Short!fic - Actual
Title: Actual
Author: Ry (curseangel / dreamsforlease)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dark themes. Season four spoilers. Second-person POV.
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, unnamed second party.
Summary: This is, without a doubt, the worst idea that you've ever had. Season four AU. Dean takes things into his own hands, and...
This is, without a doubt, the worst idea that you've ever had.
Okay, maybe not; the shit you pulled last summer probably beats it out by at least a little bit. You're pretty sure Sam's still pissed at you for that, which is probably fair, considering that you weren't doing a whole lot other than, apparently, trying to get your sorry ass killed. That was pretty damn stupid. Just in case you haven't figured that out yet.
But yeah, Sam's gonna kill you himself for this stunt. Chances are he'd be justified, too. Provided he finds out about this, and you're trying real damn hard not to let him, but come on, when's the last time you actually kept a secret from that kid? Yeah, that's what I thought.
You suck at this. Are you even paying attention? Your lines are crooked, and it's pretty obvious how fucking freaked you are. You know it'll pick up on it if you're scared, right?
Seriously, you know even Alistair was nothing to this bitch. You really want to-- okay, fine. Don't tell me I didn't try to warn you.
Gonna get your ass killed again, boy. You're just itching to be Hell's bitch again, huh? You miss the rack or something? I know you're a masochist, but Jesus Christ, kid. A sense of self-preservation would go a hell of a long way here, you know what I'm saying?
Hey, you're the one who asked for my help. Don't ask a psychic if you don't want a little psychic insight. And yeah, like hell I'm leaving you on your own with her. Somebody's gotta bring the body back to Sam.
I am so taking the car if you die here. Don't even argue. You're the one supposed to be staying alive for him. You really think he doesn't need you as much as you need him, maybe more?
Fine. I'll shut up so you can get on with it. Good luck summoning Lilith, Dean.
You scored a goal. She was here the whole time.
Author: Ry (curseangel / dreamsforlease)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dark themes. Season four spoilers. Second-person POV.
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, unnamed second party.
Summary: This is, without a doubt, the worst idea that you've ever had. Season four AU. Dean takes things into his own hands, and...
This is, without a doubt, the worst idea that you've ever had.
Okay, maybe not; the shit you pulled last summer probably beats it out by at least a little bit. You're pretty sure Sam's still pissed at you for that, which is probably fair, considering that you weren't doing a whole lot other than, apparently, trying to get your sorry ass killed. That was pretty damn stupid. Just in case you haven't figured that out yet.
But yeah, Sam's gonna kill you himself for this stunt. Chances are he'd be justified, too. Provided he finds out about this, and you're trying real damn hard not to let him, but come on, when's the last time you actually kept a secret from that kid? Yeah, that's what I thought.
You suck at this. Are you even paying attention? Your lines are crooked, and it's pretty obvious how fucking freaked you are. You know it'll pick up on it if you're scared, right?
Seriously, you know even Alistair was nothing to this bitch. You really want to-- okay, fine. Don't tell me I didn't try to warn you.
Gonna get your ass killed again, boy. You're just itching to be Hell's bitch again, huh? You miss the rack or something? I know you're a masochist, but Jesus Christ, kid. A sense of self-preservation would go a hell of a long way here, you know what I'm saying?
Hey, you're the one who asked for my help. Don't ask a psychic if you don't want a little psychic insight. And yeah, like hell I'm leaving you on your own with her. Somebody's gotta bring the body back to Sam.
I am so taking the car if you die here. Don't even argue. You're the one supposed to be staying alive for him. You really think he doesn't need you as much as you need him, maybe more?
Fine. I'll shut up so you can get on with it. Good luck summoning Lilith, Dean.
You scored a goal. She was here the whole time.