SN drabbles - PG, R

[tigriswolf]

Title: little boy lost

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not mine, those gorgeous Winchester boys. Alas.

Warnings: takes place between “Bedtime Stories” and “Red Sky At Morning” in season three

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 210

Point of view: third

Notes: prequel of “all will turn to silver glass” 
 

            The hunt was over, easily finished, and the night before Halloween, Dean told Sam not to wait up. After Dean drove away, Sam resumed his research—he’d find a way out of Dean’s deal. He would, no matter what it cost. Dean was not going to Hell, not even for half a moment.

            By one in the morning, Sam was exhausted, so he shut down his laptop and crawled into bed.

            He woke at seven to an empty motel room. Dean had yet to come back.

            After showering and packing, Dean still wasn’t back. When Sam looked out into the parking lot, Dean’s Impala, however, was there. 

            But Dean wasn’t. 

            Sam called Dean’s phone, and Dean didn’t answer. He examined the car and surrounding area, and called Dean’s phone again. And again. And again.

            But finally someone did pick up. A female voice said breathlessly, “Hello?”

            Annoyance swept through Sam, immediately followed by anger. If Dean had hooked up and not bothered to answer Sam before now… “You’re not Dean,” he said, the words bitten off and harsh.

            “No,” the stranger replied after a moment. “I found this cell beneath a bush.” 

            Sam felt his heart stop. No. Dean couldn’t have gotten into trouble.

            Oh, hell, of course he could.

 

 

Title: five poems Dean will never, ever admit he’s read

Chapter: I

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters, ‘cept the feminist. Not my poem.

Warnings: none

Pairings: non-incestuous het

Rating: R

Wordcount: 200

Point of view: third

           

            He dated a feminist once. Well, okay, he fucked her. (If you want to get technical about it, she fucked him. It was an interesting month, okay? No one could ever accuse Dean Winchester of being afraid to experiment.)

            But anyway. During the act, she said poetry. It was hot. After, when they were both sated and languid, he asked what she’d been saying.

            She laughed. “Anne Sexton. You wouldn’t like her.”

           

            The next time, and the time after, and the time after that, she kept quoting the same poem. Dean got curious. So he looked up Anne Sexton and tracked down the lines he remembered.

            The poem she’d been murmuring into his ear and screaming between curses, his name, and moans? “In Celebration of My Uterus.”

            Dean laughed so hard he got kicked out of the library.

            He went back later and read the whole thing. Come to find out, he liked it.

            Not that he’ll ever tell anyone.

            ‘specially not Dad. Or Sammy. Sheesh. Sammy would never let him hear the end of it.

 

            The feminist(name of Dale, if you can believe that) taught him a lot. He owes her. 

            … maybe he should send her some flowers.

Everyone in me is a bird.

I am beating all my wings.

They wanted to cut you out

but they will not.

They said you were immeasurably empty

but you are not.

They said you were sick unto dying

but they were wrong.

You are singing like a school girl.

You are not torn.

Sweet weight,

in celebration of the woman I am

and of the soul of the woman I am

and of the central creature and its delight

I sing for you. I dare to live.

Hello, spirit. Hello, cup.

Fasten, cover. Cover that does contain.

Hello to the soil of the fields.

Welcome, roots.

Each cell has a life.

There is enough here to please a nation.

It is enough that the populace own these goods.

Any person, any commonwealth would say of it,

“It is good this year that we may plant again

and think forward to a harvest.

A blight had been forecast and has been cast out.”

Many women are singing together of this:

one is in a shoe factory cursing the machine,

one is at the aquarium tending a seal,

one is dull at the wheel of her Ford,

one is at the toll gate collecting,

one is tying the cord of a calf in Arizona,

one is straddling a cello in Russia,

one is shifting pots on the stove in Egypt,

one is painting her bedroom walls moon color,

one is dying but remembering a breakfast,

one is stretching on her mat in Thailand,

one is wiping the ass of her child,

one is staring out the window of a train

in the middle of Wyoming and one is

anywhere and some are everywhere and all

seem to be singing, although some can not

sing a note.

Sweet weight,

in celebration of the woman I am

let me carry a ten-foot scarf,

let me drum for the nineteen-year-olds,

let me carry bowls for the offering

(if that is my part).

Let me study the cardiovascular tissue,

let me examine the angular distance of meteors,

let me suck on the stems of flowers

(if that is my part).

Let me make certain tribal figures

(if that is my part).

For this thing the body needs

let me sing

for the supper,

for the kissing,

for the correct

yes.

 

Comments

[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

Notes: prequel of “all will turn to silver glass,” which has yet to be posted—but will be, soon. And is much, much longer.

Tease.

[tigriswolf]

It's over 6000 words and not completely typed up yet!

[fleshflutter.livejournal.com]

Oooh awesome! :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

little boy lost

Eek! Dean in trouble! Eek!

Nicely done. And I’m intrigued about the rest of the story.

five poems Dean will never, ever admit he’s read

The poem she’d been murmuring into his ear and screaming between curses, his name, and moans? “In Celebration of My Uterus.”

LOL!

This one was quite fun. :)

[tigriswolf]

It's the one you passed on betaing. *smirks*

Thank you for reading!

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

It is? Oh noes!

[smilla02.livejournal.com]

The first: yes, you are a tease. *wants more*

I loved the second one so much, it's funny and it's Dean is so many ways.

[tigriswolf]

It _is_ finished! I'm just not done typing it up, and then I'll need to go through and clean it, and then tru_faith_lost is gonna go over it, but... probably by the weekend. Monday at the latest.

Just don't hold me to that.

Thank you for reading!

[quiet-rebel.livejournal.com]

Anne Sexton! Eek. I love Anne and Dean does too? Wonderful.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

Anne Sexton is really good.

[unbreakableburr.livejournal.com]

Flove, and laughed my ass off with Dean!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[unbreakableburr.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

That prequel is a cruel, cruel teaser. I'm glad that you have, by now, written the story. :)
We don't really have an episode with Dean missing, you know...

And let me just *glee* with Dean. Good thing Dale was wrong about him liking Anne Sexton... ;)

[tigriswolf]

*jubilates*

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[tigriswolf]

*snuggles*