To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before Sam/Dean & J2 Comment-fic Meme
I think it's about time to do start this up again. How about this round let's have some commentfic and art about Uranus SPACE.
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Sam continues, "Do you really think we'd have made it this far without the goodwill I bring? Do you know how many mayors and magistrates have turned their backs on suspicion in favour of-"
"- Turning your ass to them?" Dean spits it out, Sam shrugs it off.
"You think Cas and Anna would still be with us, and alive, and us free, without me?"
"Nope," says Dean, careless and like it doesn't matter a fig, though he's awful fond of that crazy pair these days. "Gotta admit, you're handy bait."
By the time the tea is done, Dean's feeling mellow. Horny, too, and weeks off dealing with that, given the state of his coffers just now. So he takes to speculating, something he's done often since Sam took off and the white-hot rage subsided. "Sammy, when you were training-"
Sam looks up from cleaning his tea kit, big hands still cradling a small piece of porcelain, pale green and fragile against roughened skin. Dean never talks about that time, and surprise is large-writ across the kid's face.
"Yeah," Sam breathes, light questioning tone. "What do you want to know?"
Dean swallows. He wants, but doesn't want. Wants to break the silence that's been splitting them ever since Sam came back, all their angry exchanges notwithstanding. And, finally, he does.
"At the Academy, you ever tell them where you learned what you already learned? Who- Who had you first?"
Sam puts the drinking bowl down, perfectly in line with its pair, and the pot. Precision moves. There's maybe a flash of red on his cheekbones, just a line, a mark of memory that Dean shares.
Sam at 15, all hands and confused desire, tempting beyond sanity, legality and right. Sam at 17, looking backward with an inviting grin, wriggling down his naked spine in invitation. Sam at 18, tasting like come, his mouth on Dean's, while he's fucking down hard, someone's salt tears leaking between them in lieu of goodbye.
"Yes," says today-Sam, a talented whore who hasn't touched his brother in a decade. "They always enquire. It's important to unlearn habits, in the service of pleasing new clients."
Dean blinks hard, trying not to picture Sam telling them everything, all that private secrecy spread out for teachers to pick over. All that brotherliness that never should have been, and that keeps Dean awake nights still, though that Sam is long gone. Which is a good thing.
"Well," he manages, rusty-throated. "What did they say?" Dirty, scornful words, no doubt. Incest. Illegality. Freaks. He wonders how Sam stood it.
Sam folds the silken cloth, precise corner to precise corner, skilfully keeping the slippery fabric steady. Something else they taught him on Sihnon, no doubt. Dean struggles to picture Sam taking fabric-folding class, but the evidence is before him.
"They said," says Dean's little brother, mouth curling a little at one side in a way that could be amused or angry. "That, taking everything into consideration, you weren't so bad in bed as they'd have expected."
And, truth to tell, that's something Dean's awful glad to hear.
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But yay! Firefly is awesome, most especially for the largely unspoken stuff about the Sino-American cultural mix that underpins the verse. And having Sam be Inara (see icon)? So. Much. Fun. But it fits beautifully with college and all that canon backstory. So.
This one isn't going to be a mini verse, though. The other? Definitely taking you up on your art offer if some more ideas occur. I'm thinking a mini J2 series might be my Get It Done for this year.
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I don't know what I ever did to merit all these fantastic fills from you in this meme, but I can't tell you how much I appreciate them!! <3
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Thank you so much for the fill!
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