New SPN Fic - Sam/Dean
Feb. 18th, 2006 12:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
castalieIt's the 18th here which means:
Today is the birthday of a very special someone! She was the first proof that someone met on-line could actually become a friend in all the sense of the words and also the first proof that no, you don't need to have met someone in person to have a wonderful friendship with them. I love
Terri with the force of a thousand fiery suns *hugs*
May the sparkle be with you!
And also, because I have the best betas around, here is the SPN fic I mentioned in my last post - thanks go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhianne for the practically insta!beta and yami_tai *kisses*
Title: In the Gentle Relief of Another's Care
Pairing: Sam/Dean [incest]
Rating: Between PG13 and R? Seriously, I suck at rating.
Summary: Missing scene from "The Benders"
Word Count: 2210
Spoilers: "The Benders"
Title comes from a poem by William Blake.
Sam knows he'll certainly be sore and bruised tomorrow, but right now he can’t really feel anything. Adrenaline is pumping and it's the best painkiller his body could offer him; he intends to take advantage of it for a little while longer. It also makes him more attuned to what is happening around him and so much more focused on his task; finding Dean. He doesn't want to think about what those creeps have done to his brother, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. For now, he's sharp and he's determined. Still, Sam can't help but promise himself that if the bastards hurt Dean, there will be hell to pay.
He enters the house - if one can call it that - silently, trying to pay attention to where he puts his feet. He doesn't want any creaking floor giving him away and the darkness is making it difficult for him not to trip. The house is dirty, messy - it's on the floor, on the walls, it's just about everywhere. It hangs in the air, too; damp, soiled, disturbing. It reeks of madness and malevolence, that's the only way Sam can describe it.
A noise coming from his left alerts him to his brother's position and Sam's heart skips a beat; Dean is here, he's alive! The sound of his voice is wrong and Sam knows him well enough to translate the tone; Dean is hurt, and he's upset. Angry. But whatever it is, it's nothing they won't be able to fix later and Sam allows himself a moment of pure relief before pulling himself together and stepping forward.
The sight welcoming him is surreal. Dean is tied to a chair, face bloody and looking like he went ten rounds with Mike Tyson but that's not really what is so wrong with this picture. It's the little girl guarding him that makes the tableau stand out.
She's standing close - too close - to Dean; playing with a knife. She's not making a sound, not taunting Dean, not threatening him, and somehow that makes the situation even creepier. She's just keeping guard - no doubt on her father's orders - and she's almost lazily stroking Dean's face with the weapon. There's an eerie sensuality in the way she stands there and crowds him, in the way she slides the blade against his face, and that is even more disturbing than everything else.
The girl hasn't noticed his presence yet and if Dean has, he's not giving anything away. His brother is silent as well now and he's looking at his captor with an indescribable look. Maybe he's trying to assimilate the fact that a little girl is holding him prisoner. Maybe he feels sorry for her. Maybe he even sees a bit of himself in her; a child who doesn't know how to be one and who obviously knows more about pain and death than a child ever should. And maybe it's none of the above. Sam will ask him later.
Approaching the pair, Sam now knows without a doubt that his brother has been aware of his presence from the moment he entered the corridor outside, which isn’t surprising, really. Dean's breathing is slightly erratic; whether from pain or anticipation, Sam doesn't know. Maybe it's both. The sound seems to echo in the silence of the room, as if it’s the only thing he can hear.
When he's close enough, Sam can see Dean's eyes tracking his movements, and he probably has been since Sam entered the room. Thankfully though, it's discreet enough that you would need to be paying attention to notice, which the little captor isn't.
It's almost too easy; before the girl even has time to turn around, Sam has her in his arms, holding her tight enough to prevent her from causing pain, but loose enough not to hurt her. She's just a kid, no matter how crazy she might be. There's no way Sam could really do her any harm.
"Shhh," he whispers in her ear, "I'm not going to hurt you, all right? I'm just here to help my brother, that's all. Calm down." But she's not calming down and she's squirming wildly in his arms, trying to get loose and screaming for her daddy. It breaks Sam's heart but she's not his concern, Dean is, so with a whispered 'sorry' to her, he swiftly carries her to the nearest closet he can find and locks her in, trying not to think of how dark it might be inside or all the scary thoughts that must be passing through her mind. He tells himself that she'll be taken care of once this whole mess is over and that maybe, just maybe, she'll have a second chance in life. Something else he knows, is that he's not going to forget her anytime soon. He's fought against scary and dangerous creatures in his time but, somehow, that little girl is the one who creeps him out the most, maybe because she is so human; no demon at work here, 100% human. Or what passes for human, anyway.
