2 Ficlets (Supernatural and Real Person Fic - CW): Rarefied Love Drabbles
I blame ordinaryink and Josh Ritter for this whole idea. He wrote a beautiful song about a couple that falls in love in a missile silo which I will one day write a big bang about. Anyway, in the introduction to said song, he once said he wanted to write about love in a rarefied environment, "like a greenhouse, or, uh, an elevator, or something like an aquarium" and Tracey, the big bully, was like, "YOU SHOULD WRITE A SERIES OF FICLETS ABOUT THAT." And I was like, "No! :D!" But then I wanted art from her so I started using it to bribe her. And today she is having a bad day, so I am finally posting the last one for her, along with the others in case anyone cares. XD
Title: The Greenhouse Effect
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13 for Mild Sexuality
Word Count: 614
Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in a Greenhouse. Guess how it ends!
Dean is not usually a scapegoat kind of guy. He fucks up, sure, maybe even fucks up a lot, but he takes responsibility for his actions, sometimes for Sam's actions, too.
And if he were to be honest with himself, this has been a long time coming. It's been months, hell, maybe a year, maybe longer than that, since Dean looked at Sam and thought brother and didn't think anything else.
But, no. He can't be honest with himself, not about this, and he needs a scapegoat.
Maybe it's the heat filtering in through the glass making him crazy. Sam had to do a presentation on Venus once in fifth grade and Dean helped him with it, learned all about how these temperature traps work: sun rays in, nothing getting out-not Dean or Sam and not the sweltering, thick fog around them, either. So, it could just be the heat.
Or maybe the plants are doing it. He's read plenty of DC comics about plants that dust people with pollen, make them need to touch the first person they see. Sam's the only other person here, so maybe it's just the pollen.
Boredom. It could be sheer fucking boredom, because they've been trapped in here for almost two days now, and Sam may get a hard on for poking plants and staring at cells through microscopes, but not Dean. That's not Dean's idea of fun, so he needs something else to get excited over.
The long fingers threading through the vines across the aisle from him? It's not that. Not the bead of sweat crawling down his brother's neck, or the stupid, enthusiastic grin Sam throws at him every time he thinks he's figured out the next step in the puzzle. Because Dean doesn't notice those things, can't notice those things.
"I think I found the key," Sam says, pulling metal out of long tendrils. The plant fights with him, doesn't let it go easily, which should have been expected. If this were supposed to be an effortless escape, they would have figured it out 32 hours ago. "Help me get it."
Dean hesitates, but the plant starts getting violent, pulling too hard and if it manages to get Sam closer, if Sam slips and cuts himself and gets poisoned by this stupid thing, he'll be dead in five minutes, like all of the other idiots who've died in here. Dean really has no choice.
He wraps his arms around Sam's and grabs on to the key and tugs with all he has, until Sam tumbles back and they land on the floor, key tight in Dean's grasp. Sam's laughing on top of him, moving to sit up but he stops, and shit. Shit.
Dean is busted, there's no way Sam can't feel what he's doing to him, no way his wide eyes mean anything except that Sam knows what Dean's thinking about. Sam was never supposed to know.
He swallows hard, stays flat on his back and waits for Sam to react.
"Dean," he finally says, same fascinated look he'd had when he'd figured out how they can square away this job once they get out. Dean doesn’t really like being understood as easily as some nasty hunt, doesn't like that Sam's as scared of him as he was of this monster fern and, worse yet, he's right to be scared. Dean wants awful things.
He says nothing, looks away.
Sam moves off of him but doesn't stand. Just stays sitting next to him, probably staring in horror. And Dean can't make it go away.
"It's too hot," he finally grumbles.
"Too hot," Sam echoes. And Dean feels lips brushing his neck.
Title: In the Twilight Zone
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 433
Summary: Non-AU: Jared and Jensen are stuck in an elevator and probably gay for each other.
"I just don't like enclosed spaces," Jensen says, breathing deeply and pacing.
