Supernatural Recs
RECS! Two stories that I read tonight that made me happy! You know you love it!
Break to Keep Fixing by stone_princess -- Sam/Dean/Faith (from Angel/Buffy), sequel to her mind-meltingly hot White Noise in Black Room Dust. Ummmm, yis. I feel like crying at my complete and utter inability to articulate just how hot this story is!! When I audienced the very first part of this, I just sat there gaping at the computer screen, fuses completely blown by, "Guh" and "Fucking guh!" and "OMFGDFGUH!!!" And that doesn't even begin to do this story (and the first one) justice. Add to that the fact that stone_princess has Faith's voice down cold and I am a very, very happy fangirl. And I quote (a clean part, because the dirty parts should be discovered, saved and savored like the best kind of candy):
Dinner and a few beers smoothed away the rough edges of Dean's discomfiture about the whole thing. They all piled into one of the beds to watch TV, Faith in the middle, werewolf movie on the screen and beer in hand. Dean had to admit he couldn't think of a better way to spend a rainy night.
"I know this witch who used to date a werewolf. To hear her tell it, this movie doesn't have it too wrong. Doesn't make the movie any less stupid though." Faith finished her beer and handed the empty to Dean who tossed it on the floor.
"Hey, I like Christina Ricci," Sam said.
Faith laughed. "Of course you do, she was made for boys like you."
"Vocabulary" by innie_darling -- Pre-series gen. This story is just so evocative, all bittersweet achey goodness and a fantastic glimpse into Sam's head that just makes me hurt for him.
Krindle's assignment is already tickling at him. I am sixteen he tries. No good. That isn't exactly unalterable fact, although the connotations of "sixteen" and all the attendant trials and tribulations of being an adolescent make the sentence strangely meaningful. Or not. Maybe he shouldn't overthink it. Maybe he should go for a surface truth. I am a virgin. Simpler still. I am horny. No lie there. Years of watching Dean laugh into a girl's soft hair, drop a light kiss on a girl's freckled nose, walk up to a girl with the promise of pleasure in his eyes have made him all the more aware of his own body. He wonders how Dean would complete the sentence. Probably I am Dean, trusting his name to be enough. No need for explanation or embellishment. But he can't do that, because he doesn't even know if it should be I am Sam or I am Sammy. I am Samuel. He comes in mono-, bi-, and trisyllabic varieties, apparently. Stop. Back to basics. Start over.
Break to Keep Fixing by stone_princess -- Sam/Dean/Faith (from Angel/Buffy), sequel to her mind-meltingly hot White Noise in Black Room Dust. Ummmm, yis. I feel like crying at my complete and utter inability to articulate just how hot this story is!! When I audienced the very first part of this, I just sat there gaping at the computer screen, fuses completely blown by, "Guh" and "Fucking guh!" and "OMFGDFGUH!!!" And that doesn't even begin to do this story (and the first one) justice. Add to that the fact that stone_princess has Faith's voice down cold and I am a very, very happy fangirl. And I quote (a clean part, because the dirty parts should be discovered, saved and savored like the best kind of candy):
Dinner and a few beers smoothed away the rough edges of Dean's discomfiture about the whole thing. They all piled into one of the beds to watch TV, Faith in the middle, werewolf movie on the screen and beer in hand. Dean had to admit he couldn't think of a better way to spend a rainy night.
"I know this witch who used to date a werewolf. To hear her tell it, this movie doesn't have it too wrong. Doesn't make the movie any less stupid though." Faith finished her beer and handed the empty to Dean who tossed it on the floor.
"Hey, I like Christina Ricci," Sam said.
Faith laughed. "Of course you do, she was made for boys like you."
"Vocabulary" by innie_darling -- Pre-series gen. This story is just so evocative, all bittersweet achey goodness and a fantastic glimpse into Sam's head that just makes me hurt for him.
Krindle's assignment is already tickling at him. I am sixteen he tries. No good. That isn't exactly unalterable fact, although the connotations of "sixteen" and all the attendant trials and tribulations of being an adolescent make the sentence strangely meaningful. Or not. Maybe he shouldn't overthink it. Maybe he should go for a surface truth. I am a virgin. Simpler still. I am horny. No lie there. Years of watching Dean laugh into a girl's soft hair, drop a light kiss on a girl's freckled nose, walk up to a girl with the promise of pleasure in his eyes have made him all the more aware of his own body. He wonders how Dean would complete the sentence. Probably I am Dean, trusting his name to be enough. No need for explanation or embellishment. But he can't do that, because he doesn't even know if it should be I am Sam or I am Sammy. I am Samuel. He comes in mono-, bi-, and trisyllabic varieties, apparently. Stop. Back to basics. Start over.