FOR NEVARDEVEREAUX. AGAIN. B/C I'M A H0R FOR COMMENTS AND APPRECIATION.
OKAY, SO I LIKE ENCOURAGEMENT. IT MAKES ME FEEL WARM AND FUZZY INSIDE. SO HERE'S THE FIC FRAGMENTS, WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT EVER BE ADDED TO. I JUST WANTED TO GET THEM OUT THERE. LIKE VOMIT.
Here’s plot rabbit #7: the Spider-Man fusion. Umm. Sorta. I guess?
Sam tossed and turned all night. It wasn’t bad enough that Dean was sick, woozy with fever, just two days after they’d finished with the spirit.
He’d gotten pretty well scratched up in that battle, but he’d been healing up pretty well until the fever hit. Any longer and Sam would have to risk taking him to the hospital; he’d be damned if he lost his brother to a stupid antibiotic resistant bacteria.
His worry plagued into his dreams, bringing up the last time he’d nearly lost Dean. He was pale, heart failing, body dying slowly. Dean’s wan face then morphed into Jessica’s, lit starkly by the fire surrounding her. Then it was Dean screaming, burning in the fire on the ceiling.
Sam woke with a choked off gasp, hands flailing and grabbing at the covers.
Just a dream. Yeah. The motel room wasn’t being lit up by any kind of fire, and Dean was safe in his bed…Sam glances over to the other bed.
Or not. Panic rises up in his throat. It’s the middle of the night, so it’s not like he went out to get coffee or something!
Dread knots his stomach as he looks up.
And there he is. Dean’s sprawled out on the ceiling, just like in so many of his nightmares.
Sam screams. Dean’s eyes pop open and his limbs spasm, as if being woken up from a deep sleep.
There is a moment in which they both stare at each other. It’s both deadly serious and utterly comical, their expressions seeming to say:
Why are you on the ceiling? But you’re not dead!
I’m not on the ceiling, what are you doing up there?....Wait, what the hell, you’re in bed, how am I staying up?
And then the moment ends and Dean plummets, knocking the breath out of Sam as he lands on top of him.
“Ow,” Sam says.
~*~*~*~
Some time later, after all is said and done, Sam remembers that first night as pretty damn funny. But not when Dean is totally kicking his ass when they spar, using all sorts of vertical and angled surfaces for leverage.
His brother just had to turn into a spider-freak. And all he got was head-splitting visions, fuck it all, Sam fumes. Oh, it’s on. Dean may have spider-sense, but Sam WILL find a way to prank the ever-living hell out of his brother.
He wiggles his limbs, but they’re stuck fast to the bedposts, and he’s half-naked.
But right now, he’s gonna have to wait for the webbing to dissolve.
So, that’s the fic where Dean has (movie-verse) spider powers. Woo. But they’d come in handy on hunts, I think. That’s all, just this scene, b/c I thought it was hilarious. XD
Bunny #4 - The Iron Man fusion, inspired by the fansqueeing a few months ago, and subsequent crossover fics. Alas, I’m lame and haven’t seen it, so my info is secondhand, from wikipedia and other fics and stuff.
Introduction:
BY THE TRANSITIVE PROPERTY, IRON MAN=DEAN.
PROOF:
And now, fic. Well, it’s something.
“I’m going,” Dean insisted. “It’s a fucking full ride, tuition, dorms, everything. MIT really wants me there, Dad! I’ll be able to do so much more to help with hunting.”
“Dean…” John started, then faltered. He sighed. They’d been arguing for hours, days even once you factored in that it was the same argument rehashed.
He was already getting closer to finding what killed Mary, and he knew it was powerful. All he wanted was to keep them safe. But his boys were growing up, into the strong men he’d trained them to be. This life was hard, and he knew, deep down, they deserved so much more.
“Okay,” he finally said. “It’s important to you, I see that. Just…remember what I taught you.”
Dean’s expression was a combination of shock, hope, and earnestness.
“You’re letting me go?” Dean’s hand tightened on John’s arm.
“Yeah.” John looked away. “Your mom would be proud.”
Dean swallowed. “Thanks dad.”
“Now come on. I’ll drive you there.”
A few years later…
John whoops as his boy comes to the podium. Dean’s graduating with honors, and has ended up with his own technology company. He’d started small, but with the money his patents brought in, he was soon able to become self-reliant, hiring a select group of the best and brightest engineers and inventors.
