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dixiehellcatWorlds Collide, part 8/11
Authors: dixiehellcat and tetiny68
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby; Gen. Other SPN characters mentioned: Cas, Baltie, and one I can't tell yet cuz it's a surprise. Guest starring Zak Bagans, Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin of Ghost Adventures.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: about 1600 this part; total roughly 17,000.
Summary: The guys finally contact Elizabeth.
Notes for non-SPN viewers...believe me, you don't wanna know why Dean has a disllike for fairies. (if you dare, go look up the ep Clap Your Hands if You Believe.)
Regarding Dean's thoughts on God: in the SPN verse, God is currently absent from heaven, whereabouts unknown.
A cookie for whoever knows where Dean's comment about making pottery comes from. :)
Once again, I think there's enough content for non-GAC fans to follow...if you make it this far you've got a pretty good idea what Zak, Nick and Aaron are like.
And now, moving right along...who's up for breaking Zak's heart?
The next word spoken by the robotic voice was plain to every ear in the room. "HERE."
8 At the same instant, a tiny ball of light blinked into existence at Zak's elbow. Nick called his name and pointed; Zak glanced around, spotted the orb, and smiled like an old friend had just walked in. "There you are," he said. "I should stand up when a lady comes into the room, shouldn't I?" As he stood, the orb rose with him, bobbing at his shoulder, then running down the length of his arm. He laughed. "You did that the first time we met here, remember? I thought then that you must be very lonely. I brought you lots of company, and I hope we can help you get to a place where you'll never be lonely again."
The orb darted away and around the room, pausing near each man as if to familiarize itself with them. "Looks too damn much like a fairy to me," Dean grumbled under his breath. Aaron's camera didn't budge, but his eyes slid sideways to give Dean a dubious look. "Another one you're better off not knowin', big guy."
Nick spoke to the orb politely, but with barely leashed excitement. "Definitely under conscious control. Awesome!"
"Yeah. Hey, Elizabeth!" Aaron greeted the light. "This is my camera. I'm filming all this, like for the newsreels back in your day."
When it approached Dean, he scrutinized it as thoroughly as it did him. "No fairy," he concluded with obvious relief. "Hi there, honey."
Sam was already kneeling on the floor, brushing garbage aside and drawing a circle of manifestation several feet in diameter. As he did he explained every step, for the benefit of the Ghost Adventurers as well as the entity now hovering inquisitively beside him. "This circle is like a focus for energy. Once it's done, Elizabeth, you'll get inside, and what we do next will help us see and hear you better." It was fascinating to work this ritual with an obviously intelligent and cooperative entity. Without a word, Dean passed him the salt, and he started outlining the perimeter with it. "This'll help keep the energy in. Also, we think your being here may have opened a door that let some of those bad beings in. so the salt will keep that from happening while we talk." It also, Sam thought but did not say, would protect them in case this entity was not as benign as it appeared to be. Leaving a small space in the line of salt, he said, "Okay, it's ready. Hop in, Elizabeth," and breathed a tiny sigh of relief when the orb brushed immediately past him to alight in the center of the circle. Quickly he completed the salt barrier and stood, dusting his hands off and starting the chant of manifestation.
As he and Dean spoke the ancient words, the light stretched and spread into a faintly glowing pillar. Slowly it solidified, until it took the form, somewhat translucent, of a young woman. Her hair hung in loose auburn curls, her eyes were vividly blue, and she wore a flowered satin dress that skimmed her curves. She stood stock-still for a moment, then looked down at herself, and her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, looking around her. "I can see myself. I can see you!"
"You couldn't before?" Sam asked curiously. Leave it to him, Dean thought, to meet a hot ghost chick and start questioning her about her experience as a ghost. "You approached each of us individually."
"Yes, but—it's hard to explain. It was like being lost in fog, or caught somewhere between dreaming and waking. Everything's much less cloudy now. I can see you all clearly."
"And we can see you," Dean grinned. "Hello there, gorgeous."
Elizabeth giggled. "You stop that right now, sir. I can see you're no gentleman. Although
I can also see that you would likely have been one of my best customers." That made Dean laugh out loud.
"Jeez Dean, do you have to flirt with the ghosts?" Sam demanded.
"Oh, let him be, Sam," Elizabeth said. "You are Sam, aren't you? I'm having to match voices with faces now; I could hear you much better than see you, though I could get general ideas of people's size and such." She moved as if to step out of the circle, but was stopped by the barrier of salt.