Jared is lying against the back left corner of the elevator, tracking his movements, and trying to keep his laughter in. "Yes, Jensen, you've mentioned that."
Jensen turns to look at him, his face slightly hysterical. "What if the wires snap while we're in here? What if we plunge to our deaths and haunt the elevator for the rest of eternity? Haven't you ever been on The Tower of Terror?"
Jared snickers, letting his face rest against the mirror wall next to his face. "Sam and Dean will come put us to rest."
"Oh, yeah, that's really reassuring," says Jensen with an annoyed arm movement.
Jared reaches out. "Would you sit down and calm a little? You're making me nervous. And you're only making it hotter in here, and at the rate you're sucking up oxygen, we'll suffocate before we even get a chance to plummet to our deaths."
Jensen makes a sound dangerously close to a whimper. "You still haven't done the 'reassuring friend assures me we're not going to fall to our deaths' part, Jay."
Jared laughs, catches hold of Jensen's foot, and pulls him closer before he has a chance to walk out of reach. "C'mere," he says.
Jensen hesitates for a few seconds, then gives in and sits. Jared moves so that his back is to the corner and there's space for Jensen to recline into him on the elevator floor. He brushes his lips on the crown of Jensen's hair and whispers, "We're not going to die, Jen."
Of course, Jensen puts up a fight. "You don't know that. We totally could."
"But we're not going to, okay? Just calm the hell down."
Jensen nods slowly in Jared's arm, and Jared squeezes tighter. "Hey, at least we can nap, right? On the clock and everything."
Jensen snickers. "Don't get too comfortable," he says. "It can't take that long to fix an elevator…right?"
"Jen?"
"Yeah?"
"Think of how long it takes to fix a light bulb on set."
"Uh huh," Jensen says grumpily.
"Now consider this: there are several light bulbs inside the elevator. On top of all the other parts of it."
Jensen groans. "I hate you."
Jared grins behind him. "But on the plus side, no electricity means the cameras aren't working, right? They can't see what we do in here."
"Hmm," Jensen agrees as Jared smoothes a hand down his side.
"We could get all kinds of comfortable," Jared says darkly.
"Shh," Jensen replies, leaning farther back into Jared. "No talking during nap time."
To read a longer J2 AU in this series, GO HERE. :D
Title: The Greenhouse Effect
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13 for Mild Sexuality
Word Count: 614
Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in a Greenhouse. Guess how it ends!
Dean is not usually a scapegoat kind of guy. He fucks up, sure, maybe even fucks up a lot, but he takes responsibility for his actions, sometimes for Sam's actions, too.
And if he were to be honest with himself, this has been a long time coming. It's been months, hell, maybe a year, maybe longer than that, since Dean looked at Sam and thought brother and didn't think anything else.
But, no. He can't be honest with himself, not about this, and he needs a scapegoat.
Maybe it's the heat filtering in through the glass making him crazy. Sam had to do a presentation on Venus once in fifth grade and Dean helped him with it, learned all about how these temperature traps work: sun rays in, nothing getting out-not Dean or Sam and not the sweltering, thick fog around them, either. So, it could just be the heat.
Or maybe the plants are doing it. He's read plenty of DC comics about plants that dust people with pollen, make them need to touch the first person they see. Sam's the only other person here, so maybe it's just the pollen.
Boredom. It could be sheer fucking boredom, because they've been trapped in here for almost two days now, and Sam may get a hard on for poking plants and staring at cells through microscopes, but not Dean. That's not Dean's idea of fun, so he needs something else to get excited over.
The long fingers threading through the vines across the aisle from him? It's not that. Not the bead of sweat crawling down his brother's neck, or the stupid, enthusiastic grin Sam throws at him every time he thinks he's figured out the next step in the puzzle. Because Dean doesn't notice those things, can't notice those things.
