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'By Songs Entombed' - SPN - Sam/Dean
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Still homeless and looking (ARGH). Still seeking out health insurance (DOUBLE ARGH). Thank you to everyone for their help and hugs and <333, I'll get back to y'all soon. In the meantime, check it, I recced Novaks at SOR.
Another thing that has been soothing my woes is how sarcasticindiefucks is totally all about SPN. Cas after he drank the liquor store, Uriel at Sodom and Gomorrah, fallen!Cas, Jimmy, AND MORE. Why does tumblr have to exist when I'm trying to get shit done?
Keep calm and repost Wincest commentfic.
By Songs Entombed
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R.
4x14 coda. They haven't done this in a while. ~600 words
"So, the siren," Sam says in the car. "I mean, it was... You still--" And he can't bring himself to finish the thought. They haven't said anything since they left town, and Sam's heart is wild with a terrible hope.
"The siren," Dean sighs, eyes on the road.
Sam pretends to read the notes on their next case. Dean pretends to listen to Black Sabbath on the radio. It's the middle of the day, and if they keep driving they can get to Lincoln by nightfall, but Sam doesn't say anything when Dean takes the next exit and parks at a motel. He mutters some bullshit about how he's tired. Yeah, okay. Sam just nods, throat dry.
In the room, Dean says, "Sam--" and Sam cups his face and kisses him, nothing gentle about it. Nothing soft about his touch, or his mouth, everything about it an offering that claims.
Dean makes a desperate sound in his throat, and then one hand is in Sam's hair, the other clutching the back of his shirt. It's been too long. This is all Sam wanted to do ever since Dean knocked on the door in Pontiac; his brother back from the dead, dragged through Hell and crumpled for it. This, Dean's mouth, Dean's hands on him, all Sam has of the word ‘home’.
Dean yanks at Sam's shirt and Sam pulls it off. His brother does likewise, and he doesn't even have time to drop it before Sam tugs him to the bed and pushes. Dean falls on his back, Sam on top of him, and he mouths Dean's neck, tasting him, Dean's stubble rough on his cheek. He tugs at Sam's belt, because Dean never did like wasting time. He lets Dean roll them over, lets his brother push him up against the headboard, and kiss him again.
There are all these things he's been wanting to say, or do, or make Dean understand by writing them somewhere deep inside where Dean can't deny them. Things like "I'm still for you" and "I'm still here", but there's no space for real words in their hunger for each other. Their relief that some refuges don't have to change. Sometimes it takes a monster to see that all you want is your brother, now and always, and what you need is little else. It is the easiest difficult thing in the world.
The most difficult thing about loving Dean has always been that he loves you back. Give him your last drink of water, and he will give you back a hurricane. He will be shocked and hurt when you drown.
It's painful when Dean pushes in. They don't have any lube, they are both impatient, and they haven't done this in a while. Even with all the prep from Dean's mouth and his fingers, Sam still lets out a stuttered gasp.
"You okay?" Dean asks.
"Yeah," Sam slurs. "Yeah, fuck, god."
And Dean begins to move. Slow at first, attentive to the rhythm of Sam's breathing and the soft sounds he makes.
"Is it too much?" Dean asks. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Fuck you, no."
It hurts, but Sam doesn't care. It'll be good eventually, and if it won't, that's okay because it's Dean. Dean eases in, all the way in, and the look of shocked pleasure on Dean's face makes Sam's heart ache. He's missed that, that look like Dean never expects any of it even though they've done this countless times before.
"Sam..." Dean rasps, and Sam closes his eyes and thinks yes, yes, yes.
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/32345.html |
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Still homeless and looking (ARGH). Still seeking out health insurance (DOUBLE ARGH). Thank you to everyone for their help and hugs and <333, I'll get back to y'all soon. In the meantime, check it, I recced Novaks at SOR.
