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[Aug. 27th, 2006|12:41 pm] |
hee. just to warn you, Erin (and potential readers) it's image-y. And poetic. And sappy. Ahahaha. But it's really simple, so, just.. read!
( In the mornings.. ) |
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| Vignettes |
[Jul. 29th, 2006|10:09 pm] |
Little short.. thingies! I wanted to give ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kyuukumber a present because she is awesome and had a hard day at work in which she worked a half hour too much, and also her brother is demanding. So i wrote this thing, because my senses fic and my anger fic were such hits as 'themed' kind of things. because really, my plot mind isn't in business right now, sorry, and therefore, well, the second one doesnt even really have anything to DO with spn except that it's sorta implied that sam and dean are chasing the thing. OH WELL.
Heat
( It creeps up on them.. )
Ice
( This creature-demon can only be killed by freezing.. ) |
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[Jul. 27th, 2006|10:11 pm] |
go fast, blast the air back flat. simmer, shoot
forward, explode, red-hot and gasping on the asphalt.
tumble down, fall, loose rag-doll arms. flop down,
roll and stop.
( Dean's angry in the only way he can be. ) |
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| You Were Always Safe (With Me) |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|07:37 pm] |
Protecting Sam has always been Dean's job. It is ingrained into who he is, so strongly that when Sam leaves, Dean feels a physical pull somewhere in his soul. He doesn't say goodbye, but he doesn't speak to Dad for a week, either.
( Every night.. ) |
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| Sharp (incomplete) |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|06:36 pm] |
Not complete. Sam/Dean, kind of, PG-13, for swearing, you know the drill.
Sam had been sitting on the same hard Nebraskan bar seat for the past ninety minutes. Nevermind that Dean was ignoring his signal to stop flirting with the overly friendly bartender, had been ignoring it ever since the dancing lady hour hand on the garish clock on the wall had passed midnight. Now, it wavered between 12 and 1, and the steady ticking was driving Sam insane.
( Sam glared at it.. ) |
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[Jul. 25th, 2006|06:28 pm] |
First fic.
Sam/Dean, PG-13, short number of words, yada yada yada.
Dean's coming back with an armful of supplies for the exorcism they're supposed to perform tomorrow; he has the keys in one hand, the stuff between the crook of his right arm and his jacket hanging off his shoulder. He's carrying an extension cord looped around his neck and trying to jimmy the hotel door because the key doesn't work. Sam's still out somewhere, Dean doesn't know where and pretends he doesn't care because he's been doing that all day and he's not about to stop and worry now. He'll be back, he thinks, and the key breaks so Dean swears under his breath, puts everything down, and takes out a paper clip.
( A few hours later.. ) |
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okay
ow
accomplished
annoyed
contemplative