Uh, more plot stuff goes here…
A couple years after that…
Sam burst into the room.
“Oh my god! Dean! Are you okay?!?!” he yelled, giving his brother quite the rude awakening.
“I came as soon as I could, I heard about the hunt, and the explosion!”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” Dean waved at him groggily. He sat up, deciding it was exceedingly unlikely that his annoying little brother would leave him alone anytime soon.
The flow of words stopped. Sam stared. “What is that?” he queried, pointing to the glowing circle on his brother’s chest.
Dean looked down. “Oh. That. I invented that the other day. It’s an arc reactor, currently keeping me alive by keeping nasty bits of shrapnel from piercing my heart.”
Sam gaped.
Dean ignored him. “Just wait ‘til you see what I’ve been working on down in the basement, it’s awesome!”
Blah de blah, some fighting and arguing, Dean wins, they have breakfast.
“Close your mouth, Sam it’ll attract flies.”
Sam had good reason to stare. The basement was Dean’s workshop, and nearly every surface was covered with bits of metal or wires or tools of some sort.
What really drew his eye was the assembly in the middle of the room. It was essentially a suit of armor, currently in fragments, inner circuitry still exposed. On the table closest to it, Sam noted a silver faceplate.
Dean grinned at him. “Well, Sammy, isn’t it awesome?”
Sam swallowed. “It sure is, but what the hell are you planning to do, Dean?”
His brother shrugged, then grinned at him. “Eh. Save the world I guess.”
Dean couldn’t resist showing off the suit. He was just bursting to let someone in on this awesome secret.
“You see, the arc reactor also powers the systems of suit, really nice bit of integration if I do say so myself.”
Sam thought he was just like a little kid showing off his toys. Though in Dean’s case, the toy could fly and blow up an area the size of a city block.
But even Sam had to admit the black and silver armor looked fucking awesome. Combined with the AC/DC he piped in to the hidden speakers, and it was pretty much the coolest thing he’d ever seen.
So yeah. I just had to change the color scheme to play off the Impala. The red bits on Tony's suit are blackon Dean's, and the yellow ones silver. OMG-SHINY-COOL-AWESOME, YAH?
Also, I would've posted this last night, but then LJ crapped out. Hope you liked them. :)
Here’s plot rabbit #7: the Spider-Man fusion. Umm. Sorta. I guess?
Sam tossed and turned all night. It wasn’t bad enough that Dean was sick, woozy with fever, just two days after they’d finished with the spirit.
He’d gotten pretty well scratched up in that battle, but he’d been healing up pretty well until the fever hit. Any longer and Sam would have to risk taking him to the hospital; he’d be damned if he lost his brother to a stupid antibiotic resistant bacteria.
His worry plagued into his dreams, bringing up the last time he’d nearly lost Dean. He was pale, heart failing, body dying slowly. Dean’s wan face then morphed into Jessica’s, lit starkly by the fire surrounding her. Then it was Dean screaming, burning in the fire on the ceiling.
Sam woke with a choked off gasp, hands flailing and grabbing at the covers.
Just a dream. Yeah. The motel room wasn’t being lit up by any kind of fire, and Dean was safe in his bed…Sam glances over to the other bed.
Or not. Panic rises up in his throat. It’s the middle of the night, so it’s not like he went out to get coffee or something!
Dread knots his stomach as he looks up.
And there he is. Dean’s sprawled out on the ceiling, just like in so many of his nightmares.
Sam screams. Dean’s eyes pop open and his limbs spasm, as if being woken up from a deep sleep.
There is a moment in which they both stare at each other. It’s both deadly serious and utterly comical, their expressions seeming to say:
Why are you on the ceiling? But you’re not dead!
I’m not on the ceiling, what are you doing up there?....Wait, what the hell, you’re in bed, how am I staying up?
And then the moment ends and Dean plummets, knocking the breath out of Sam as he lands on top of him.
“Ow,” Sam says.
~*~*~*~
Some time later, after all is said and done, Sam remembers that first night as pretty damn funny. But not when Dean is totally kicking his ass when they spar, using all sorts of vertical and angled surfaces for leverage.
His brother just had to turn into a spider-freak. And all he got was head-splitting visions, fuck it all, Sam fumes. Oh, it’s on. Dean may have spider-sense, but Sam WILL find a way to prank the ever-living hell out of his brother.
