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Date: 2011-01-28 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-28 02:12 pm (UTC)FILLED: SPN, Sam/Dean, nightmares, In The Still of The Night
Date: 2011-01-30 12:24 pm (UTC)And so, in the middle of the night, or sometimes mere minutes after sleep takes him, Sam feels Dean tense up against him. Steady breathing becomes strained, harsh whispers. If Sam turns over, he knows he'll hear pleas. Eventually, he'll hear worse.
Sometimes...sometimes, and those occasions are blessedly rare, Dean will chuckle. On those occasions Sam can't do what he should. He sits up the rest of the night.
But now, Dean is crying against him. Sam turns over, and pulls Dean into his arms. He holds him so tight he knows Dean will probably have bruises in the morning, but neither of them will say anything. There are many things they don't speak about. This is just one more.
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Date: 2011-01-28 02:24 pm (UTC)Fill: Demands and Declarations; H50, Steve/Danny
Date: 2011-04-11 05:22 am (UTC)takenborrowed from that show. I hope that's okay.*****
Steve pulls up in his truck to Danny’s house, intent on one thing: kissing Danny. They’ve been flirting for months and Steve’s tired of waiting. He turns off the car and heads inside when Danny’s door opens. Danny’s standing there in a white cotton shirt and boxers, letting another man out of his house. The man smiles easily and says something to Danny that makes him laugh.
Steve freezes.
He wonders if he misread the whole situation. It’s early on a Saturday, too early for Danny to be up without reason, and now he’s in his boxers around another guy and laughing at his jokes. Steve turns around and heads back to his truck when he hears Danny shout his name.
“Steve? Steve, what are you doing here?” He asks, jogging out to meet him.
“Leaving,” Steve says, aiming for his door handle. “I shouldn’t have come.”
“No, wait!” Danny says, blocking him.
Steve huffs. “I feel like an idiot.”
Danny frowns. “Why?”
“Because I come all the way out here and I see you with--with him,” Steve says. He’s embarrassed and angry.
Danny frowns. “He was just--”
“I don’t care,” Steve says. “You’re in your boxers, he obviously stayed the night…”
“He’s just a friend, nothing happened,” Danny says. “Tell me why you’re here.”
Steve exhales and turns away. “I don’t even know.”
“Yes, you do, babe,” Danny protests. “Tell me.”
He turns around. “Because I thought… Forget it,” he says, dismayed.
“No,” Danny counters. “Say it.”
“I thought… I thought we had something, Danny. I thought, I mean, there were moments, weren’t there?”
“Yeah, there were,” Danny says with a smile.
“Were?” Steve feels his heart sink to his stomach. He heads for his car again, pushing past Danny.
“Steve,” Danny says. “Stop.”
Steve pauses, opening the door, but doesn’t turn to face him. “Why?”
He hears Danny sigh. “Because I love you, you idiot!”
Steve turns and Danny is there and he’s moving towards him, and Danny’s moving towards him. Their lips crash together into a hungry kiss and it’s perfect and it’s everything.
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Date: 2011-01-28 02:39 pm (UTC)The World is Not Enough
Date: 2011-01-28 07:23 pm (UTC)Peering over the crib, he could only chuckle at the picture of innocence that he was about to destroy. A single errant sound. The noise woke the baby, but the little boy slept on with one arm thrown protectively over his brother.
Azazel brushed blond hair back from the boy's face admiring the fine features so like he remembered Mary Campbell's. Too old, but oh what a tasty treat he would have been . . .
Azazel was reminded of his task when the infant begins to cry, and the sniffling is cut short by the blood offering.
"John?"
"Shhh," he soothed without turning to the woman that Mary Campbell had grown into. There's nothing sweeter than the moment when she turns away--the huntress sacrificing her children on an altar of normality.
Azazel had finished his business with Samuel Winchester, but he paused to run a hand through the boy's blond hair once more. And before he realized what he's doing, he'd lifted the child out of the crib and tucked him close to his chest.
This was the boy who will grow up to end Azazel, by the boy's own prophecy. It'd be easy to dispose of him now.
But it would be so much more fun to teach Mary Campbell a lesson, Azazel grinned as feet thundered up the stairs and down the hall.
Forget him? Forget Azazel?
"You!"
Too little, too late.
With his rapt audience trapped on the ceiling, Azazel repeated his ritual, smearing blood over the sleeping boy's mouth. With a snap of his fingers, the woman is gutted, and Sam begins to scream.
Azazel shoved his little waking weapon back in the crib to cower with his brother. Let John Winchester find his bloody-mouthed eldest, helpless baby, and dead wife like this, he thought, grinning widely.
Then let the world burn.
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Date: 2011-01-28 02:44 pm (UTC)Through My Eyes
Date: 2011-01-28 08:03 pm (UTC)I had assumed that, since I was told to rescue him, he would be able to take my true form.
I had assumed wrongly.
I was given permission to heal their form, but not their substance. My own punishment for my arrogance.
Now The Righteous Man is blind. Now I feel things are shifting.
But this has already changed -- the Boy With The Demon Blood no longer is thralled by the Princess Of Demons. No longer does he listen to her and consume her blood.
Now, his entire focus is his brother.
The Seals are breaking very, very slowly. Things are not going as they should.
And somehow, I can't bring myself to feel anything but relief at that.
And perhaps a little bit of pride, as well.
Because it was my error that forced this change.
And only the Father knows that it was no error on my part.
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Date: 2011-01-28 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-01 12:18 am (UTC)Nate Ford was well aware that all of his team were professionals who excelled at what they did.
"I'm just trying ta make sure it's all perfect, pum'kin."
He would never question their complete commitment to the job at hand, whatever that might be.
"It is perfect, sweetie, now come join us. I kept you a seat."
And two days ago, when it had been essential to the con that his wife and good friend act the epitome of star struck lovers, newly wed and entirely in love, flirting and petting and laughing...
"One second, honey. Honest. Just give me a sec."
Nate had been nothing but impressed with their performance.
"Baby, sit down."
That had been two days ago.
"Baby?" Nate was officially done with this. "Did you just call him 'baby'?"
"Yeah, I'm not sure about 'baby'." Eliot said from the kitchen doorway, a dirty plate still in hand. "I had an ex that used to call me that, real psycho."
"Nate, control your volume," Sophie said evenly. "Eliot, come sit down now."
"Look, I'm here." Eliot threw a dishcloth over his shoulder and dropped onto the sofa. "See? Right here."
"Finally." Sophie rolled her eyes melodramatically. "Now, Nate. Eliot and I had a lot of time to talk during that last con, and we'd like to suggest something."
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