fic: the world itself is the bad dream
Oct. 4th, 2011 02:29 amrating: r
characters: dean, sam, halLucifer
summary: Your hand heals. Your mind doesn't.
warning: vague implications of self-harm
notes: ~2100 words. coda for 7.02. this is not any of the fic I should be working on right now, and yet... and yet I think there will be a follow-up to this as well, at some point. Also "Leviathan" to me are a mostly singular consciousness, a bit like the Borg in my mind, which is why I don't use plural form. /grammatical explanation. Title/cut text from The Bell Jar by Slyvia Plath, but of course.
( To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream. )