Fic: Strangers and Fireworks
Title: Strangers and Fireworks
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Rudy/Rudy (although it's not too much there. but you can squint.)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1028
Feedback: It would be very welcome :)
Summary: It's New Years Eve and Dean drags Sam along to another odd-sounding case.
Warning: Language (?)
Disclaimer: None of these characters or shows are mine.
Author's Note: I actually wrote this for Fanny on New Years. Except I totally forgot to post it here. For quite a while. But here it is now.
Sam and Dean walked by a dock where houses were aligned in a neat fashion. Each house faced the waiter, with small candles or lanterns lit by each door or window. They were somewhat ragged and tattered houses, but they could easily see how worn down and lived-in they were. This was a town where everyone loved things so dearly that they got worn out.
The Winchesters had another job. Something had been disturbing the inhabitants of the small village. They hadn’t found much out yet, other than that it kept knocking at their doors at midnight and when they looked outside, no one was there. There was nothing exceptionally ‘supernatural’ about it, but Dean had warned Sam when they first heard about it.
“Sammy, you know knocking always comes down to spooky stuff, right? Knocking on things is really fucking creepy, and if it does continue, I’m sure some scenario with someone dying will continue.”
And Sam had whined that Dean watched too many horror movies and that is was New Years Eve for just a second. He really didn’t like the fact that Dean was dragging him into this, but he obeyed nonetheless.
A swish of fresh air hit Sam’s neck and he glanced over his shoulder with a worried look.
“What’s up?”
Sam twitched. He didn’t see anything. In the near distance, he heard someone running and the tiny squeaks of a lantern that swayed in its hinges on a house. His eyebrows fell into a frown.
“I… I don’t know. I think it’s nothing.”
“Yeah, I think you’re just-”
Before he could finish his sentence, two boys ran ahead through an alley on their left and skidded around the empty docks further ahead, clearly not noticing Sam and Dean a few feet away. Since it was a small village, the docks weren’t all that big and were only intended for the little boats that they could manage. Every time either of the boys ran further, the wood would made odd noises that seemed eerie in the dark.
From afar, the boys were hard to make out against the darkness of the chilled evening. But from what the Winchesters could tell, they were twins. They wore the exact same clothes and had the same body frames. What was slightly odd about it though, was the fact that they were the only ones out. From all of those houses behind them, none of the inhabitants took a step outside. Either they had been frightened to death by the knocking, or it was just a common thing for those people, Sam thought. He guessed that Dean thought so too because his gaze was stuck on the boys with a very strange expression.
“You little cocksucker, come back here!”
The boy who was ahead of the other shouted back.
“You just called yourself gay, eh? Again? Are you sure you’re not desperate to get another man up the arse?”
That triggered the one that had slowed down to a walk back to a sprint to chase the other twin. They ran around like crazed kids, their yells so loud that it made Sam cringe and Dean frown deeply.
Sam and Dean watched the two fidget and run around for a while. Yet, they did nothing. Dean made some sort of remark that Sam didn’t quite catch. He knew that he was being cocky about it though.
It took only a few minutes before they heard giant booms in the sky. They lifted their heads and were amazed by the sight.
Sparks of dark violet filled the sky. Then came loud blue sparks that flew higher than the previous ones and dissolved into a soft crimson. Sam’s smile crept on his face. He could remember the last time that he had seen fireworks, yet it was blurry to him. And Dean… it reminded Dean of something that he only wished to keep to himself. He felt his emotions almost wash over him again, so he distracted himself by looking over at Sam. Sam, who grinned with delight, never looked away from the fireworks. Dean could see the outline of his jaw and the hair that swept over his ears and down his neck softly.
A short, quick inhale of Sam made Dean turn back. The fireworks were going at an even faster pace now. They burst in several colours at once. Then, sometimes, there was a bunch of the same colours at once that made the biggest bangs in the sky and Sam gasped or inhaled sharply whenever it happened.
Dean looked over to the twins that had settled down and weren’t shouting anymore. In fact, they were sat on a bench together. He could see the two heads beside each other. They seemed like they were hugging each other because they looked so close. Sam nudged his attention back when a flurry of explosions burst in the other corners of the dark sky.
When the fireworks had started to fade and get slower, Dean looked back at the bench. One of the bodies had started to disappear slowly. He couldn’t see much from this angle, but he could see that it slipped into the other like it was no big deal. The last outline of that body had a pleasant grin stuck on his face. Once it disappeared fully, the one still left lifted up his fists with excitement and yelled, “Gotcha, you fucker! I saved people today, you should be proud of that!”
Sam side-glanced Dean with a very worried look on his face. A hand slapped his shoulder. “Happy New Year, Sam. I think we just finished a very easy case. And managed to celebrate the New Year. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Sam answered him with a content huff. Dean slid his arm off Sam’s shoulder and headed back towards the row of houses; along the wooden sidewalk to where the Impala was parked behind a far alley.
“Yeah. Happy New Year, Dean.” It was a vague sigh, which he didn’t think Dean heard. He shrugged, glanced once more at the guy along on the docks who did an odd victory dance, and followed Dean.
