So, this is for
lavinialavender, because I told her that for her 22nd birthday pressie from me, she could give me a prompt and I would do my best to write it. Last night, she gave me this: "Teenchesters! ... Sam and John get into another fight, but afterward Sam's pissed at Dean because he didn't help Sam out ... But Dean manages to convey an apology without
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I love it.
And I love how you write, the poetry you constantly weave in your narration. I linger over each section, re-reading paragraphs before I drag myself on, because I want to appreciate everything and don't want to reach the end.
And yeah, you know exactly what I want. The ending scene, along with the one just outside the bathroom, eeeeeeee. (And the beginning of that - I love the slight hint of MoD in this.)
Favorite passages!
And fine, whatever, Dean's changed diapers, sang lullabies and cleaned up puke at two in the morning. So when he bends down, presses dry lips to the side of Sam's head, above his temple, hair tickling face and mouth, he tells himself he's allowed. He's built up credit.
But Sam reaches back, holds on to him, lets the moment hang there, and Dean realizes that it doesn't really matter, Sam's not holding it against him or using it against him.
They stay like that, internal clock counting down the seconds, and Dean closes his eyes, blocks everything but Sam out.
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He's leaning over his brother in the dark, seeing nothing but thin strips of skin highlighted by the last of the light. Eyes and mouth blacked out, empty, and Dean reassures himself with a flick of a fingernail along Sam's cheek. Real, this is real, and he almost laughs too.
*
He angles an arm up, so he can ruffle Sam's hair. Long, thick strands against his fingers, the rough scrape of scalp and nails. Sam's own hands come up, and Dean thinks his brother's going to knock him away; growl and snap about not being a baby, Dean, christ, but he feels fingers circle his wrist, warm and a little calloused, resting against his pulse. Staying there.
"Yeah, Sam," he says, "just you and me."
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And I'm appalled, gah, that it somehow slipped my flist radar all today. Unacceptable. Thanks for linking me to it!
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And how could I not write you whatever you asked, anyway? YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL WAY WITH COMPLIMENTS, I LOVE IT SO ;DDDDDD
I'm just still so thrilled you liked it! <3
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Second, I'm kinda mortified at how predictable I am. Although I guess I shouldn't be too ashamed, because we have interacted a good bit, fic-wise, back and forth. And yes, the boys (especially Teenchesters) being physically affectionate and stuff is my bulletproof kink, and how can I miss an opportunity for someone who I know writes it so well and IC...to do it again? :P
Third, I've had the above comment memorized since lunchtime so I could share it with you.
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(also check out my spiffy new SPN icon. BOBBY AND THE BOYS!)
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Hmm, I should probably have a Bobby icon.
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Anyway, thanks for the rec!
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