A noise from the other room pulls him back to the present and he hurries back to where his brother is still sitting in the chair, tied up. Still silent, too, which Sam realizes is now creeping him out as well.
"Dean, are you all right?" he asks worriedly before he carefully probes Dean's face, wincing when his brother does.
"Sure," Dean croaks.
"Good to hear." Sam doesn't believe him, of course, but he wasn't expecting anything else from his brother. Besides, he's busy untying him; he makes fast work of the knot, narrowing his eyes at the blood coating the rope and the dark marks that are decorating Dean's wrists. His jaw tightens at that; the only marks allowed to be displayed on that skin are the ones he puts there, and it makes him angry to see those alien, unwanted bruises here now.
He stands up when Dean does.
"You all right?" Dean asks, and his eyes look almost haunted.
"Sure," he replies, mimicking his brother's words. Then a certain understanding of the situation comes to him and his eyes widen when he realizes why Dean seems a little shell-shocked, and not because of the beating he obviously took. "Did you think that -"
But Dean doesn't let him finish his sentence; he grabs his shirt and pulls Sam to him, pulls him into a rough kiss. Sam doesn't hesitate and kisses Dean back, sliding his tongue in his brother's mouth and kissing him roughly, urgently. It's clear that Dean's head was messed up with and he hates to think what exactly went through his brother's mind when he was at the mercy of those madmen. The thought makes him shudder and, suddenly, he's the one who wants more physical contact. His hands slide under Dean's shirt and dig into his waist. He knows he might be hurting Dean just a little - though he's still aware enough to be careful and not hold the other man too tightly after the beating he took. But Sam instinctively knows that this is exactly what Dean needs right now; the knowledge that his brother isn't lying in his cage with a hole in his head. Pain is always a good reminder that things are real. Needy and desperate sounds are loud in the room but Sam doesn't know who's the one making them and he doesn't care anyway. The kiss tastes a bit of blood and fear and pain and that doesn't matter either - soon enough it'll just taste of the both of them.
After a while, the kiss loses its urgency and Dean's hands relax on Sam's shirt. Sam's own are now caressing the skin in lazy strokes, not in any hurry to break the contact. But they pull apart after a moment; breathing harsh and faces flushed.
"Are you okay?" Sam asks again.
"Dude, why wouldn't I be?" And Sam knows that Dean isn't even trying to be a smart ass now. Since Sam is okay, of course, Dean is okay as well - it makes him smile, because as complex as Dean might be sometimes, there's a part of him that is simple and easy to understand. Family is the most important thing in Dean's life, family is the one thing that matters above everything else.
"I was just wondering why you were taking so long to come and save my ass, is all," Dean drawls.
"You're always bitching, man. Always. And sorry, I was held up."
"Hey, it's okay. I was busy myself; I was having tea with my new friends and having mucho fun." Dean shrugs then curses, raises a hand to his chest - not touching, just hovering, as if it hurt to touch.
That's when Sam takes a good look at his brother, not just his face but his chest as well, and notices that something is wrong with Dean's clothes. He bends his head to take a closer look, frowning at what he sees. Dean tries to push him, but Sam just slaps the hands away. "What the…?" He looks at the burned patch of clothing and his eyes are automatically drawn to the stove behind Dean. There’s an intake of breath when he puts two and two together. "Son of a bitch," he hisses, "I can't believe - God, Dean did they burn you with - bastards! I shoud have broken them into pieces. Fuck!"
"Chill out, man," Dean says softly.
"Chill out?" Sam almost chokes himself on the words. "You're asking me to chill out when those guys burned you with, what, a white hot poker?" He notices Dean's tiny wince. "Shit, that's what they used? Fuckers."
"Do I need to remind you they were going to kill you?"
"And you next."
"We're two lucky bastards, that's for sure," Dean says.
And Sam has to concede the point. They were damn lucky tonight; even if luck didn't have a lot to do with it. More like kick-ass training and sheer determination to stay alive. And a deputy that was pretty competent herself, which he hurries to tell Dean.
"I bow to your awesome kung fu, bro," Dean replies, clearly amused, though his words are sincere and Sam knows it.
"Hey, that's what partners do, save each other's asses."
