fic: to all our bad deeds
Title: To All Our Bad Deeds
Characters: Dean/Jo
Rating: Mature
Notes: Fic based on the song Bonnie and Clyde II by the wonderful artist Martina Sorbara (www.youtube.com/watch). All dialogue is taken directly from the lyrics.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters belong to Kripke etc and the dialogue belongs to Martina Sorbara.
She hunted alone because if it was good enough for her Daddy then it's damn well good enough for her. Besides she didn't have a younger brother to look after or an older one to idolize (not that it did them any good, in the end). But then everything burns and she finds herself with him and he smiles at her, a crooked grin, and the rest all falls into place. "Let me take you for a ride."
She slips her slender hand into his and gives a crooked grin back. "I'll be Bonnie and you'll be Clyde."
He presses the softest of kisses to the corner of her mouth and tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's see if we can get ourselves killed, before we die."
~~~
She has a hand out the window, fingers splayed against the wind that ran through them, the sleek curve of the Impala the only car on the stretch of highway. He watches her lay her head on the frame of the window, hair whipping around her face. She still hasn't asked him where they're going and he still doesn't have an answer if she did.
He pulls her to him and and she grins. "Like it was armed robbery," she says and he kisses her fiercely, ignoring the road in front of them.
~~~
They don't remember before. There was just fire and then there was this. So they drive, because it was easier than questioning. They lay down in the houses of strangers at night and wonder if it's better that they don't remember.
~~~
She all but runs out of the store, a grin plastered on her face with such momentary carefree joy that it almost takes his breath away. He catches her as she jumps up reaching him, legs hooking around his back and her lips pressed to his. He laughs and she can feel it rumble in his chest. She pulls away slightly and all he can see is the sun behind her, dancing in her blond hair and everything is bright and warm and for that moment perfect. He almost lets himself think that this could be heaven, safe and warm and for the moment outshines the fire and brimstone that he carries with him everywhere. Blinded by the light he grins at her. "What?" he asks to her sudden amusement.
She manages to reach into her back pocket and pulls out a zippo lighter, the AC/DC logo engraved on one side. "I stole you something pretty," she says with a grin and claims his lips again with hers.
He walks with her wrapped around him like that to the car, trying his damnedest not to let go of the moment. "Well aren't I lucky," he replies and lays her down across the backseat and trails kisses down her neck as he mumbles against her skin, "I've gone and found myself a crooked lady."
~~~
She sometimes thinks there used to be someone else. A lot of someone elses really. She can hear voices that she knows aren't there but that run through her mind like a song she once knew but can't remember. He watches try to form the names they'd both long since lost and feels like a part of him is missing. A part of them is missing. At night he hears laughter and can smell fresh cut grass.
~~~
They pass under a freeway overpass and she tilts her head up to look at the cement structure, snapping a photo with the old polaroid camera she had found in a junk shop. He grins and wrestles the camera from her and as she protest through her laughter snaps a photo of her. "You drive me crazy," she says and leans herself against him.
~~~
He tries to break her some nights, but she just pushes right back. He can't break what's already been broken for years. Sometimes it's more gentle than she could have ever imagined, whispered words that get lost in the air between them in abandoned houses that she knows they'd never have been able to live in.
She takes things from the houses, testaments to the lives that once lived there. She doesn't really know why and she's glad he never asks but as the weeks and months stretch on her notebook gets thicker and thicker with the lost.
~~~
There's no point to dates. But she knows as the days get shorter and the air cooler they're heading into fall. And as the first flakes fall from the sky, he laughs and catches a few on his tongue and she begs him to take her south to escape it all.
At night she curls herself to his side and he runs hands through her hair, they smell like the ocean and sunshine and her shoulders are red with sunburn. She laces her fingers through his hand and smiles up at him. "We'll find the cure," she starts and presses a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat, "to all our bad deeds."
~~~
The cracks of the world tear at them, things aren't right but neither knows how to put a finger on it. The sense of waiting almost kills them, but they both somehow know it could be worse. They don't dream, they don't sleep. They just drive, endless abandoned highways stretching out for impossible lengths.
She flips through her notebook and all the photos are of a little girl with bright blond hair and green eyes. She traces the line of her grin with a sad smile and he slips a hand through hers. "We'll find the cure," he repeats.
~~~
In the end there's the shadow of wings and a soft voice. They don't understand the words at first but he tells them they will. He tells them it's time to go home. He tells them that there are people waiting for them and in that instant all the names that lingered on their lips come to the surface.
The landscape shifts and they run their hands over the tall summer grass, smell the air that tickles at their noses. She hears a familiar laugh, carefree and with an abandoned joy that only children can know, and it almost brings her to her knees. He steadies her and whispers against her hair, burying his face in the strands, "and maybe we will be redeemed."
She slips her hand through his once more and they walk towards the sound. "We will be redeemed," she echos. It was time to go home.