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Rudy/Rudy (although it's not too much there. but you can squint.)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1028
Feedback: It would be very welcome :)
Summary: It's New Years Eve and Dean drags Sam along to another odd-sounding case.
Warning: Language (?)
Disclaimer: None of these characters or shows are mine.
Author's Note: I actually wrote this for Fanny on New Years. Except I totally forgot to post it here. For quite a while. But here it is now.
Sam and Dean walked by a dock where houses were aligned in a neat fashion. Each house faced the waiter, with small candles or lanterns lit by each door or window. They were somewhat ragged and tattered houses, but they could easily see how worn down and lived-in they were. This was a town where everyone loved things so dearly that they got worn out.
The Winchesters had another job. Something had been disturbing the inhabitants of the small village. They hadn’t found much out yet, other than that it kept knocking at their doors at midnight and when they looked outside, no one was there. There was nothing exceptionally ‘supernatural’ about it, but Dean had warned Sam when they first heard about it.
“Sammy, you know knocking always comes down to spooky stuff, right? Knocking on things is really fucking creepy, and if it does continue, I’m sure some scenario with someone dying will continue.”
And Sam had whined that Dean watched too many horror movies and that is was New Years Eve for just a second. He really didn’t like the fact that Dean was dragging him into this, but he obeyed nonetheless.
A swish of fresh air hit Sam’s neck and he glanced over his shoulder with a worried look.
“What’s up?”
Sam twitched. He didn’t see anything. In the near distance, he heard someone running and the tiny squeaks of a lantern that swayed in its hinges on a house. His eyebrows fell into a frown.
“I… I don’t know. I think it’s nothing.”
“Yeah, I think you’re just-”
Before he could finish his sentence, two boys ran ahead through an alley on their left and skidded around the empty docks further ahead, clearly not noticing Sam and Dean a few feet away. Since it was a small village, the docks weren’t all that big and were only intended for the little boats that they could manage. Every time either of the boys ran further, the wood would made odd noises that seemed eerie in the dark.
From afar, the boys were hard to make out against the darkness of the chilled evening. But from what the Winchesters could tell, they were twins. They wore the exact same clothes and had the same body frames. What was slightly odd about it though, was the fact that they were the only ones out. From all of those houses behind them, none of the inhabitants took a step outside. Either they had been frightened to death by the knocking, or it was just a common thing for those people, Sam thought. He guessed that Dean thought so too because his gaze was stuck on the boys with a very strange expression.
“You little cocksucker, come back here!”
The boy who was ahead of the other shouted back.
“You just called yourself gay, eh? Again? Are you sure you’re not desperate to get another man up the arse?”
That triggered the one that had slowed down to a walk back to a sprint to chase the other twin. They ran around like crazed kids, their yells so loud that it made Sam cringe and Dean frown deeply.
Sam and Dean watched the two fidget and run around for a while. Yet, they did nothing. Dean made some sort of remark that Sam didn’t quite catch. He knew that he was being cocky about it though.
It took only a few minutes before they heard giant booms in the sky. They lifted their heads and were amazed by the sight.
Sparks of dark violet filled the sky. Then came loud blue sparks that flew higher than the previous ones and dissolved into a soft crimson. Sam’s smile crept on his face. He could remember the last time that he had seen fireworks, yet it was blurry to him. And Dean… it reminded Dean of something that he only wished to keep to himself. He felt his emotions almost wash over him again, so he distracted himself by looking over at Sam. Sam, who grinned with delight, never looked away from the fireworks. Dean could see the outline of his jaw and the hair that swept over his ears and down his neck softly.
A short, quick inhale of Sam made Dean turn back. The fireworks were going at an even faster pace now. They burst in several colours at once. Then, sometimes, there was a bunch of the same colours at once that made the biggest bangs in the sky and Sam gasped or inhaled sharply whenever it happened.
Dean looked over to the twins that had settled down and weren’t shouting anymore. In fact, they were sat on a bench together. He could see the two heads beside each other. They seemed like they were hugging each other because they looked so close. Sam nudged his attention back when a flurry of explosions burst in the other corners of the dark sky.
When the fireworks had started to fade and get slower, Dean looked back at the bench. One of the bodies had started to disappear slowly. He couldn’t see much from this angle, but he could see that it slipped into the other like it was no big deal. The last outline of that body had a pleasant grin stuck on his face. Once it disappeared fully, the one still left lifted up his fists with excitement and yelled, “Gotcha, you fucker! I saved people today, you should be proud of that!”
Sam side-glanced Dean with a very worried look on his face. A hand slapped his shoulder. “Happy New Year, Sam. I think we just finished a very easy case. And managed to celebrate the New Year. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Sam answered him with a content huff. Dean slid his arm off Sam’s shoulder and headed back towards the row of houses; along the wooden sidewalk to where the Impala was parked behind a far alley.
“Yeah. Happy New Year, Dean.” It was a vague sigh, which he didn’t think Dean heard. He shrugged, glanced once more at the guy along on the docks who did an odd victory dance, and followed Dean.