I am not a bad man
I'm so so sorry, guys, for being around so little, and there's awesome stuff to read and the sheer excitement of BOYS tonight, and wow, I actually am loving this season, a few rubbishy episodes aside.
I saw lazy_daze on the weekend and her Big Bang makes me want to melt and I only heard the basics of it. If she even speaks of thinking of not signing up to take part this year, you're to inform me so I can properly beg/bully/blackmail her. ♥
Other news of note, I've made a switch in my icons to male models, though I fear that eventually I will end up with 100 or so icons of nobody but Boyd Holbrook.
archon_mentha wrote me a Dean-centric Hell!ficlet, here. It's very very dark and it has warnings for implied non-con. Her horror is what I wish mine could be. *fangirls*
Lastly, I kind of picked up on with The day before Hell again, and so here is a very very small ficlet that really does require you to have read the other parts first and the accompanying warnings.
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When Ben wakes, he's standing in the middle of the diner. He can smell coffee and the radio's playing and Sam's nowhere to be seen. He stands there and becomes aware of his body and its aches and the clear light-headed sensation of being conscious again. Warily, he glances around, but there's no sign of Sam at all.
There's only a redheaded girl wearing skin-tight jeans and ropes of cheap necklaces. She picks idly at the fries on the plate in front of her.
"He wants you to go," she says. "You've got safe passage outta the state, of course. If you go north you should avoid most of the fighting."
Ben stares at her.
…I missed you, missed you so much, God, help me, Dean, you gotta help me…
He remembers Sam's breath on the back of his neck, but it's cold, just like how Sam touched him. He's still cold and he's feverish and he thinks he might vomit. The room spins and Ben staggers forward so he can steady himself on the edge of one of the tables.
The girl just goes on watching him.
"Your car'll work again now," she says once Ben's got himself together a little. "You can take whatever supplies you can find. But you gotta leave now. He wants you to go."
Ben nods blankly and tries to think practically and figure out what he needs and what he should take and… He tries to forget what Sam did. His legs wobble slightly when he walks and there's a nagging soreness low down that he ignores. But he's okay. He's got through worse than - don't think about it, don't think about what happened, don't think about what he did - this.
He walks to the door and goes outside. It's hot and dry and the sky is that same stretch of heavy chaos overhead. Ben walks to his car - doesn't look at the Impala, it doesn't exist, don't think about it - and climbs in. He sits behind the wheel and looks at his keys already neatly slotted in to the ignition.
The bell over the diner door rattles distantly and Ben's heart beats louder and faster in his chest. He fumbles clumsily to start the car, to get away - but it's only the girl. She glances back towards the diner as she strides towards Ben. She props herself up on the door and leans in the open window.
"Friendly word of advice," she says. "You want Sam to stay away from you, you stay away from angels. The angels come for you and you run, 'cause nothing's gonna bring Sam down on you faster than that."
Ben nods, doesn't speak because terror won't let him. She steps back and for a moment, even though Ben knows what she is, she looks sorry for him. It makes him think that this horrible horrible feeling inside of him is nowhere near as horrible as it should be. If he were thinking clearly, her expression says, he'd have the muzzle of his gun in his mouth right now.
She waves him off and Ben turns the keys in the ignition.
He drives. Away from the diner, out of Kansas. He drives and pretends it means he's leaving Sam behind.
I saw lazy_daze on the weekend and her Big Bang makes me want to melt and I only heard the basics of it. If she even speaks of thinking of not signing up to take part this year, you're to inform me so I can properly beg/bully/blackmail her. ♥
Other news of note, I've made a switch in my icons to male models, though I fear that eventually I will end up with 100 or so icons of nobody but Boyd Holbrook.
archon_mentha wrote me a Dean-centric Hell!ficlet, here. It's very very dark and it has warnings for implied non-con. Her horror is what I wish mine could be. *fangirls*
Lastly, I kind of picked up on with The day before Hell again, and so here is a very very small ficlet that really does require you to have read the other parts first and the accompanying warnings.
:::
When Ben wakes, he's standing in the middle of the diner. He can smell coffee and the radio's playing and Sam's nowhere to be seen. He stands there and becomes aware of his body and its aches and the clear light-headed sensation of being conscious again. Warily, he glances around, but there's no sign of Sam at all.
There's only a redheaded girl wearing skin-tight jeans and ropes of cheap necklaces. She picks idly at the fries on the plate in front of her.
"He wants you to go," she says. "You've got safe passage outta the state, of course. If you go north you should avoid most of the fighting."
Ben stares at her.
…I missed you, missed you so much, God, help me, Dean, you gotta help me…
He remembers Sam's breath on the back of his neck, but it's cold, just like how Sam touched him. He's still cold and he's feverish and he thinks he might vomit. The room spins and Ben staggers forward so he can steady himself on the edge of one of the tables.
The girl just goes on watching him.
"Your car'll work again now," she says once Ben's got himself together a little. "You can take whatever supplies you can find. But you gotta leave now. He wants you to go."
Ben nods blankly and tries to think practically and figure out what he needs and what he should take and… He tries to forget what Sam did. His legs wobble slightly when he walks and there's a nagging soreness low down that he ignores. But he's okay. He's got through worse than - don't think about it, don't think about what happened, don't think about what he did - this.
He walks to the door and goes outside. It's hot and dry and the sky is that same stretch of heavy chaos overhead. Ben walks to his car - doesn't look at the Impala, it doesn't exist, don't think about it - and climbs in. He sits behind the wheel and looks at his keys already neatly slotted in to the ignition.
The bell over the diner door rattles distantly and Ben's heart beats louder and faster in his chest. He fumbles clumsily to start the car, to get away - but it's only the girl. She glances back towards the diner as she strides towards Ben. She props herself up on the door and leans in the open window.
"Friendly word of advice," she says. "You want Sam to stay away from you, you stay away from angels. The angels come for you and you run, 'cause nothing's gonna bring Sam down on you faster than that."
Ben nods, doesn't speak because terror won't let him. She steps back and for a moment, even though Ben knows what she is, she looks sorry for him. It makes him think that this horrible horrible feeling inside of him is nowhere near as horrible as it should be. If he were thinking clearly, her expression says, he'd have the muzzle of his gun in his mouth right now.
She waves him off and Ben turns the keys in the ignition.
He drives. Away from the diner, out of Kansas. He drives and pretends it means he's leaving Sam behind.