SPN fic: Verbal, part I

[big_pink]

Hell, two posts in one day? I'm freakin' spammin' y'all. But here you go...fic. In two parts.

Title: Verbal

Rating: G-13 for language and mature situations. Gen-like, with a twist. That’s your warning.
Summary: Dean spills his guts. Sam is amused, then appalled. Oneshot, complete.

Thanks to the marvelous and amazing betas. Lemmypie mainlined

Comments

[a2zmom]

1. Happy Birthday!

2. I love this, it's both funny and awful at the same time. Comparing Sam's hair to My Little Pony is sickly brilliant. (Actually, his hair makes me think that in his spare time, he must be a skateboarder. Because all those boys have the same shaggy do.)

One minor point - Trust Dean to be running out of down-market Nevada bars in which to ply his stick.

The joke doesn't completely work, because the word (and expression) is actually ply his shtik. It's Yiddish and means routine. Although, I would be completely surprised if Waspy Sam had it wrong, since I don't know how well known it is outside of NYC.

[big_pink]

Not really a minor point, but it's one that's got me in STITCHES. Here's why: I realize, after you typed it that of course I was thinking shtik. But up here, in Canada, we talk about 'stick' a lot, especially during playoff season. So here I am, my mind totally going a mile a minute with Go Sens Go and so of course I'm thinking 'stick'. He's a 'stick man', he's 'stick handling', he's using his stick, right?

Dear god. My Canadian is showing again. Or just the fact that I live in a hockey mad town.

Honestly, I think it's so funny looking at it, it might take me a day or two to change it.

[a2zmom]

AH! So, a Canadian mental thing going on. I have to admit, I don't watch hockey at all. Well, not completely true - for a couple of years, Doodle (my younger one) used to play defense in a roller hockey league. Until he realized, all he cared about was the actual skating and started doing extreme skating instead. Now he spends his time jumping off ramps and twisting in the air and various other dangerous pursuits. And yes, he has a shaggy skater do.

[faithintheboys]

*Flail*

Another fic! Yay! I love your characterization and I love the idea to this. Awesome job.

[big_pink]

Glad to deliver the goods. This one's been burning a hole in my back pocket for a while.

[anonymous]

Oh, man, this is terrific. I absolutely love it. Inspired way to make Dean suffer.

[big_pink]

Oh, Dean suffers while the rest of us...burn? Do we burn? Why, yes, I believe we do.

[windyfontaine]

Three posts in one day! (thud) In honor of your birthday, I'm reading this immediately :) And man, this is inspired. And so sad, and so funny. How do you do it? And I bet Dean had alternative lyrics in his head to the songs for a long time. (Why I picked that as standing out I have no idea, no wait I do, I was in love this book called " Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy-and other misheard lyrics" which have instances of people thinking funny things were sung when actually it was the opposite-ok shutting up now) And well, so much to love...but I want to read the rest so thanks for sharing your birthday present to us!

[big_pink]

I know, it's ridiculous. All those readers in the Pit are going to have to wait, too, because pernicious fanbot is not allowing me in. Oh well. Our little secret for now, eh?

[quellefromage]

Man, your birthday, and we get the presents. I lie this system. It's fun. So, here you are again, bringing th funny...Dean sounded like he’d had his shower at Starbucks and kept his mouth open in the spray.

“Why the fuck don’t you get your hair cut, man? Cause you’re looking like My Little Pony. Why don’t we dye it pink and let the kindergarten girls go wild on your ass?

and then, your bring this...

Sam followed him across the parking lot, still laughing at his non-stop brother, sun too bright for this time of day, but thin and insubstantial, like fine crystal, somehow dangerous for all that. Light meshed with air, was like breathing some kind of vapor not of the normal plane of existence: harsh, pure, star fumes.

I've been out that way, and this...is the best description of that crystalline air out west that I've ever seen. It's just freakin' perfect.

And then you bring the angst...you bastard...*g*

“Fuck, he’d find this a particular kind of hell, wouldn’t he? Can you imagine him sitting here, listening to me go on?” Dean

[big_pink]

*glows like uranium*

The mountains scare me. I'm such a coast girl and the light there is so different, so soft and layered. Up top, it's like everything's been stripped away, is pure. Which is where the silver comes into it.

*twirls moustache*

Yes, I AM evil. Take that to the bank, you.