The time, it is stamped.
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britomart_isGive me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred however many words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
For reference, stuff I've written.
Don't feel obligated to request something just to feed my ego, it doesn't need the help (the analogy that just popped into my head is that my ego is like one of those squirrels in parks who are used to handouts of human food so they get really aggressive and beat you up and steal your lunch money/your lunch). But I'm working on multiple larger projects and would love to have some prompts I can whip out when I need a (productive) break, so if you want to take advantage of my procrastination, fire away!
For reference, stuff I've written.
Don't feel obligated to request something just to feed my ego, it doesn't need the help (the analogy that just popped into my head is that my ego is like one of those squirrels in parks who are used to handouts of human food so they get really aggressive and beat you up and steal your lunch money/your lunch). But I'm working on multiple larger projects and would love to have some prompts I can whip out when I need a (productive) break, so if you want to take advantage of my procrastination, fire away!
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Date: 2011-05-18 08:39 am (UTC)When Dean wakes up, the midday light pouring in the windows is blinding, haloed around a dark silhouette. Dean's knife is pillow-warm in his hand. He's brought the warm knife to a warm throat before he's even fully conscious. Half-dreaming, Dean finds himself transfixed by the pulse beating in that throat, tha-thump. Dean blinks three times before the sunspots finally clear from his eyes, and then he's fully awake and there are no more reasonable explanations for what he's seeing. Tha-thump tha-thump.
"Dean." Sam's smile is a growing thing, starts off small and then takes over his features till he's nearly glowing. Sam shakes his head slowly, not seeming to notice the shallow line Dean's knife is tracing over his throat, a thin seam of blood rising to the surface. Dean drops his knife and wraps his hand around Sam's throat instead, palm to Adam's-apple. He feels Sam's blood beading against his skin. Sam's voice cracks. "I missed you."
Dean's hand tightens. He's keenly aware of the knife tapping up against his knee on the bedspread, and of the fact that his instinctive reaction to seeing his little brother bleed is finally, finally going to get Dean killed. Killed by a monster wearing his brother's skin, on a flowery bedspread, after waking up hungover at noon.
What's particularly cruel is that this monster doesn't look like Sam did the last time Dean saw him. He looks older. Tall, broad, a man without a hint of boy in him. No gaunt cheekbones, no circles under his eyes. Tan and healthy, eyes shining with light, with an honest-to-god smile making him look like a big old dork, like the most beautiful thing Dean's ever seen. It's either especially cruel or especially kind, because Dean gets to see Sam's stupid face one more time before he dies. And that's something Dean was never going to have, because Dean's little brother has been dead for two years.
The thing with Sam's skin seems to register Dean's dread. "Okay," it says. "I get it." The monster layers its hand over Dean's on its throat, pats lightly. It meets Dean's eyes and doesn't look away. "I'm so sorry, Dean." Dean shudders when the monster leans in to press its forehead against his. Its breath and Dean's breath share space, become one. "I never meant to be gone for so long."
The mattress rebounds when the monster gets up, springs squeaking. Dean watches it cross the room favoring its left. It has Sam's limp. It returns with a cup of cold coffee and a plate of hashbrowns and scrambled eggs. "I would've waited to make breakfast, but I thought you'd be up earlier." It smiles indulgently. It presses a fork into Dean's hand. Numb, Dean eats a bite of his potatoes.
Dean looks down at the plate, and his first words to his dead brother are, "I like my eggs fried."
"Fried is gross," Sam says, nose wrinkling. "The yolks are gooey. I'm not gonna make them."
The coffee goes on the bedspread and the plate, and the potatoes and scrambled eggs -- scrambled, Sam's favorite, the little tyrant -- go on the floor. Dean wraps himself around Sam before Sam can flicker out like a mirage, before he can walk away, before he can die. "Sammy," Dean says into Sam's neck, words muffled, face squashed.
Sam's practically petting him, hands smoothing over Dean's hair, down his back. Dean shakes and doesn't object. "I know," Sam says. "I know." Sam's warm and huge and his thumb is playing over the knob at the top of Dean's spine. "I missed you."
Sam cranes his neck at a sharp angle to kiss Dean and Dean snaps, doesn't unwrap either arms or legs from around Sam but tips them both back till Sam falls on him, heavy, crushes him into the bed. He pulls at Sam's clothes ineffectually, can't remember how to work zippers or buttons. But Sam is magical and smart, Sam makes their clothes go away, makes them naked.
It was never like this. Not before. Sam never kissed Dean's mouth. Sam never said Dean's name, certainly not again and again and again. Sam never spread Dean out on the sheets and sat back on his heels for a long, shameless look at him.
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Date: 2011-05-18 08:42 am (UTC)Sam never let Dean put him on his back and fuss till he got Sam's bad leg slung around Dean's waist so it wouldn't ache, he never said slower, he never smiled when Dean deliberately found his sweet spot and worked him up to a gasping sweating mess.
At some point Dean realizes that he's matching Sam's chorus of "Dean, Dean, Dean." Don't go, don't go, please, Sammy, fuck, don't go.
Dean comes bare inside of Sam, and Sam catches him when he collapses, cradles Dean's head, hands over Dean's ears so everything sounds like the ocean. "I'm never going to leave you again." The playful sparkle of moments ago vanishes from Sam's face. "You've got to understand that. Nothing is ever going to keep you from me. I won't let it," he says over the sound of crashing waves. "Do you understand?"
Naked with only a sweat-damp sheet to cover him, Dean shivers. He looks closely at Sam because really, Dean has no reason to trust Sam's word and every reason not to. "Where were you? Two years, Sam, where the fuck were you?"
