do or die - SN fic - PG
Jul. 23rd, 2007 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigriswolfTitle: do or die
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: the Winchesters aren’t mine, alas
Warnings: sometime during season one, I think
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 205
Point of view: third
Notes: for iamstealthyone, to the prompt of “Glazed.”
iamstealthyone, to the prompt of “Glazed.” Dean’s whimpering again.
Sam flinches at the sound, caught off-guard every time. It’s just… not right, not right at all for Dean to make that noise. He’s Dean.
The pain killer isn’t working. Sam’s whole left side aches, but he got the good part of the deal. At least he wasn’t almost shredded. He shudders at the images flickering in his brain—nightmare fodder for a lifetime.
Dean tries to roll over and groans, lashing out at something that’s not there. Sam moves as swiftly as he can to his brother’s side.
He whispers, “Dean,” placing a gentle touch to Dean’s shoulder. “You’re dreaming, man. It’s alright, we’re both alright.” Not quite a lie—they’re both alive.
Dean’s eyelids flicker open. “Sammy?” he murmurs.
“Yeah. I’m fine, Dean.” Sam came so close to losing Dean; he wants to shake Dean until he swears to never do something that stupid again—but it won’t do any good. He’d settle for clutching Dean close and never letting go, but Dean won’t allow that, either.
Dean’s hand grips Sam’s wrist. “You swear?” he asks, voice less than a murmur. Dream must have been bad, then.
“Promise,” Sam says.
His grip loosens around Sam and he slips back under.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-23 06:33 pm (UTC)Favorite lines:
He whispers, “Dean,” placing a gentle touch to Dean’s shoulder. “You’re dreaming, man. It’s alright, we’re both alright.”
Aww. I love soothing!Sam. *pets Sam*
Dean’s eyelids flicker open. “Sammy?” he murmurs.
“Yeah. I’m fine, Dean.”
I love that Sam knows exactly what Dean’s asking about with just that one word.
“Promise,” Sam says.
His grip loosens around Sam and he slips back under.
Lovely ending -- of course Dean needs to know his little brother is OK before he can truly get some rest. *hugs them both*
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-23 06:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-23 07:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-23 07:59 pm (UTC)Because this...oh, boys...!
Poor, poor Dean. And Sam. I love him when he's the one taking care of Dean.
Dean’s whimpering again.
Sam flinches at the sound, caught off-guard every time. It’s just… not right, not right at all for Dean to make that noise. He’s Dean.
You had me by the end of that first phrase. And all this sounds so...them that I can't help but be happy.
Thanks to Precipice (http://sadelyrate.livejournal.com/tag/precipice), though, I don't think I'll ever be able to read the words 'flinch' or 'hurt' without trembling inside...
Why didn't you try to write that 2x14 AU idea of yours?
You'd rock.
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-23 09:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-23 09:21 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-23 09:35 pm (UTC)What if I tried helping you out with those?
Granted, my track record for sex scenes is...rather non-existant. But maybe two negatives can make one positive in this case? ;)
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-23 11:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-24 08:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-24 10:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-25 05:25 pm (UTC)Also, how'd the tornado's party go?
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-25 05:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-25 05:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-25 05:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-25 08:25 pm (UTC)So I'll have to start exercising my NC-17 skills, then. ;)
The party was great! Since the sun shone all day long, we spent the day out in the yard mostly, no one broke anything or even hit their heads on the table-corners. Though I don't want to know how many miles the kids ran...
And I have to admit it's been a while since I've seen our poor little princess that tired.