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Title: arise, arise from death, you numberless infinities

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: only Robert is mine; title from Donne.

Warnings: spoilers for season four

Pairings: Layla/OMC

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 640

Point of view: third

Notes: to this prompt



She should have been dead months ago. Instead, the tumor has shrunk to operable size. Mom says it’s a miracle.


Layla wonders how to live when you’ve already prepared yourself to move on, when you’re so tired you just want to sleep until the end of time. 




The surgery is on a Thursday. They shave her head and put her under and she dreams of endless fields and azure skies.


She wakes feeling sluggish and loopy, with a headache the size of a planet.


She wakes healthy for the first time years.




In her dreams, during those first months after her miracle, she sees Dean. He’s a vague presence; she mostly remembers his sad eyes and tired voice, and the sorrow on his face as they said goodbye. They’d both been dying and now they’re both healed, and she dreams of him on the edge of a canyon, his brother at his side, face tilted toward the sun.


You have been gifted, Layla Rourke, a deep, reverberating tells her once, on the edge of waking. Your prayers—and his—have been answered. Do well with this second chance.


She wakes thinking, I will.




Robert is a good, kind man. He’s a nurse at the hospital where she made her recovery. He proposes to her five months after her miracle and they’re married a year to the day the doctor told her surgery was an option again.


Layla is happy and Robert kisses her as if she’s everything he ever wanted.


Mom smiles every day.


(Layla still dreams of Dean, of those sad eyes and rough hands, of his desperation and despair. His brother is there, praying on his knees for a miracle. Dean stares down into the abyss and then the voice says, There is always an answer, even if the answer is no.)




She had been ready to die. She had resigned herself. She grew up on the Bible, on God’s forgiveness and love. She prayed every morning before forcing herself out of bed and every night as she pulled the covers up to her chin to ward away the chill. She prayed for Mom to get past it one day and for the kids who’d never get better and for the soldiers to come home and then for Dean, whatever haunted him, and at last for herself. That when it finally came, her death would be quick.


She had been ready to die. And then Mom’s prayers were answered, and she met Robert, and a voice told her You have been gifted, Layla Rourke.  Gifted, it said. 


Who are you? she asks when she wakes in the morning, after dreaming of wings and an infinite, stretching sky.


As she presses a soft kiss to Robert’s forehead, the voice says, I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord. We will have work for you in the days to come.  


Layla has been given a second chance. I’ll do my best, she promises, leaning down to kiss Robert again.


(Mom smiles every day, and in Layla’s dreams, every now and again, Dean says, I’m not a prayin’ man, but I’ll pray for you.  Layla touches his face, and he turns to ash and a puddle of blood and a shadow laughs, and the shadow reaches for her. So you’re what Deano would pray for when he’d never pray for himself, it cackles. I can’t wait to meet you, sweetheart.


Sometimes, in the dream, instead of turning to ash and blood, Dean looks at her and his eyes go pure black, before leaching into white. And there is no shadow—there’s just Dean, his beautiful face cold and cruel.


And sometimes, not very often, Sam is by his side, a lit match in his hand. And he shares a smile with Dean before letting the match fall and saying, Let’s burn this world down.)



( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 20th, 2009 06:08 am (UTC)
Oooooooo.... so, Layla is being tapped as kind of auxilliary support staff for the boys' humanity?
Jul. 20th, 2009 01:53 pm (UTC)
Something like that.

Thank you for reading!
Jul. 20th, 2009 03:35 pm (UTC)
THIS!!!!!! This is Exactly what I was hoping for. LOVE THIS!!!! You are amazing. I am speechless. This was perfect. Thank you for taking my little bunny and giving it such a wonderful home.
Jul. 20th, 2009 03:54 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you like it!
Jul. 21st, 2009 11:22 am (UTC)
Oooh, this is creepy and awesome!
Jul. 21st, 2009 01:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Jul. 21st, 2009 05:41 pm (UTC)
Stunning. The way you've intertwined Layla's story into the Winchester's, with Castiel no less. I especially like your characterization of Layla, her faith and her continuing dreams of Dean. Excellent!
Jul. 21st, 2009 11:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
Jul. 21st, 2009 10:29 pm (UTC)
This was very creepy! Somehow, it seems as though the boys have both turned evil and they want Layla to be evil, as well.

I do not get a good feeling from this fic!

But it's so well written!

Love, Robin
Jul. 21st, 2009 11:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading!
Jul. 22nd, 2009 12:25 am (UTC)
Ohhh, that is very intriguing.
Jul. 22nd, 2009 01:24 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Sep. 16th, 2009 12:38 am (UTC)
That last line is a killer - it leaves so much to the imagination, implying a hundred different things, and yet the chill down my spine is still there, no matter what variation I think of. This - the piece as a whole - beautifully done. :)
Sep. 16th, 2009 01:25 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!
Aug. 26th, 2014 03:33 am (UTC)
I liked this very much, thanks for posting :)
Aug. 26th, 2014 04:55 pm (UTC)

Thank you for reading!
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