here is a concept drabble i wrote in 15 minutes of the storm siblings as hunters a la the winchester brothers based on the result i got from the last dumb post i reblogged lmao; i did not edit this and i hold no responsibility for anything thank you and goodnight
Force fields don’t always work on spirits.
Reed had explained it to her once. Spirits, see, don’t follow all the laws of physics that govern the human world; while sometimes they have a corporeal form, and can be pushed around as a physical body would, often, when they’re more translucent, they’ll just pass right through. With the way that her eyes bend light, thanks to the effects of the cosmic radiation, she’ll always be able to see them, but in the cases involving the latter scenario, that’s where the usefulness of her powers ends.
Still, Sue always tries it — even if it’s a gamble. And right at this moment, that gamble isn’t working out quite so well in her favor.
This one’s giving her a real thrashing, sending her flying into the walls at every conceivable opportunity, with an intensity that has to be personal. She figures that it is; the spirit they’ve tracked to upstate New York, isolated in an abandoned cabin by a lake somewhere in the Adirondacks, belongs to a woman who’d lost her two children, a boy and a girl, in a drowning. Sue feels for her, she really does, because she can’t imagine what it’d be like to lose her own children at all, much less in such a horrible way, but —
The wall cracks under the impact of her head for the fifth time, and she doesn’t have to be able to see anything to know that she’s bleeding.
“Johnny!” she calls to her brother, whose shovel she can still hear digging into the dirt just outside the cabin. “What are you waiting for? Burn the damn bones! I don’t have all day!”
“That’s really high and mighty coming from the one who left the salt in the car, Sue! And you tell me I’m irresponsible.” More shifting of dirt, and then there’s the distinct clang of metal on bone. “Hang on, I’ve almost got her!”
The spirit seems to know it, too; her head turns, mouth open inhumanly large to scream. She moves, swiftly, to the window….
“FLAME ON!”
Instantly, the hold on Sue releases as the spirit disintegrates: she slides to the floor, gasping for breath. The fingers that slide to the back of her head definitely feel blood, but as far as she can tell, it’s nothing too serious — something that another few minutes might’ve changed.
Regardless, though, the job is done, and hopefully, finally, the spirit can find some peace.
As Sue pushes herself up off the floor and heads outside, she thinks the spirit will be the only one who does; after that comment, a certain little brother of hers won’t know peace for a long time.
I keep trying to make a mostly joking post about how Sam’s bisexuality could be revealed, but I keep just circling back to Sam/Max, so I guess that’s the mood of this afternoon.