"Damn right," Dean agrees. "Of course, if you hadn't gotten yourself kidnapped in the first place, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Sam is about to give his brother a piece of his mind when the sound of a gunshot startles them both. They look at each other and the message is clear; they'll talk about this - kidnapping and burnt flesh – later. Right now, they have a job to finish. Or maybe not finish as much as wrap up. Sam has a knot in his stomach as he's pretty sure what the gunshot means. He goes to the door but a hand on his arm stops him.
"Those guys... they are as evil as they come, Sam, do we agree on that?”
Sam nods, though he knows where this is going and he's not exactly eager to have that conversation with Dean. Again.
"If it had been another demon, you would have known what to do from the word go."
"But they're not demons." Sam doesn't know whether he's trying to convince himself or his brother.
Dean rolls his eyes. "A demon by any other name would smell as bad, why is it so hard to understand?" Then, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You just misquoted Shakespeare to make your point, Dean."
"So what?" And damn if he doesn't sound indignant. "I'm not supposed to know how to say Christ in Latin and now I can't quote Shakespeare?"
"You're messing with my head," Sam admits. He tries to sound apologetic, but he's sure it only sounds annoyed.
"Excuse me for not being dumb! Just because I watch Oprah doesn't mean -"
"All right, all right! I'm sorry. And weren't you trying to have a serious conversation with me, anyway?"
"I was, but you obviously needed a little time to accept that I'm right before we cross that door, so I was distracting you and lulling you into a false sense of security," Dean answers matter-of-factly with a cocky smile on his face, the one that always makes Sam wants to either kill him or fuck him…
But it does make sense to Sam, in a very Dean kinda way. He also has to admit that the knot in his stomach has loosened a bit. "You're such a jerk," he can't help saying. "But okay, I'll keep that in mind. Promise."
Dean nods and it sounds like a 'thank you'. Sam lets him open the door and follows him, hoping he won't have to 'keep it in mind', that it won't be necessary. He still hates the idea. But maybe, tonight what he hates the most is the feeling that if the deputy did kill the father... he won't be judging her. Because if Dean had been killed he would have wanted revenge too, and he'll need time to accept that about himself.
Fin
Today is the birthday of a very special someone! She was the first proof that someone met on-line could actually become a friend in all the sense of the words and also the first proof that no, you don't need to have met someone in person to have a wonderful friendship with them. I love
Terri with the force of a thousand fiery suns *hugs*May the sparkle be with you!
And also, because I have the best betas around, here is the SPN fic I mentioned in my last post - thanks go to
rhianne for the practically insta!beta and yami_tai *kisses*Title: In the Gentle Relief of Another's Care
Pairing: Sam/Dean [incest]
Rating: Between PG13 and R? Seriously, I suck at rating.
Summary: Missing scene from "The Benders"
Word Count: 2210
Spoilers: "The Benders"
Title comes from a poem by William Blake.
Sam knows he'll certainly be sore and bruised tomorrow, but right now he can’t really feel anything. Adrenaline is pumping and it's the best painkiller his body could offer him; he intends to take advantage of it for a little while longer. It also makes him more attuned to what is happening around him and so much more focused on his task; finding Dean. He doesn't want to think about what those creeps have done to his brother, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. For now, he's sharp and he's determined. Still, Sam can't help but promise himself that if the bastards hurt Dean, there will be hell to pay.
He enters the house - if one can call it that - silently, trying to pay attention to where he puts his feet. He doesn't want any creaking floor giving him away and the darkness is making it difficult for him not to trip. The house is dirty, messy - it's on the floor, on the walls, it's just about everywhere. It hangs in the air, too; damp, soiled, disturbing. It reeks of madness and malevolence, that's the only way Sam can describe it.
A noise coming from his left alerts him to his brother's position and Sam's heart skips a beat; Dean is here, he's alive! The sound of his voice is wrong and Sam knows him well enough to translate the tone; Dean is hurt, and he's upset. Angry. But whatever it is, it's nothing they won't be able to fix later and Sam allows himself a moment of pure relief before pulling himself together and stepping forward.
The sight welcoming him is surreal. Dean is tied to a chair, face bloody and looking like he went ten rounds with Mike Tyson but that's not really what is so wrong with this picture. It's the little girl guarding him that makes the tableau stand out.
She's standing close - too close - to Dean; playing with a knife. She's not making a sound, not taunting Dean, not threatening him, and somehow that makes the situation even creepier. She's just keeping guard - no doubt on her father's orders - and she's almost lazily stroking Dean's face with the weapon. There's an eerie sensuality in the way she stands there and crowds him, in the way she slides the blade against his face, and that is even more disturbing than everything else.