Sam rubs a foot against Dean's ankle. He pulls Dean down and kisses him, slow and deep and thorough. "I'll explain everything. I have so much to tell you." Dean feels teeth when Sam smiles against his mouth. "Things were so bad, man, they were so bad back then, but I just needed to figure out who I was." Dean wants to know if Sam went back to school, went to church, went to an shrink, went to a fucking ashram. He needs to know everything. "But it's all so we could be together. Everything I did, Dean." Sam squirms against him and gets distracted for a moment with another rapturous Dean, Dean, Dean, like Dean's been the only thing on his mind for the whole two years. "It was all for you."
"Okay," Dean says. "Okay." He noses at Sam's collarbone.
"Say yes," Sam says, weirdly insistent. "No one else can have you. Say yes to me."
Dean laughs a little at that. "Pretty sure brothers can't get hitched, even in Vermont, Sam." But he stills when Sam's silent. Sam's ribcage expands and retreats beneath him, heart thumping, stomach gurgling, bad leg splayed wide on the bed. The sunlight still streaming through the window catches on the hints of gold in Sam's hair, makes him shine like the brightest star in the sky. "Yes," Dean says, and he feels like he's just stepped off a cliff into air, trusting Sam to catch him.
Dean drifts off for a while, listening to Sam's heartbeat, and when he comes to Sam's clothed and kissing Dean's hair, moving away from the bed. Dean moans a complaint.
Sam laughs softly. "Better if we look a little more reputable. Your dad's going to come back. " Holy fuck. Dean had forgotten to even worry. He'd forgotten there were people who aren't Sam in the world. Something niggles at him about Sam's phrasing. "Hey, hey, calm down," Sam says. "Everything's going to be okay." He kisses Dean, and then he kisses lower, and lower, and lavishes attention on the trail of hair below Dean's navel, and he swallows down Dean's cock with his eyes fluttering back like it's a fucking ecstatic religious experience, like he's about to start speaking in tongues. Dean barely manages to pull on some boxers before he passes out again.
Dean cracks an eye open, muscles still loose and tingling. Sam's sitting patiently in a rickety chair while Dad shouts. Sam nods occasionally, and when Dad finally goes silent, Sam says, "You poor bastard."
Something cold runs up and down Dean's spine at the pity in Sam's voice.
Sam's ringtone is deafening in the tense, quiet room. Dad looks like thunder and lightning. "Don't you dare answer tha--"
"Hey, Adam!" Sam's eyes never leave Dad. "How'd that exam go?" He waits, smiles. "Awesome. Hey, I'm gonna swing by in a couple days." He stretches his legs out along the floor, somehow takes up more space in the room. "I know, man, I know I said I'd be earlier. But I've got a good reason. I'm bringing a surprise along this time." He laughs. "A good one. Later, dude."
Dad stands unmoving.
Sam smiles warmly at Dad. "Good kid. Sweet. Taught him how to shoot and he thinks I'm Batman." He twists to face Dean like he knew all along Dean was awake. "How do you feel about Wisconsin?"
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Date: 2011-05-19 12:04 am (UTC)But also- AMAZING!!!!!! Aw- i felt so sad for Dean- having to wait two years for his (maybe?) Sammy to return and actually return his affections. *lip wibble*
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Date: 2011-05-19 12:38 am (UTC)http://britomart-is.livejournal.com/44689.html#cutid1
But there can definitely be more to this!!!
I really hope you continue it britomart-is!
Re: 2/2
Date: 2011-05-19 01:01 am (UTC)I'm still confused though... So now he's embraced his non-soulness or something? Or the "demon" that's inside? why has he spontaniously begun doing things he never used to- like the smiling and the "slower" not "harder" and why is Sam so adament that Dean say yes? Does it have to do with that binding link thing in the first story (does he mean Meg? when she possessed him or something?)? Or maybe it's his way of binding himself to Dean for forever... agh. And why did he say "your dad" instead of "our dad" because still, even though he's got some demon in him, John is still his dad... *sigh*
Re: 2/2
Date: 2011-05-19 01:07 am (UTC)I entirely unfderstand the confusion. I'm away from my computer for the evning but will try to explain when I'm back!
- Brit-on-her-phone
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Date: 2011-05-19 08:32 am (UTC)I think it would be perfectly valid to assume that Sam is already possessed by Lucifer or the YED or is soulless here, but to me, this is 100% Sam. He's already explicitly rejected John as his father by the end of "Dream Deferred", and has gone from being an extremely damaged, unhappy hunter's kid to feeling like he's found his place in the world following the YED's plan. Accordingly, I don't think this happier, embracing-his-evil-destiny Sam would feel the same need for self-destruction that he did when he was younger and still 'trapped', hence the less fraught behavior around Dean. I don't think this Sam - who gave up his dreams mostly so he wouldn't have to live without Dean - would ever let Michael lay a finger on Dean. So I think this Sam would be quite eager to secure Dean's allegiance to Sam, and to keep Dean for himself.
Aaaaaaaaand now back to your regularly scheduled programming. :D
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Date: 2011-05-19 10:36 pm (UTC)ahaha yeah- that's not weird ;) But yeah- in the end though- I loved this soooooo :D you should consider continuing!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDD
Re: 2/2
Date: 2011-05-19 04:13 pm (UTC)The binding link was definitely about Meg's possession of Sam.
The change in how Sam wants sex is I guess because he accepts himself (as evil?) and gets out his rougher urges elsewhere. He wanted Dean to say 'yes' probably to bind himself to Sam in some way. And he said 'your father' because he doesn't see John as his father anymore, or he believes John was never his real father in the first place. But I could be wrong and the while Lucifer/Michael thing could be coming into play.
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