Sneak Peek
Okay, so I know I mentioned somewhere in my other profiles that this LJ would be for sneak peeks and posting...so far it's been all bitching and music. Now while music is wonderful, in fact it's life, sneak peeks are pretty damn sweet. So, sneak peek it is!
I'm having major writer's block lately, but I've had this little piece done for a while and I happen to kind of like it. Surprisingly. It's verrry short, but hopefully there will be some suggestions? Or love/hate?
I'm not sure where this is going, so...feel free to, well, suggest. :) I'll have a much more substantial sneak peek soon! maybe even tonight, lol.
Title: Knights Of The Island Counter
Series: None
Complete: No
Author: PoeticallyPathetic19
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 367
Rating: G (for now)
Warning: None.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Wish they were. Oh, how I wish. And my beautiful, beautiful beta Miss Cinnamon, did not have any hand in this quite yet. Any mistake, is all mine.
This is the song on which I based this fic. I'm in love with this song, have been since I've heard it, and find that I can relate to the absolute saddest degree.
Knights Of The Island Counter
Sam’s laughter dies down and warm, regretful, hazel eyes lift to Dean’s bright, moss green. “Things are never going to be like that again, are they?”
Dean snorts quietly, his smiling fading like the sun. “No, Sammy. Probably not.” There’s no use in lying about it, in deluding the younger brother he’s always loved and cared for to the best of his abilities. To lie to him now would be beneath them.
“Yeah,” he answers sadly. “That’s what I thought.”
Dean clears his throat and lifts the beer back to his lips. It was so easy to fall into that rhythm of Sam and Dean, that he’d almost forgotten how easy it was to fall out of it. It had happened five years earlier, what was it that made him think twenty minutes and a few beers could mend burned bridges?
“It wasn’t all you,” Dean says, setting his beer back down. He doesn’t know why he’s telling Sam this; doesn’t think it really makes a difference because one way or another they’ve fallen apart. No matter who was to blame. “I should have told you it was okay to have a life. I should have encouraged you to go to Stanford, to do what you needed.” Dean shrugs and swallows hard against the lump in his throat. “I was being selfish, man. But it was damn hard to let you go.”
Sam’s eyes well with unshed tears, nostrils flaring and his jaw trembling. His eyes are wide and puppy dog like, and they make the lump in Dean’s throat grow ten times larger.
“Dean,” he breathes, shakily as a tear slides down his cheek.
Dean tightens his hands into fists and denies himself the simple brush of fingers across Sam’s cheek. “I just thought you should know that.”
Sam wipes the tears from his face quickly, smiling like nothing’s happened. “I wish Dad felt that way, too.” It’s too much for him to deal with, for either of them now, so Sam’s dealing with things as best he can.
“He does,” Dean assures him, feeling a little steadier now that they’re on Dad’s feelings and not his own. “He’s just stubborn. We all are.”
Ay preguntas? :) Suggestions? Comments? Feel free! <3
I'm having major writer's block lately, but I've had this little piece done for a while and I happen to kind of like it. Surprisingly. It's verrry short, but hopefully there will be some suggestions? Or love/hate?
I'm not sure where this is going, so...feel free to, well, suggest. :) I'll have a much more substantial sneak peek soon! maybe even tonight, lol.
Title: Knights Of The Island Counter
Series: None
Complete: No
Author: PoeticallyPathetic19
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 367
Rating: G (for now)
Warning: None.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Wish they were. Oh, how I wish. And my beautiful, beautiful beta Miss Cinnamon, did not have any hand in this quite yet. Any mistake, is all mine.
This is the song on which I based this fic. I'm in love with this song, have been since I've heard it, and find that I can relate to the absolute saddest degree.
Knights Of The Island Counter
Sam’s laughter dies down and warm, regretful, hazel eyes lift to Dean’s bright, moss green. “Things are never going to be like that again, are they?”
Dean snorts quietly, his smiling fading like the sun. “No, Sammy. Probably not.” There’s no use in lying about it, in deluding the younger brother he’s always loved and cared for to the best of his abilities. To lie to him now would be beneath them.
“Yeah,” he answers sadly. “That’s what I thought.”
Dean clears his throat and lifts the beer back to his lips. It was so easy to fall into that rhythm of Sam and Dean, that he’d almost forgotten how easy it was to fall out of it. It had happened five years earlier, what was it that made him think twenty minutes and a few beers could mend burned bridges?
“It wasn’t all you,” Dean says, setting his beer back down. He doesn’t know why he’s telling Sam this; doesn’t think it really makes a difference because one way or another they’ve fallen apart. No matter who was to blame. “I should have told you it was okay to have a life. I should have encouraged you to go to Stanford, to do what you needed.” Dean shrugs and swallows hard against the lump in his throat. “I was being selfish, man. But it was damn hard to let you go.”
Sam’s eyes well with unshed tears, nostrils flaring and his jaw trembling. His eyes are wide and puppy dog like, and they make the lump in Dean’s throat grow ten times larger.
“Dean,” he breathes, shakily as a tear slides down his cheek.
Dean tightens his hands into fists and denies himself the simple brush of fingers across Sam’s cheek. “I just thought you should know that.”
Sam wipes the tears from his face quickly, smiling like nothing’s happened. “I wish Dad felt that way, too.” It’s too much for him to deal with, for either of them now, so Sam’s dealing with things as best he can.
“He does,” Dean assures him, feeling a little steadier now that they’re on Dad’s feelings and not his own. “He’s just stubborn. We all are.”
Ay preguntas? :) Suggestions? Comments? Feel free! <3