The girl hasn't noticed his presence yet and if Dean has, he's not giving anything away. His brother is silent as well now and he's looking at his captor with an indescribable look. Maybe he's trying to assimilate the fact that a little girl is holding him prisoner. Maybe he feels sorry for her. Maybe he even sees a bit of himself in her; a child who doesn't know how to be one and who obviously knows more about pain and death than a child ever should. And maybe it's none of the above. Sam will ask him later.
Approaching the pair, Sam now knows without a doubt that his brother has been aware of his presence from the moment he entered the corridor outside, which isn’t surprising, really. Dean's breathing is slightly erratic; whether from pain or anticipation, Sam doesn't know. Maybe it's both. The sound seems to echo in the silence of the room, as if it’s the only thing he can hear.
When he's close enough, Sam can see Dean's eyes tracking his movements, and he probably has been since Sam entered the room. Thankfully though, it's discreet enough that you would need to be paying attention to notice, which the little captor isn't.
It's almost too easy; before the girl even has time to turn around, Sam has her in his arms, holding her tight enough to prevent her from causing pain, but loose enough not to hurt her. She's just a kid, no matter how crazy she might be. There's no way Sam could really do her any harm.
"Shhh," he whispers in her ear, "I'm not going to hurt you, all right? I'm just here to help my brother, that's all. Calm down." But she's not calming down and she's squirming wildly in his arms, trying to get loose and screaming for her daddy. It breaks Sam's heart but she's not his concern, Dean is, so with a whispered 'sorry' to her, he swiftly carries her to the nearest closet he can find and locks her in, trying not to think of how dark it might be inside or all the scary thoughts that must be passing through her mind. He tells himself that she'll be taken care of once this whole mess is over and that maybe, just maybe, she'll have a second chance in life. Something else he knows, is that he's not going to forget her anytime soon. He's fought against scary and dangerous creatures in his time but, somehow, that little girl is the one who creeps him out the most, maybe because she is so human; no demon at work here, 100% human. Or what passes for human, anyway.
A noise from the other room pulls him back to the present and he hurries back to where his brother is still sitting in the chair, tied up. Still silent, too, which Sam realizes is now creeping him out as well.
"Dean, are you all right?" he asks worriedly before he carefully probes Dean's face, wincing when his brother does.
"Sure," Dean croaks.
"Good to hear." Sam doesn't believe him, of course, but he wasn't expecting anything else from his brother. Besides, he's busy untying him; he makes fast work of the knot, narrowing his eyes at the blood coating the rope and the dark marks that are decorating Dean's wrists. His jaw tightens at that; the only marks allowed to be displayed on that skin are the ones he puts there, and it makes him angry to see those alien, unwanted bruises here now.
He stands up when Dean does.
"You all right?" Dean asks, and his eyes look almost haunted.
"Sure," he replies, mimicking his brother's words. Then a certain understanding of the situation comes to him and his eyes widen when he realizes why Dean seems a little shell-shocked, and not because of the beating he obviously took. "Did you think that -"
But Dean doesn't let him finish his sentence; he grabs his shirt and pulls Sam to him, pulls him into a rough kiss. Sam doesn't hesitate and kisses Dean back, sliding his tongue in his brother's mouth and kissing him roughly, urgently. It's clear that Dean's head was messed up with and he hates to think what exactly went through his brother's mind when he was at the mercy of those madmen. The thought makes him shudder and, suddenly, he's the one who wants more physical contact. His hands slide under Dean's shirt and dig into his waist. He knows he might be hurting Dean just a little - though he's still aware enough to be careful and not hold the other man too tightly after the beating he took. But Sam instinctively knows that this is exactly what Dean needs right now; the knowledge that his brother isn't lying in his cage with a hole in his head. Pain is always a good reminder that things are real. Needy and desperate sounds are loud in the room but Sam doesn't know who's the one making them and he doesn't care anyway. The kiss tastes a bit of blood and fear and pain and that doesn't matter either - soon enough it'll just taste of the both of them.
After a while, the kiss loses its urgency and Dean's hands relax on Sam's shirt. Sam's own are now caressing the skin in lazy strokes, not in any hurry to break the contact. But they pull apart after a moment; breathing harsh and faces flushed.
"Are you okay?" Sam asks again.