"I think I found the key," Sam says, pulling metal out of long tendrils. The plant fights with him, doesn't let it go easily, which should have been expected. If this were supposed to be an effortless escape, they would have figured it out 32 hours ago. "Help me get it."
Dean hesitates, but the plant starts getting violent, pulling too hard and if it manages to get Sam closer, if Sam slips and cuts himself and gets poisoned by this stupid thing, he'll be dead in five minutes, like all of the other idiots who've died in here. Dean really has no choice.
He wraps his arms around Sam's and grabs on to the key and tugs with all he has, until Sam tumbles back and they land on the floor, key tight in Dean's grasp. Sam's laughing on top of him, moving to sit up but he stops, and shit. Shit.
Dean is busted, there's no way Sam can't feel what he's doing to him, no way his wide eyes mean anything except that Sam knows what Dean's thinking about. Sam was never supposed to know.
He swallows hard, stays flat on his back and waits for Sam to react.
"Dean," he finally says, same fascinated look he'd had when he'd figured out how they can square away this job once they get out. Dean doesn’t really like being understood as easily as some nasty hunt, doesn't like that Sam's as scared of him as he was of this monster fern and, worse yet, he's right to be scared. Dean wants awful things.
He says nothing, looks away.
Sam moves off of him but doesn't stand. Just stays sitting next to him, probably staring in horror. And Dean can't make it go away.
"It's too hot," he finally grumbles.
"Too hot," Sam echoes. And Dean feels lips brushing his neck.
Title: In the Twilight Zone
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 433
Summary: Non-AU: Jared and Jensen are stuck in an elevator and probably gay for each other.
"I just don't like enclosed spaces," Jensen says, breathing deeply and pacing.
Jared is lying against the back left corner of the elevator, tracking his movements, and trying to keep his laughter in. "Yes, Jensen, you've mentioned that."
Jensen turns to look at him, his face slightly hysterical. "What if the wires snap while we're in here? What if we plunge to our deaths and haunt the elevator for the rest of eternity? Haven't you ever been on The Tower of Terror?"
Jared snickers, letting his face rest against the mirror wall next to his face. "Sam and Dean will come put us to rest."
"Oh, yeah, that's really reassuring," says Jensen with an annoyed arm movement.
Jared reaches out. "Would you sit down and calm a little? You're making me nervous. And you're only making it hotter in here, and at the rate you're sucking up oxygen, we'll suffocate before we even get a chance to plummet to our deaths."
Jensen makes a sound dangerously close to a whimper. "You still haven't done the 'reassuring friend assures me we're not going to fall to our deaths' part, Jay."
Jared laughs, catches hold of Jensen's foot, and pulls him closer before he has a chance to walk out of reach. "C'mere," he says.
Jensen hesitates for a few seconds, then gives in and sits. Jared moves so that his back is to the corner and there's space for Jensen to recline into him on the elevator floor. He brushes his lips on the crown of Jensen's hair and whispers, "We're not going to die, Jen."
Of course, Jensen puts up a fight. "You don't know that. We totally could."
"But we're not going to, okay? Just calm the hell down."
Jensen nods slowly in Jared's arm, and Jared squeezes tighter. "Hey, at least we can nap, right? On the clock and everything."
Jensen snickers. "Don't get too comfortable," he says. "It can't take that long to fix an elevator…right?"
"Jen?"
"Yeah?"
"Think of how long it takes to fix a light bulb on set."
"Uh huh," Jensen says grumpily.
"Now consider this: there are several light bulbs inside the elevator. On top of all the other parts of it."
Jensen groans. "I hate you."
Jared grins behind him. "But on the plus side, no electricity means the cameras aren't working, right? They can't see what we do in here."
"Hmm," Jensen agrees as Jared smoothes a hand down his side.
"We could get all kinds of comfortable," Jared says darkly.
"Shh," Jensen replies, leaning farther back into Jared. "No talking during nap time."
To read a longer J2 AU in this series, GO HERE. :D