"Sorry," Sam said with sincere apology. "Like I said, that's to protect you and us too."
"A wise thing to do. Come closer, then, if you would!" They all stepped nearer, except for Zak. He already stood closest to the circle's edge, and didn't move, his mouth slightly agape. Lookit that, he's speechless, Dean chuckled to himself. That's gotta be a first. "So, Sam, Dean…and you must be Aaron…"Aaron waved from behind his lens. "Cameras!" she marveled. "Would anyone allow motion pictures of a ghost to be shown, though, I wonder?"
"You'd be surprised what we can get away with showing nowadays," Nick replied with a smile of amazement and obvious delight.
Elizabeth turned to greet him, and Aaron muttered out the side of his mouth, "Damn, she's smokin'!"
Her head whipped back around, curls flying. "Excuse me, sir, but I do not smoke, thank you!" Hot AND spunky, Dean thought with deep regret. Damn shame she's dead.
"That's not what he meant." Zak finally found his vocal cords. "He meant you're…so beautiful."
The phantom's blue eyes seemed almost to glow. "Zak." Her voice caressed his name. "You kept coming back, kept reaching out for me, talking to me. I might have gone mad if not for that hope." A playful little smile touched her lips. "I had to imagine your appearance, and I must say I was wrong. You're far more handsome." He actually flushed. Dean bit back a laugh and heard Sam make a little choking noise. Her gaze traveled down Zak's body and halted at his ripped shirt and clawed chest. "You're hurt! What hap—" She reached toward him and let out a small irritated sound when her hand met the circle perimeter.
Zak gave a dismissive little shrug. "Just a demon."
Now Dean thought he might just join Sammy in choking. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly. "Okay, before you two start makin' pottery, we've got some more work to do, and time's a-wastin'."
Nick glanced at his watch. "Shit," he said. "Oops, sorry, Elizabeth. Dean's right though—it's nearly three, and Red's coming back to unlock at, what, about six?"
"Yeah, we need to get this finished," Sam agreed. "Elizabeth, is there something in this room that belonged to you, something you have an emotional connection with?"
With an effort, she pulled her gaze from Zak. While she directed Sam to a crevice near the radiator where she was held, Nick moved to Zak's side and began to speak to him in low urgent tones. At first he got little response; then, Zak shook himself a little, and seemed to return from wherever he had been. It didn't really surprise Dean to see him react this way upon finally seeing the spirit he had communicated with for all these years. Sure, he was being sort of a sap (though not nearly as emo as Sam could get sometimes) but given the circumstances, Dean couldn't blame him.
Following Elizabeth's directions, Sam found a small gold ring set with a blue stone, wedged in a crack in the flooring. "You say you think those awful creatures are here because of me?" she asked, clearly worried.
"Yes. Not that it's your fault, though," Sam hastened to add.
"What must you do, then?" Her voice quivered.
"It's not really what we do, sweetheart," Dean said. "It's what you've gotta do. You've been here too long. It's time you moved on."
"I—I can't. I'm afraid. I was a…a woman of pleasure. I got with child by a married man, and he murdered me, and my baby—my poor baby, I couldn't save her—so what have I to move on to, but hell's fire? How could there be a place in heaven's realm for one such as I?"
"How could there not be?" Zak countered fiercely. "You suffered so much here, how could a just god inflict more on you?" Dean refrained from mentioning that God seemed to be AWOL; from all indications, the system in place was running just fine without constant divine supervision.
"I could stay here." Elizabeth wrung her hands. "I could stay with you, Zak. I'd be no trouble, I swear it. Just to stay in that dream state, and be in your company—if that's the best I can hope for, it'd be enough."
Zak wet his lips. God help him, he's tempted, Dean thought; but before he or anybody else could speak, Zak shook his head. "I can't," he said, his tone soft but solid. "We can't. If you remaining earthbound is keeping a spirit door open, the dark entities' access route might just move with you. And I live in Vegas." Elizabeth frowned. "It's a big, big city now, baby: too big to turn demons loose in. And besides, your time on earth is done. This isn't your place anymore."
Authors: dixiehellcat and tetiny68
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby; Gen. Other SPN characters mentioned: Cas, Baltie, and one I can't tell yet cuz it's a surprise. Guest starring Zak Bagans, Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin of Ghost Adventures.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: about 1600 this part; total roughly 17,000.
Summary: The guys finally contact Elizabeth.