"Dude, why wouldn't I be?" And Sam knows that Dean isn't even trying to be a smart ass now. Since Sam is okay, of course, Dean is okay as well - it makes him smile, because as complex as Dean might be sometimes, there's a part of him that is simple and easy to understand. Family is the most important thing in Dean's life, family is the one thing that matters above everything else.
"I was just wondering why you were taking so long to come and save my ass, is all," Dean drawls.
"You're always bitching, man. Always. And sorry, I was held up."
"Hey, it's okay. I was busy myself; I was having tea with my new friends and having mucho fun." Dean shrugs then curses, raises a hand to his chest - not touching, just hovering, as if it hurt to touch.
That's when Sam takes a good look at his brother, not just his face but his chest as well, and notices that something is wrong with Dean's clothes. He bends his head to take a closer look, frowning at what he sees. Dean tries to push him, but Sam just slaps the hands away. "What the…?" He looks at the burned patch of clothing and his eyes are automatically drawn to the stove behind Dean. There’s an intake of breath when he puts two and two together. "Son of a bitch," he hisses, "I can't believe - God, Dean did they burn you with - bastards! I shoud have broken them into pieces. Fuck!"
"Chill out, man," Dean says softly.
"Chill out?" Sam almost chokes himself on the words. "You're asking me to chill out when those guys burned you with, what, a white hot poker?" He notices Dean's tiny wince. "Shit, that's what they used? Fuckers."
"Do I need to remind you they were going to kill you?"
"And you next."
"We're two lucky bastards, that's for sure," Dean says.
And Sam has to concede the point. They were damn lucky tonight; even if luck didn't have a lot to do with it. More like kick-ass training and sheer determination to stay alive. And a deputy that was pretty competent herself, which he hurries to tell Dean.
"I bow to your awesome kung fu, bro," Dean replies, clearly amused, though his words are sincere and Sam knows it.
"Hey, that's what partners do, save each other's asses."
"Damn right," Dean agrees. "Of course, if you hadn't gotten yourself kidnapped in the first place, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Sam is about to give his brother a piece of his mind when the sound of a gunshot startles them both. They look at each other and the message is clear; they'll talk about this - kidnapping and burnt flesh – later. Right now, they have a job to finish. Or maybe not finish as much as wrap up. Sam has a knot in his stomach as he's pretty sure what the gunshot means. He goes to the door but a hand on his arm stops him.
"Those guys... they are as evil as they come, Sam, do we agree on that?”
Sam nods, though he knows where this is going and he's not exactly eager to have that conversation with Dean. Again.
"If it had been another demon, you would have known what to do from the word go."
"But they're not demons." Sam doesn't know whether he's trying to convince himself or his brother.
Dean rolls his eyes. "A demon by any other name would smell as bad, why is it so hard to understand?" Then, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You just misquoted Shakespeare to make your point, Dean."
"So what?" And damn if he doesn't sound indignant. "I'm not supposed to know how to say Christ in Latin and now I can't quote Shakespeare?"
"You're messing with my head," Sam admits. He tries to sound apologetic, but he's sure it only sounds annoyed.
"Excuse me for not being dumb! Just because I watch Oprah doesn't mean -"
"All right, all right! I'm sorry. And weren't you trying to have a serious conversation with me, anyway?"
"I was, but you obviously needed a little time to accept that I'm right before we cross that door, so I was distracting you and lulling you into a false sense of security," Dean answers matter-of-factly with a cocky smile on his face, the one that always makes Sam wants to either kill him or fuck him…
But it does make sense to Sam, in a very Dean kinda way. He also has to admit that the knot in his stomach has loosened a bit. "You're such a jerk," he can't help saying. "But okay, I'll keep that in mind. Promise."
Dean nods and it sounds like a 'thank you'. Sam lets him open the door and follows him, hoping he won't have to 'keep it in mind', that it won't be necessary. He still hates the idea. But maybe, tonight what he hates the most is the feeling that if the deputy did kill the father... he won't be judging her. Because if Dean had been killed he would have wanted revenge too, and he'll need time to accept that about himself.
Fin
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Date: 2006-02-18 12:01 am (UTC)Seriously, and I mean this in one hundred percent honesty, I've never read a better Supernatural fic.
That was genius, and SO in character, and so true to the episode. It makes perfect sense that they would have that blind, desperate need for each other after that ordeal, and that after realising that Dean thought that he was dead, Sam would be the one who wanted to hold and kiss Dean, reassure him that he's okay. That they're both okay. I could honestly see this just fitting right into the episode. ;-)
You win at life. This fic pwns me.