He wiggles his limbs, but they’re stuck fast to the bedposts, and he’s half-naked.
But right now, he’s gonna have to wait for the webbing to dissolve.
So, that’s the fic where Dean has (movie-verse) spider powers. Woo. But they’d come in handy on hunts, I think. That’s all, just this scene, b/c I thought it was hilarious. XD
Bunny #4 - The Iron Man fusion, inspired by the fansqueeing a few months ago, and subsequent crossover fics. Alas, I’m lame and haven’t seen it, so my info is secondhand, from wikipedia and other fics and stuff.
Introduction:
BY THE TRANSITIVE PROPERTY, IRON MAN=DEAN.
PROOF:
- IRON MAN IS PLAYED BY ROBERT DOWNEY JR.
- RDJ HAS QUITE A RESEMBLANCE TO JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN.
- JDM LOOKS EERIELY LIKE JENSEN ACKLES.
- JENSEN ACKLES PLAYS DEAN.
And now, fic. Well, it’s something.
“I’m going,” Dean insisted. “It’s a fucking full ride, tuition, dorms, everything. MIT really wants me there, Dad! I’ll be able to do so much more to help with hunting.”
“Dean…” John started, then faltered. He sighed. They’d been arguing for hours, days even once you factored in that it was the same argument rehashed.
He was already getting closer to finding what killed Mary, and he knew it was powerful. All he wanted was to keep them safe. But his boys were growing up, into the strong men he’d trained them to be. This life was hard, and he knew, deep down, they deserved so much more.
“Okay,” he finally said. “It’s important to you, I see that. Just…remember what I taught you.”
Dean’s expression was a combination of shock, hope, and earnestness.
“You’re letting me go?” Dean’s hand tightened on John’s arm.
“Yeah.” John looked away. “Your mom would be proud.”
Dean swallowed. “Thanks dad.”
“Now come on. I’ll drive you there.”
A few years later…
John whoops as his boy comes to the podium. Dean’s graduating with honors, and has ended up with his own technology company. He’d started small, but with the money his patents brought in, he was soon able to become self-reliant, hiring a select group of the best and brightest engineers and inventors.
Uh, more plot stuff goes here…
A couple years after that…
Sam burst into the room.
“Oh my god! Dean! Are you okay?!?!” he yelled, giving his brother quite the rude awakening.
“I came as soon as I could, I heard about the hunt, and the explosion!”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” Dean waved at him groggily. He sat up, deciding it was exceedingly unlikely that his annoying little brother would leave him alone anytime soon.
The flow of words stopped. Sam stared. “What is that?” he queried, pointing to the glowing circle on his brother’s chest.
Dean looked down. “Oh. That. I invented that the other day. It’s an arc reactor, currently keeping me alive by keeping nasty bits of shrapnel from piercing my heart.”
Sam gaped.
Dean ignored him. “Just wait ‘til you see what I’ve been working on down in the basement, it’s awesome!”
Blah de blah, some fighting and arguing, Dean wins, they have breakfast.
“Close your mouth, Sam it’ll attract flies.”
Sam had good reason to stare. The basement was Dean’s workshop, and nearly every surface was covered with bits of metal or wires or tools of some sort.
What really drew his eye was the assembly in the middle of the room. It was essentially a suit of armor, currently in fragments, inner circuitry still exposed. On the table closest to it, Sam noted a silver faceplate.
Dean grinned at him. “Well, Sammy, isn’t it awesome?”
Sam swallowed. “It sure is, but what the hell are you planning to do, Dean?”
His brother shrugged, then grinned at him. “Eh. Save the world I guess.”
Dean couldn’t resist showing off the suit. He was just bursting to let someone in on this awesome secret.
“You see, the arc reactor also powers the systems of suit, really nice bit of integration if I do say so myself.”
Sam thought he was just like a little kid showing off his toys. Though in Dean’s case, the toy could fly and blow up an area the size of a city block.
But even Sam had to admit the black and silver armor looked fucking awesome. Combined with the AC/DC he piped in to the hidden speakers, and it was pretty much the coolest thing he’d ever seen.
So yeah. I just had to change the color scheme to play off the Impala. The red bits on Tony's suit are blackon Dean's, and the yellow ones silver. OMG-SHINY-COOL-AWESOME, YAH?
Also, I would've posted this last night, but then LJ crapped out. Hope you liked them. :)