Notes for non-SPN viewers...believe me, you don't wanna know why Dean has a disllike for fairies. (if you dare, go look up the ep Clap Your Hands if You Believe.)
Regarding Dean's thoughts on God: in the SPN verse, God is currently absent from heaven, whereabouts unknown.
A cookie for whoever knows where Dean's comment about making pottery comes from. :)
Once again, I think there's enough content for non-GAC fans to follow...if you make it this far you've got a pretty good idea what Zak, Nick and Aaron are like.
And now, moving right along...who's up for breaking Zak's heart?
The next word spoken by the robotic voice was plain to every ear in the room. "HERE."
8 At the same instant, a tiny ball of light blinked into existence at Zak's elbow. Nick called his name and pointed; Zak glanced around, spotted the orb, and smiled like an old friend had just walked in. "There you are," he said. "I should stand up when a lady comes into the room, shouldn't I?" As he stood, the orb rose with him, bobbing at his shoulder, then running down the length of his arm. He laughed. "You did that the first time we met here, remember? I thought then that you must be very lonely. I brought you lots of company, and I hope we can help you get to a place where you'll never be lonely again."
The orb darted away and around the room, pausing near each man as if to familiarize itself with them. "Looks too damn much like a fairy to me," Dean grumbled under his breath. Aaron's camera didn't budge, but his eyes slid sideways to give Dean a dubious look. "Another one you're better off not knowin', big guy."
Nick spoke to the orb politely, but with barely leashed excitement. "Definitely under conscious control. Awesome!"
"Yeah. Hey, Elizabeth!" Aaron greeted the light. "This is my camera. I'm filming all this, like for the newsreels back in your day."
When it approached Dean, he scrutinized it as thoroughly as it did him. "No fairy," he concluded with obvious relief. "Hi there, honey."
Sam was already kneeling on the floor, brushing garbage aside and drawing a circle of manifestation several feet in diameter. As he did he explained every step, for the benefit of the Ghost Adventurers as well as the entity now hovering inquisitively beside him. "This circle is like a focus for energy. Once it's done, Elizabeth, you'll get inside, and what we do next will help us see and hear you better." It was fascinating to work this ritual with an obviously intelligent and cooperative entity. Without a word, Dean passed him the salt, and he started outlining the perimeter with it. "This'll help keep the energy in. Also, we think your being here may have opened a door that let some of those bad beings in. so the salt will keep that from happening while we talk." It also, Sam thought but did not say, would protect them in case this entity was not as benign as it appeared to be. Leaving a small space in the line of salt, he said, "Okay, it's ready. Hop in, Elizabeth," and breathed a tiny sigh of relief when the orb brushed immediately past him to alight in the center of the circle. Quickly he completed the salt barrier and stood, dusting his hands off and starting the chant of manifestation.
As he and Dean spoke the ancient words, the light stretched and spread into a faintly glowing pillar. Slowly it solidified, until it took the form, somewhat translucent, of a young woman. Her hair hung in loose auburn curls, her eyes were vividly blue, and she wore a flowered satin dress that skimmed her curves. She stood stock-still for a moment, then looked down at herself, and her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, looking around her. "I can see myself. I can see you!"
"You couldn't before?" Sam asked curiously. Leave it to him, Dean thought, to meet a hot ghost chick and start questioning her about her experience as a ghost. "You approached each of us individually."
"Yes, but—it's hard to explain. It was like being lost in fog, or caught somewhere between dreaming and waking. Everything's much less cloudy now. I can see you all clearly."
"And we can see you," Dean grinned. "Hello there, gorgeous."
Elizabeth giggled. "You stop that right now, sir. I can see you're no gentleman. Although
I can also see that you would likely have been one of my best customers." That made Dean laugh out loud.
"Jeez Dean, do you have to flirt with the ghosts?" Sam demanded.
"Oh, let him be, Sam," Elizabeth said. "You are Sam, aren't you? I'm having to match voices with faces now; I could hear you much better than see you, though I could get general ideas of people's size and such." She moved as if to step out of the circle, but was stopped by the barrier of salt.
"Sorry," Sam said with sincere apology. "Like I said, that's to protect you and us too."
"A wise thing to do. Come closer, then, if you would!" They all stepped nearer, except for Zak. He already stood closest to the circle's edge, and didn't move, his mouth slightly agape. Lookit that, he's speechless, Dean chuckled to himself. That's gotta be a first. "So, Sam, Dean…and you must be Aaron…"Aaron waved from behind his lens. "Cameras!" she marveled. "Would anyone allow motion pictures of a ghost to be shown, though, I wonder?"