Another thing that has been soothing my woes is how sarcasticindiefucks is totally all about SPN. Cas after he drank the liquor store, Uriel at Sodom and Gomorrah, fallen!Cas, Jimmy, AND MORE. Why does tumblr have to exist when I'm trying to get shit done?
Keep calm and repost Wincest commentfic.
By Songs Entombed
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R.
4x14 coda. They haven't done this in a while. ~600 words
"So, the siren," Sam says in the car. "I mean, it was... You still--" And he can't bring himself to finish the thought. They haven't said anything since they left town, and Sam's heart is wild with a terrible hope.
"The siren," Dean sighs, eyes on the road.
Sam pretends to read the notes on their next case. Dean pretends to listen to Black Sabbath on the radio. It's the middle of the day, and if they keep driving they can get to Lincoln by nightfall, but Sam doesn't say anything when Dean takes the next exit and parks at a motel. He mutters some bullshit about how he's tired. Yeah, okay. Sam just nods, throat dry.
In the room, Dean says, "Sam--" and Sam cups his face and kisses him, nothing gentle about it. Nothing soft about his touch, or his mouth, everything about it an offering that claims.
Dean makes a desperate sound in his throat, and then one hand is in Sam's hair, the other clutching the back of his shirt. It's been too long. This is all Sam wanted to do ever since Dean knocked on the door in Pontiac; his brother back from the dead, dragged through Hell and crumpled for it. This, Dean's mouth, Dean's hands on him, all Sam has of the word ‘home’.
Dean yanks at Sam's shirt and Sam pulls it off. His brother does likewise, and he doesn't even have time to drop it before Sam tugs him to the bed and pushes. Dean falls on his back, Sam on top of him, and he mouths Dean's neck, tasting him, Dean's stubble rough on his cheek. He tugs at Sam's belt, because Dean never did like wasting time. He lets Dean roll them over, lets his brother push him up against the headboard, and kiss him again.
There are all these things he's been wanting to say, or do, or make Dean understand by writing them somewhere deep inside where Dean can't deny them. Things like "I'm still for you" and "I'm still here", but there's no space for real words in their hunger for each other. Their relief that some refuges don't have to change. Sometimes it takes a monster to see that all you want is your brother, now and always, and what you need is little else. It is the easiest difficult thing in the world.
The most difficult thing about loving Dean has always been that he loves you back. Give him your last drink of water, and he will give you back a hurricane. He will be shocked and hurt when you drown.
It's painful when Dean pushes in. They don't have any lube, they are both impatient, and they haven't done this in a while. Even with all the prep from Dean's mouth and his fingers, Sam still lets out a stuttered gasp.
"You okay?" Dean asks.
"Yeah," Sam slurs. "Yeah, fuck, god."
And Dean begins to move. Slow at first, attentive to the rhythm of Sam's breathing and the soft sounds he makes.
"Is it too much?" Dean asks. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Fuck you, no."
It hurts, but Sam doesn't care. It'll be good eventually, and if it won't, that's okay because it's Dean. Dean eases in, all the way in, and the look of shocked pleasure on Dean's face makes Sam's heart ache. He's missed that, that look like Dean never expects any of it even though they've done this countless times before.
"Sam..." Dean rasps, and Sam closes his eyes and thinks yes, yes, yes.
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/32345.html |
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The most difficult thing about loving Dean has always been that he loves you back.
Yeah. That. *sighhh* Beautiful and perfect.
Good luck on the housing; I'm in the process of kicking my ex out (finally) and he's in the same boat as you (although admittedly he had more warning) and I don't envy either of you. Hope you find something fast and easily!
I look forward to the Novaks recs!!! <3 (Did you ever see my Claire/Ben/Jesse fic?)
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Aaauuuugh, that is on my to-read list and I was gonna get to it and then SURPRISE HOMELESSNESS. So I'll get to it, uh, at some point. \o/
Cheers for the tip about the repeating paragraph. Have fixed that now.
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....no?
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Yes!
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*resiiiiiists*
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I don't know what you're talking about...
