Canon Applies, Nightmare Sequences, Sleep Deprivation, Psychosis Resulting from Sleep Deprivation, Profanity
Summary: Dean Winchester dreamed of being a mechanic all his life, but he never thought he would end up working as a mechanic for NASA and going into space. He's thrust into his first ever space mission after a strange lunar body, dubbed Luna-b I, mysteriously appears in Earth’s sky. Teams of astronauts scramble up to the permanent lunar base and begin analysis to determine if the blue orb is any threat to mankind. Most of the first team is sent home after a few months, nearly all of them having fallen ill with devastating cases of space sickness, despite being seasoned astronauts. As time goes on, it becomes clear that something altogether unnatural is going on here. Dean feels like he’s losing his mind as he and his crewmates also begin to succumb to sickness. He races to figure out what could possibly be the root cause. Is Luna-b I really just some weird, deep space rock that got caught in the Moon’s orbit by chance? Or is it something much more sinister, watching and waiting for the opportune moment?
"What the fuck is that?!? Ahhh!” Dean yelled in pain, the sound feeling as if it were pressing up against his eardrums, ready to shatter them. He got up, still covering his ears, and searched his room for a possible origin point. There was nothing that would have been making a noise like that here.
He began to open drawers frantically looking for any kind of relief…
And then it stopped. Just like that, the sound was gone and Dean was left standing bent over the drawer in his nightstand that he had been rifling through, panting. While he stood, trying to collect his thoughts and process what had happened, he heard a knock at the door.
“Dean? Are you ok in there? I heard yelling,” It was Kevin. One of the only two remaining healthy members of Team Alpha, was at his door. Their rooms were just across the hall from each other. If he had heard Dean yell, maybe he had heard that awful screeching sound too! Dean crossed the room in a few strides and popped his head out of the door.
“Hey, Kev,” Dean replied, trying to be as nonchalant in his line of questioning as possible. He didn’t need anyone thinking he was already losing it a mere 30 hours into his first space mission. “Yeah, yeah I’m all good. Just, uh, stubbed my toe pretty good is all,” Dean chuckled nervously.
“Oh, ok,” Kevin replied, still looking concerned. His eyes flicked down to where he could just see Dean’s feet through the open part of the door. “Must have been pretty bad to yell like that when you’ve still got your work boots on,” Kevin met Dean’s eyes with a look of cutting knowing.
“Oh, yeah, well I thought I should put them back on after I stubbed it so good, ya know? But, uh, hey, anyway, I’m glad you’re here. Have you heard any high-pitched, screeching noises lately? Like, in the last few minutes or, I don’t know, ever?” Dean asked, trying to mask his desperation and hoping it didn’t show through in his voice. He needed to know he wasn’t the only one who had heard that sound.
Kevin’s brow knit together, “High-pitched screeching? Do you mean like from any of the equipment or…?” he trailed off, waiting for Dean to give him more details.
“Uh, yeah! Just like equipment. Of course, haha. I think there’s something that needs tightening or loosening or something around here but I haven’t figured out where it’s coming from,” Dean lied.
“Huh…,” Kevin thought for a moment. “No, I can’t say I’ve heard any equipment making a screeching noise, or any other noise like that for that matter. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”
“Great, thanks Kev,” Dean waved goodbye and shut the door. He slumped against the door in defeat.
Perfect. That’s just what he needed. He didn’t know much about sound, but he knew machines. That was not a noise that a machine could make.
Join us in October to see what happens next! 🧑🔧🚀🪐🛸