"You'd be surprised what we can get away with showing nowadays," Nick replied with a smile of amazement and obvious delight.
Elizabeth turned to greet him, and Aaron muttered out the side of his mouth, "Damn, she's smokin'!"
Her head whipped back around, curls flying. "Excuse me, sir, but I do not smoke, thank you!" Hot AND spunky, Dean thought with deep regret. Damn shame she's dead.
"That's not what he meant." Zak finally found his vocal cords. "He meant you're…so beautiful."
The phantom's blue eyes seemed almost to glow. "Zak." Her voice caressed his name. "You kept coming back, kept reaching out for me, talking to me. I might have gone mad if not for that hope." A playful little smile touched her lips. "I had to imagine your appearance, and I must say I was wrong. You're far more handsome." He actually flushed. Dean bit back a laugh and heard Sam make a little choking noise. Her gaze traveled down Zak's body and halted at his ripped shirt and clawed chest. "You're hurt! What hap—" She reached toward him and let out a small irritated sound when her hand met the circle perimeter.
Zak gave a dismissive little shrug. "Just a demon."
Now Dean thought he might just join Sammy in choking. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly. "Okay, before you two start makin' pottery, we've got some more work to do, and time's a-wastin'."
Nick glanced at his watch. "Shit," he said. "Oops, sorry, Elizabeth. Dean's right though—it's nearly three, and Red's coming back to unlock at, what, about six?"
"Yeah, we need to get this finished," Sam agreed. "Elizabeth, is there something in this room that belonged to you, something you have an emotional connection with?"
With an effort, she pulled her gaze from Zak. While she directed Sam to a crevice near the radiator where she was held, Nick moved to Zak's side and began to speak to him in low urgent tones. At first he got little response; then, Zak shook himself a little, and seemed to return from wherever he had been. It didn't really surprise Dean to see him react this way upon finally seeing the spirit he had communicated with for all these years. Sure, he was being sort of a sap (though not nearly as emo as Sam could get sometimes) but given the circumstances, Dean couldn't blame him.
Following Elizabeth's directions, Sam found a small gold ring set with a blue stone, wedged in a crack in the flooring. "You say you think those awful creatures are here because of me?" she asked, clearly worried.
"Yes. Not that it's your fault, though," Sam hastened to add.
"What must you do, then?" Her voice quivered.
"It's not really what we do, sweetheart," Dean said. "It's what you've gotta do. You've been here too long. It's time you moved on."
"I—I can't. I'm afraid. I was a…a woman of pleasure. I got with child by a married man, and he murdered me, and my baby—my poor baby, I couldn't save her—so what have I to move on to, but hell's fire? How could there be a place in heaven's realm for one such as I?"
"How could there not be?" Zak countered fiercely. "You suffered so much here, how could a just god inflict more on you?" Dean refrained from mentioning that God seemed to be AWOL; from all indications, the system in place was running just fine without constant divine supervision.
"I could stay here." Elizabeth wrung her hands. "I could stay with you, Zak. I'd be no trouble, I swear it. Just to stay in that dream state, and be in your company—if that's the best I can hope for, it'd be enough."
Zak wet his lips. God help him, he's tempted, Dean thought; but before he or anybody else could speak, Zak shook his head. "I can't," he said, his tone soft but solid. "We can't. If you remaining earthbound is keeping a spirit door open, the dark entities' access route might just move with you. And I live in Vegas." Elizabeth frowned. "It's a big, big city now, baby: too big to turn demons loose in. And besides, your time on earth is done. This isn't your place anymore."
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-02 06:13 pm (UTC)Return to Goldfield was one of the first GA eps I saw, and the way Zak's voice and manner totally changed when he was addressing the spirit of Elizabeth stuck with me...when we were working on the fic we both felt like drawing that out more would be neat, and we decided to take the orb that seemed to touch him as an indication the sentiment might be returned.
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 04:14 am (UTC)*snickers* Pottery... heh.
"You stop that right now, sir. I can see you're no gentleman. Although
I can also see that you would likely have been one of my best customers."
HAHAHA Even the dead chicks have Dean's number!
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Date: 2011-10-05 12:07 am (UTC)And there might be a bit of emo in the offing, yes.
(hums Unchained Melody)
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Date: 2012-09-18 06:09 pm (UTC)