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Date: 2011-01-02 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 05:12 am (UTC)He smiles fondly, as tucks Dean's stuffed panda bear in next to him. Dean barely made it to midnight. Sam fell asleep long before him but John had been content to hold his youngest in his lap.
"I'm surprised their asleep after all that sugar," John snorts, sliding a hand up Gabriel's back.
Gabriel smiles and leans back into the warmth and strength that pours off of John Winchester. Heave might think Dean is the Righteous Man but they've never truly looked at the love and determination in John's heart.
Not that it matter. Nether John,Dean or Sam were ever going to Hell. Gabriel would burn out his grace first.
"I wanted them to have fun," Gabriel says with a shrug.
John chuckles softly, wrapping an arm around Gabriel's chest. "They had a great time. I think Disney was a little much but -- "
"They have some of the best fireworks," Gabriel explains hastily.
"I don't doubt it," John assures him. "It was good, Gabriel. It was. The boys never had a New Years Eve like this."
Gabriel smiles and turns in John's arms. "I want ever New Years to be that way for them. And every Christmas. And every birthday. And - "
John kisses him and if Gabriel didn't enjoy it so much he'd complain about John always shutting him up this way. "Gabe, they'll love you even if its not."
Gabriel's kissed again before he can open his mouth. It gentle, sweet, and it makes him tremble more than deep and wet ever could.
"Just be there," John tells him.
"Heaven and Hell couldn't drag me away," Gabriel promises.
John half smiles. "They'd better not try. Your ass is mine."
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Date: 2011-01-02 03:32 pm (UTC)No fic but...
Date: 2011-01-02 06:02 pm (UTC)Also, gorgeous icon.
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Date: 2011-01-02 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-02 03:40 pm (UTC)The Losers, Jensen/Cougar, Jensen's reaction to the heli crash
Date: 2011-02-28 04:56 am (UTC)After the helicopter crash, Roque stays in the present, because he doesn’t quite trust Clay to lead and their men are in various states of distress and grief. He’s determined to do something useful, because what the fuck else do you do when you the smell burning children won’t leave your nose. He can’t sit idly, he can’t sleep, and he isn’t going to let himself near any booze until he has the rest of the team somewhere other than the motherfucking jungle. He takes watch, because he’s raging and his nerves are shot and he needs something to focus on while the rest of them sleep or scream or lay on the ground and wish they were dead. Roque has enough self-preservation and ego to be glad he’s alive while he waits to see where Clay is leading them.
Clay can’t see beyond his revenge. He doesn’t notice the jungle or the heat or the others as he stalks closer to a destination that they can’t see. He’s a predator, pursuing and angry and determined, but he’s not thinking of his pack. He’s hunting without a scent and making arbitrary decisions when the rest of the team doesn’t even realize there are decisions to be made. He snaps at the men, trying to push them further than their bodies and minds are able to take, until Roque intervenes, talks him down, convincing him that they need sleep and food and a moment to shut down.
Cougar is silent, as vacant in his own body as Roque had expected. His feet still move, just one foot in front of the other, but he avoids vines and undergrowth with an autopilot that makes it seem like he isn’t touching the ground at all. He’s a ghost in every sense of the word: pale, adrift, in between. He stares sometimes, like he can’t focus on the present, like he is trying to figure something out but he isn’t quite sure the context of the problem. He’s lost his big picture, but he still lets Jensen curl around him in the dark of night, lets Pooch put food in front of him and make sure he eats, lets Roque be angry because he can’t feel anything but lost and listless.
Pooch clings to his wedding ring like he’s afraid it’s going to disappear if he blinks the wrong way. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, flashing between preparing food for them all and wringing his hands together for hours. Roque knows that when Pooch lies down at night, all he sees is Jolene: Jolene receiving his American flag, Jolene having to turn to her brother for help, Jolene burning in a helicopter while he watches but can’t move. Pooch doesn’t know who he is. He clings to his life outside of being a soldier, because being a soldier didn’t help him, didn’t help those children, but without Jolene by his side, he doesn’t feel like a husband either. He has no identity at all.
Jensen is silent for the first few hours but then falls into keeping up the chatter. He talks about giraffes for three straight hours. He spends an entire day talking about his niece and soccer and the World Cup and so many other tangents that it seems like his filter burned up in the fire. He’s always been chatty and random, but this is a whole new level, and Roque hates to admit he saw it coming. He hates even more that it takes him a week to realize Jensen is vomiting after every meal with meat and another two days to realize he’s not so much sleeping as lying next to Cougar, silent and still and broken each night because he isn’t coping during the day.
Some nights Jensen sits up with Roque until his head drops to Roque’s lap and Roque can’t help but stroke his head while they both drift. Some nights Pooch will curl behind Jensen, hoping that his warmth and Cougar’s soft, sparing words are enough to make him sleep. Mostly, though, Roque watches over them with a growing sense of inevitability and dread, because all he can really do is cover their six, run interference, and hope Clay knows what he’s doing.
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Date: 2011-01-02 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-02 04:04 pm (UTC)Unexpected sound
Date: 2011-01-02 10:06 pm (UTC)---
It had been a late night, so Dean was still in bed at noon. There was a sound he didn't recognize, which had woken him up. It sounded like something was running, chasing something and at times it was a dull thump.
He had rather wanted to wake up with Sam clicking at his laptop, but yet Bobby or himself had to find what could change Sam back from a kitten.
Kitten!
Dean sat up in the bed, looked on it and then lifted the quilt and no kitten there. He widen his look and saw what the sound was that woken him up. Sam was running on the floor. He had found one of the papers Dean had scribbled on yesterday and crumple up. Dean probably had missed the paper bin.
With the small paws Sam managed to get it rolling quite well and was now running after it. The dull thuds was clarified, when Sam had got a good speed and was not able to stop in time and bounced on the walls.
"Sam is this your new way of working out?" Dean asked the kitten.
In the middle of a run Sam stopped, but as he was to close to the leg of the bed he bounced on it. A moment later Dean saw him with his tail between his legs walking to the middle of the floor and sit down, glaring at him.
Dean had hard to stay serious. He put his feet down and bends to pick the kitten up. Stroking him over his back and scratch him between the ears.
"You didn't have to stop, though next time I can play with you." Dean smiled and could just imagine what Sam would have replied.
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Date: 2011-01-02 05:30 pm (UTC)<3 Awesome prompt
Date: 2011-01-08 11:01 pm (UTC)Eliot looked at her, held her gaze for a second, and then looked away. Sophie felt herself internally urging him into confrontation, begging him to argue with her, shout at her, break down in fucking tears, just any kind of response. Eliot almost visibly shut himself back down and left the room.
Sophie glanced up as Nate came to stand in the doorway behind her, reading her own expression mirrored in his eyes. They'd thought this was all over, out in the open now and no longer festering in Eliot's subconscious, but Eliot hadn't slept since San Lorenzo. What dreams or nightmares he was hiding from, they didn't dare guess.
Not ready to give in, Sophie stood up and followed Eliot out, Nate close on her heels. There really was nothing else they could do now but make sure he knew that they loved him more than he hated himself.
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Date: 2011-01-02 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-02 10:14 pm (UTC)[a kiss with a fist; Supernatural/Leverage: Dean/Eliot, (Hardison); R/18-Rated, 959words.] (http://cs-whitewolf.livejournal.com/324035.html)
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Date: 2011-01-02 05:32 pm (UTC)No fill, but
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