Fic: Stubborn Bastards [Slash, R]
Title: Stubborn Bastards
Author: bluegemeyes
Beta: Unbeat’d, I wanted to get this up before I leave for vacation on the 21st!
Theme: 6. Ostinato (Italian: obstinate) indicates a part that repeats the same rhythm or melodic element~won’t move on, stubborn (for 18coda)
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 657
Rating: Uhm…I think this might qualify for an R rating
Warnings: Mentions of Wincest, some crude language, despair, angst…seems to be my new routine…the next fic will be lighter, promise!
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, there’d be much more smut. Notice the lack in the show. Not mine. :)
Summary/Comments: This wobbles drunkenly back and forth between canon and AU. Which will become evident quickly. XD For some reason, I’m really starting to like/becoming really good at writing character studies. I just really like to get inside their heads. I wrote it somewhat ambiguously because, apparently, I also like writing sucker-punch endings. Read on to find out what said ending is. I think you’ll be surprised.
Feedback makes my muse stick around, and it makes me happy!
He used to trust me, you know.
I used to be the one he told his secrets to. But now he’s pushing me away, and I wish to God I knew why.
I understand he’s going through a lot. Believe me, I do. But now, more than ever, we need to stick together as a family. Well, what we have left of our family, anyway.
Now…now it’s like we only communicate about our next job, or through grunting and moaning while we’re fucking. On the whole, I’d almost prefer silence to those empty sounds.
It’s like looking into the eyes of a corpse that doesn’t realize it’s dead yet. His eyes were once so full of life, now they’re flat and empty, like stones at the bottom of a creek. He never smiles anymore. It breaks my heart.
And on those increasingly rare occasions that he does want me, it’s like I’m just another hole to him. He could’ve been screwing the bartender from the last joint we went to. For all I know, inside his head…he was.
I don’t care that he’s my brother, that society calls it a taboo with a capital “T”. Perhaps it’s easier to give in to him because he’s my brother. If I can make him feel better, take his mind off of all the darkness in his life, even for a little while…isn’t it worth it? He’s already suffered so much.
I know it sounds like I’m complaining, but I promise I’m not. But the contrast between what is and what was is just so sharp, I can’t help but wish for what he used to be.
It’s been said by a lot of the people we’ve known and met, that we’re the most stubborn bastards they’ve ever met. They’ll get no arguments from me. But there’s a difference between "stubborn" and "too thick-skulled to listen to reason". And that works both ways. I’ll get my brother back, if I have to kill all the Legions of Hell to do it.
You know what they say: "No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it." For him, I will gladly be that fool. Hell, I’d be anything for him.
I’d die for him.
Don’t worry, Sammy. Your bull-headed brother won’t give up until there’s absolutely no hope left. And even then…well, we’ve done crazier things for less. Much less.
I love you, Sammy. And that’s what you do for the people you love. And before you object-no, there’s no hope of getting me to give up. Not until I’ve gotten you back. Not until you’re completely mine again.
Even though I’ve never said it, I always knew that you knew my soul was yours. I gave it up for you. I’d do it again without blinking.
Please don’t let my choice have been in vain.
Ending A/N: You wanna hear something kinda funny? While I was writing this, I was listening to the Hairspray soundtrack. One of the bounciest musical soundtracks ever. LOL! Hope you enjoyed, and I'd love to hear what y'all think!
Author: bluegemeyes
Beta: Unbeat’d, I wanted to get this up before I leave for vacation on the 21st!
Theme: 6. Ostinato (Italian: obstinate) indicates a part that repeats the same rhythm or melodic element~won’t move on, stubborn (for 18coda)
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 657
Rating: Uhm…I think this might qualify for an R rating
Warnings: Mentions of Wincest, some crude language, despair, angst…seems to be my new routine…the next fic will be lighter, promise!
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, there’d be much more smut. Notice the lack in the show. Not mine. :)
Summary/Comments: This wobbles drunkenly back and forth between canon and AU. Which will become evident quickly. XD For some reason, I’m really starting to like/becoming really good at writing character studies. I just really like to get inside their heads. I wrote it somewhat ambiguously because, apparently, I also like writing sucker-punch endings. Read on to find out what said ending is. I think you’ll be surprised.
Feedback makes my muse stick around, and it makes me happy!
He used to trust me, you know.
I used to be the one he told his secrets to. But now he’s pushing me away, and I wish to God I knew why.
I understand he’s going through a lot. Believe me, I do. But now, more than ever, we need to stick together as a family. Well, what we have left of our family, anyway.
Now…now it’s like we only communicate about our next job, or through grunting and moaning while we’re fucking. On the whole, I’d almost prefer silence to those empty sounds.
It’s like looking into the eyes of a corpse that doesn’t realize it’s dead yet. His eyes were once so full of life, now they’re flat and empty, like stones at the bottom of a creek. He never smiles anymore. It breaks my heart.
And on those increasingly rare occasions that he does want me, it’s like I’m just another hole to him. He could’ve been screwing the bartender from the last joint we went to. For all I know, inside his head…he was.
I don’t care that he’s my brother, that society calls it a taboo with a capital “T”. Perhaps it’s easier to give in to him because he’s my brother. If I can make him feel better, take his mind off of all the darkness in his life, even for a little while…isn’t it worth it? He’s already suffered so much.
I know it sounds like I’m complaining, but I promise I’m not. But the contrast between what is and what was is just so sharp, I can’t help but wish for what he used to be.
It’s been said by a lot of the people we’ve known and met, that we’re the most stubborn bastards they’ve ever met. They’ll get no arguments from me. But there’s a difference between "stubborn" and "too thick-skulled to listen to reason". And that works both ways. I’ll get my brother back, if I have to kill all the Legions of Hell to do it.
You know what they say: "No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it." For him, I will gladly be that fool. Hell, I’d be anything for him.
I’d die for him.
Don’t worry, Sammy. Your bull-headed brother won’t give up until there’s absolutely no hope left. And even then…well, we’ve done crazier things for less. Much less.
I love you, Sammy. And that’s what you do for the people you love. And before you object-no, there’s no hope of getting me to give up. Not until I’ve gotten you back. Not until you’re completely mine again.
Even though I’ve never said it, I always knew that you knew my soul was yours. I gave it up for you. I’d do it again without blinking.
Please don’t let my choice have been in vain.
Ending A/N: You wanna hear something kinda funny? While I was writing this, I was listening to the Hairspray soundtrack. One of the bounciest musical soundtracks ever. LOL! Hope you enjoyed, and I'd love to hear what y'all think!