.
Characters: Dean/Jo
Rating: Mature
Notes: Fic based on the song Bonnie and Clyde II by the wonderful artist Martina Sorbara (www.youtube.com/watch). All dialogue is taken directly from the lyrics.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters belong to Kripke etc and the dialogue belongs to Martina Sorbara.
She hunted alone because if it was good enough for her Daddy then it's damn well good enough for her. Besides she didn't have a younger brother to look after or an older one to idolize (not that it did them any good, in the end). But then everything burns and she finds herself with him and he smiles at her, a crooked grin, and the rest all falls into place. "Let me take you for a ride."
She slips her slender hand into his and gives a crooked grin back. "I'll be Bonnie and you'll be Clyde."
He presses the softest of kisses to the corner of her mouth and tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's see if we can get ourselves killed, before we die."
~~~
She has a hand out the window, fingers splayed against the wind that ran through them, the sleek curve of the Impala the only car on the stretch of highway. He watches her lay her head on the frame of the window, hair whipping around her face. She still hasn't asked him where they're going and he still doesn't have an answer if she did.
He pulls her to him and and she grins. "Like it was armed robbery," she says and he kisses her fiercely, ignoring the road in front of them.
~~~
They don't remember before. There was just fire and then there was this. So they drive, because it was easier than questioning. They lay down in the houses of strangers at night and wonder if it's better that they don't remember.
~~~
She all but runs out of the store, a grin plastered on her face with such momentary carefree joy that it almost takes his breath away. He catches her as she jumps up reaching him, legs hooking around his back and her lips pressed to his. He laughs and she can feel it rumble in his chest. She pulls away slightly and all he can see is the sun behind her, dancing in her blond hair and everything is bright and warm and for that moment perfect. He almost lets himself think that this could be heaven, safe and warm and for the moment outshines the fire and brimstone that he carries with him everywhere. Blinded by the light he grins at her. "What?" he asks to her sudden amusement.
She manages to reach into her back pocket and pulls out a zippo lighter, the AC/DC logo engraved on one side. "I stole you something pretty," she says with a grin and claims his lips again with hers.
He walks with her wrapped around him like that to the car, trying his damnedest not to let go of the moment. "Well aren't I lucky," he replies and lays her down across the backseat and trails kisses down her neck as he mumbles against her skin, "I've gone and found myself a crooked lady."
~~~
She sometimes thinks there used to be someone else. A lot of someone elses really. She can hear voices that she knows aren't there but that run through her mind like a song she once knew but can't remember. He watches try to form the names they'd both long since lost and feels like a part of him is missing. A part of them is missing. At night he hears laughter and can smell fresh cut grass.
~~~
They pass under a freeway overpass and she tilts her head up to look at the cement structure, snapping a photo with the old polaroid camera she had found in a junk shop. He grins and wrestles the camera from her and as she protest through her laughter snaps a photo of her. "You drive me crazy," she says and leans herself against him.
~~~
He tries to break her some nights, but she just pushes right back. He can't break what's already been broken for years. Sometimes it's more gentle than she could have ever imagined, whispered words that get lost in the air between them in abandoned houses that she knows they'd never have been able to live in.
She takes things from the houses, testaments to the lives that once lived there. She doesn't really know why and she's glad he never asks but as the weeks and months stretch on her notebook gets thicker and thicker with the lost.
~~~
There's no point to dates. But she knows as the days get shorter and the air cooler they're heading into fall. And as the first flakes fall from the sky, he laughs and catches a few on his tongue and she begs him to take her south to escape it all.
At night she curls herself to his side and he runs hands through her hair, they smell like the ocean and sunshine and her shoulders are red with sunburn. She laces her fingers through his hand and smiles up at him. "We'll find the cure," she starts and presses a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat, "to all our bad deeds."
~~~
The cracks of the world tear at them, things aren't right but neither knows how to put a finger on it. The sense of waiting almost kills them, but they both somehow know it could be worse. They don't dream, they don't sleep. They just drive, endless abandoned highways stretching out for impossible lengths.
She flips through her notebook and all the photos are of a little girl with bright blond hair and green eyes. She traces the line of her grin with a sad smile and he slips a hand through hers. "We'll find the cure," he repeats.
~~~
In the end there's the shadow of wings and a soft voice. They don't understand the words at first but he tells them they will. He tells them it's time to go home. He tells them that there are people waiting for them and in that instant all the names that lingered on their lips come to the surface.
The landscape shifts and they run their hands over the tall summer grass, smell the air that tickles at their noses. She hears a familiar laugh, carefree and with an abandoned joy that only children can know, and it almost brings her to her knees. He steadies her and whispers against her hair, burying his face in the strands, "and maybe we will be redeemed."
She slips her hand through his once more and they walk towards the sound. "We will be redeemed," she echos. It was time to go home.
.