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Date: 2006-02-18 11:06 am (UTC)You can't imagine how happy it makes me when people tell me I have their voices down because it's always a major point in those stories and somehow, getting any character wrong would be bad, but those two? I don't know, it would suck so much! So thanks again for the compliment regarding that issue :-)
Man, seriously, your comment is LOVE!
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Date: 2006-02-18 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-18 12:29 am (UTC)Love the Shakespeare bit and this: "I bow to your awesome kung fu, bro" I don't know if you are a fan of XF but it made my little XF heart go Squee!!
Very touching and passionate. Love it!!
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Date: 2006-02-18 11:08 am (UTC)Also, I had no idea I'd made an XF reference with that line, but seeing that I love that show, I'd say I'm quite happy with myself lol
Thanks a lot for commenting :-)
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Date: 2006-02-18 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-18 11:09 am (UTC)And I second that, "The Benders" is a little gem because there's so many things to play with in it ;-)
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Date: 2006-02-19 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-19 11:30 am (UTC)Also, I'm an avid reader of fics and I have authors I'm all excited about when I see their names on a story and to think that someone could feel the same way towards my name and my stories... well, there's no words lol You made my day :-)
Lol Sorry about the grad dept sucking the life ot your imagination - I can see why once in front of the computer, you'd like to relax more than anything :-)
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Date: 2006-02-18 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-18 11:10 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting, I'm thrilled you enjoyed my fic :-)
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Date: 2006-02-18 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-18 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-18 08:35 am (UTC)"Dude, why wouldn't I be, right?" And Sam knows that Dean isn't even trying to be a smart ass now. Since Sam is okay, of course, Dean is okay as well - it makes him smile, because as complex as Dean might be sometimes, there's a part of him that is simple and easy to understand. Family is the most important thing in Dean's life, family is the one thing that matters above everything else.
This is just right, you know? It's so Dean and...yes. Lol, I can't even for coherent sentences, I love this so much. You just keep writing and all will be good in the world. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-18 11:12 am (UTC)I'm having SO MUCH FUN with those SPN fics, it should be illegal, I swear! I mean, I had no idea I would enjoy it so much, you know?
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Date: 2006-02-18 11:49 am (UTC)Well, that's all that matters, in the end. You're having fun writing them, we're having fun reading them, it's a fun world all around. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-18 10:54 am (UTC)Thank you so much, sis!
And then you wrote me most awesome SPN. Well okay, technically it's not mine but it's under my name so, mine *makes grabby hands* ;)
You just blow me away with your SPN stories. This was so IC, so perfect to read with the darkness yet the humourous touches that are so them.
There's an eerie sensuality in the way she stands there and crowds him, in the way she slides the blade against his face, and that is even more disturbing than everything else.
Heck yeah. That's so that scene.
Dean rolls his eyes. "A demon by any other name would smell as bad, why is it so hard to understand?" Then, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
I loved that whole conversation.
You, are just awesome at this!
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Date: 2006-02-18 11:16 am (UTC)And you can totally consider the fic yours lol
Thank you so much for the feedback, they always mean a lot *g* In particular how IC it is because it's my main concern on a good day but somehow with those two it's like an obsession :-)
Thanks and thanks *kisses*
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Date: 2006-02-18 12:42 pm (UTC)*loves*
So hot and sweet and so totally them! Oh I heart those boys and I heart your fic so damn much!!!!!!!
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Date: 2006-02-18 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-18 10:41 pm (UTC)I love your Dean and you just keep getting better at writing him. That's so great!
I love Sam's reaction to Dean's bruises, the hints of possessiveness. *big grin*
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Date: 2006-02-18 11:38 pm (UTC)I love your Dean and you just keep getting better at writing him. That's so great!
You think so? Man, thank you so much! It's music to my ears *g*
I love Sam's reaction to Dean's bruises, the hints of possessiveness. *big grin*
One of my favourite moment in the fic lol It pushes my button like whoa *eg*
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Date: 2006-02-21 04:18 pm (UTC)Seriously, this scene needed to happen in the ep! Of course they probably would have had to cut the whole kissing thing, but the rest of the scene should have!
Thanks for writing this, I absolutely loved it!
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Date: 2006-02-22 12:13 pm (UTC)I can understand why the kiss wasn't there but seriously, I really regret that they didn't show us the reunion between the brothers, it really sucks. Then again, it gave me the opportunity to play in their sandbox, so why not? lol
Thanks again for commenting :-)