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ONE TIME HE TOOK ME TO THE MOON
the mooooooon
WE HAD A PICNIC THERE
OF TWINKIES
AND COLD CUTS
I'D BE LIKE
DO YOU WANT TO BE MY ROOMMATE
OR AT LEAST MOJO UP AN APARTMENT FOR ME
OR SOMETHING
WITH INTERNET CONNECTION
AND NO COCKROACHES
THANKS THAT WOULD BE GREAT
It would be a lot of Castiel and me teleporting to cool places around the world and having deep conversations about ~purpose in life~, and favorite snack foods.
There are many
so many
several
personal space invasions.
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Thanks! :D
<444444
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Their relief that some refuges don't have to change. Sometimes it takes a monster to see that all you want is your brother, now and always, and what you need is little else. It is the easiest difficult thing in the world.
Loved this line.
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oh no, good luck with housing & insurance! What city? I saw your rec post at SOR and went, "Yay, Novaks! ... I've already read all of these .___." Good picks though.
*STAYS FAR AWAY FROM TUMBLR TEMPTATION*
The most difficult thing about loving Dean has always been that he loves you back. Give him your last drink of water, and he will give you back a hurricane. He will be shocked and hurt when you drown.
♥ ♥ ♥ oh Dean, he loves so overwhelmingly. He tries to overcompensate so much for what he thinks are his own failings. D:
... that could possibly be taken in an entirely inappropriate way. er.
anyway, the fic itself is all sorts of lovely unspoken quiet. :)
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I am in NYC. re: Novaks IKR?!? Not nearly enough awesome Novak fic out there. Glad you approve of my selections ;)
OMGGG TUMBLR SHOULD COME WITH A WARNING. It's as bad if not worse as TV Tropes. I don't go on it often, but WHEN I DO. HO BOY. So far I feel no great need to get an account. Yet?!
Thank you! :)
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holy crap, NYC? Housing is mad expensive there. D:
DON'T MENTION TV TROPES TO ME AGGGGHHH that site eats up time like none else. I haven't poked around Tumblr enough to actually understand how it works and my understanding will STAY THAT WAY. yes. *nods resolutely*
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To both the shiny and the expensive. Which often go together!
SMARTPHONE OR HOUSING: DILEMMAS
Dangerous websites, these.
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And tumblr expressly exists to keep us from getting things done. If I don't close out the window I can stare at it all day just bouncing from page to page.
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OMFG TELL ME ABOUT IT
IT SHOULD COME WITH WARNINGS
I TOTALLY DON'T WANT AN ACCOUNT
TOTALLY
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hang in there bb <3333333
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Go you!
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IKR
Thanks :)
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The most difficult thing about loving Dean has always been that he loves you back. Give him your last drink of water, and he will give you back a hurricane. He will be shocked and hurt when you drown.
That right there is my favorite part.
I've been homeless for the past month and it's getting OLD yo. I move into a house on the 1st but there are all sorts of shady things surrounding it so we'll see how that turns out. I wish you the best luck!
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Thank you! I have a couple of options, and sublet for a month for a friend of a friend, so that's not tooo baaaad. Price is :/ but not completely impossible. But yeah, ADVENTURES IN HOMELESSNESS. How glamorous. Good luck with your house, I hope it is only minimally shady.
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Oh man. Breaks my heart.
*pets them*
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Thanks for reading :)
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssn2kmNf0ME
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THAT IS AWESOME
HOLY SHIT ANGELS BURNING BRIGHTLY AND THE TRAIL OF CINDER AND SMOKE THEY LEAVE IN THEIR WAKE
<3 <3 <3 <3
not very related, but always relevant:
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I can't help but think it's Jared more than Sam because of the shoving-his-face-in-the-camera thing XDDD
ahahaha Cas can't take his own medicine XDDD
rightclicksaaaave
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I want this to be under 'Winchester, Dean' in the dictionary. Or Wikipedia. Or something. Because dude. <3 <3 <3
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