LZ [BS] Songs 1-5
Name: Led Zeppelin [Box Set] [Songs 1-5]
Author: Karesu
Rating: PG-13-R
Pairing: Dean/Sam [mostly. Some of the ‘songs’ don’t really have pairings]
Summary: Zeppelin rules, it’s a fact of life. Dean thinks the band is the greatest and can bring back a memory for every song he belts out [to Sam’s dismay] when he drives. Drabbles.
A/N: These are in order on the CD’s that I have [The LZ BoxSet] and it’s little snippets stuff that I just think about. There isn’t much too it, but maybe you guys will enjoy it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; I just play around with them.
Whole Lotta Love- Disk One- Song One
There were in the backseat, making out like if there was any space and air between them they would die from the strain. Sam was pushed back against the leather and his fingers were tangled in his brother’s short hair. There had been so much tension in between them and could do nothing about it because Dad had been with them. For the first time in forever, Dean was glad that their father insisted they stay there while he interrogated the witnesses himself.
Running against time the two of them kissed like the world was ending. Dean detached his lips from Sammy’s and started down his neck. While running his tongue down the younger man’s neck, he growled out “I’m going to give you my love. Got a whole lotta love…”
Sam blinked when he heard his older brother say that and groaned when he took them for what they were, slamming his head back against the leather upholstery. “God Dean, you are such a dork…”
Heartbreaker- Disk One- Song Two
She was sitting with her group of girls at the bar, waiting for potential customers. The general term for them, she knew, was ‘whore’ but they liked to call themselves ‘trained professionals’. Hey, hunny, whatever paid the bills at the end of the day. When she was younger, and stupider, she actually fell for someone she was trying to entice. He was a handsome son-of-a bitch and had the perfect body- despite being riddled with scars.
What she remembered was giving it for free, in hopes that he might stay. What happened is within her ring, she became the object of teasing for a few months. The sex was great; don’t get her wrong, it was just… who the fuck was ‘Sam’ anyway? Sure when she was paid she didn’t give a fuck what she was called, but for free…
Damn him for leaving before she even was awake, and calling her some other chicks [hell could be a dude for all she knew, the name Sam was kind of versatile that way] name. Damn that heartbreaking, dead sexy, Dean.
Communication Breakdown- Disk One- Song Three
There were always words within words for them, and some of them got lost in translation. Most of them, actually, weren’t that well constructed and communicated.
“Dean, I’ve listened to enough Led Zeppelin to last me a lifetime please turn it off.” I’d rather be talking to you…
“Can never have enough of em’ Sammy-boy.” If we talk I might tell you and those thoughts can never see the light of day. I’m sorry.
“But I’ve heard this song at LEAST seven times in the past two days.” Please Dean, talk to me. I need to you talk to me- I know you want to say something and are too scared to speak it. What is it, Dean, what is it?
“You are so exaggerating. Even if you ‘aint this song is classic. Tell ‘ya what when you get your license you can pick the music.” Need to drown it out, Sam. Can’t you see I need to drown it out? So wrong, so unnatural. What if you hate me, or worse, what if you feel the same?
“Fine, one more year and the radio is all mine. Don’t know why though, I’ve been drivin’ since I was twelve!” What are you hiding from Dean?
“Yeah kid, whatever you say.” From you Sammy, I can’t love you- I can’t force that upon you.
Babe I’m Gonna Leave You- Disk One- Song Four
The sun was blazing down, black paint absorbing the heat. The insects rustled in annoyance, cicadas chirping despite the heat. It would have been more bearable if there was air-conditioning but the car remained off as the lone occupant stared off into space. He couldn’t believe what he Dad, in a drunken huff, had just told him. He should have known something was up when he saw his Dad go at the bottle before noon.
They had been working and job- and they finished it off with only Dean breaking a couple of ribs. The eldest son was immediately put to being wrapped and pumped full of drugs for the first couple days of pain. The meds made him drowsy so he slept- slept like a log through the night and most of the morning. When he awoke he saw his Dad drinking and Sam was no where in sight.
He sat up and groaned when his ribs throbbed in protest. “Dad, where’s Sammy?” he asked, trying to get the sleep from his voice. He figured the kid was off getting breakfast or supplies, hell might even do what geeks did best and was re-searching a new gig.
John didn’t say anything for a long while, just took another swig was whiskey. “He’s gone, Dean.” He finally settled on, not seeing the right way to put this to his eldest son.
“Na, really? What’s he doing?” Dean struggled to sit up, being careful not to aggravate his wound.
“Dean…” his Dad pressed him with a hard look, making sure the other knew he was being dead serious. “He’s gone. He left. He told me he didn’t wanna hunt no more and that he better leave now so there was at least a pair of cracked ribs between you and where-ever-the-hell he ran off to.”
Dean’s world shattered, memories flying past his eyes. What? Why?! Didn’t he… he… Dean rose up, broken ribs or not, and stormed out of there. He ignored John’s protest for him to ‘sit still you are in no condition…’ and climbed into his car.
Rage, hurt, and possession ran rampant though him as he speeded off. Every mile took him somewhere- but was it where Sammy went? His temper raged, but finally cooled. His chest hurt, his heart hurt, his head hurt- everything fucking hurt. It was hot, and he stopped the car on the side of the road. The sun was blazing down, black paint absorbing the heat.
What is and what should never be- Disk One- Song Five
Sam was his brother; he shouldn’t have been in love with him. But he was.
Sam was innocent, far too innocent to have thoughts about how his lips that eagerly engulfed a candy-cane ‘round Christmas would be perfect for sucking his cock.
Sam was younger, fuck- he wasn’t even legal yet. Not that what he wanted was legal at any age anyway.
He shouldn’t love him more than a brother, but he did. He shouldn’t want to fuck him, but he does. He shouldn’t even be telling himself that he shouldn’t- because he shouldn’t be having these feelings in the first place.
They are brothers- that is what is. Their love is what should never be.
Author: Karesu
Rating: PG-13-R
Pairing: Dean/Sam [mostly. Some of the ‘songs’ don’t really have pairings]
Summary: Zeppelin rules, it’s a fact of life. Dean thinks the band is the greatest and can bring back a memory for every song he belts out [to Sam’s dismay] when he drives. Drabbles.
A/N: These are in order on the CD’s that I have [The LZ BoxSet] and it’s little snippets stuff that I just think about. There isn’t much too it, but maybe you guys will enjoy it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; I just play around with them.
Whole Lotta Love- Disk One- Song One
There were in the backseat, making out like if there was any space and air between them they would die from the strain. Sam was pushed back against the leather and his fingers were tangled in his brother’s short hair. There had been so much tension in between them and could do nothing about it because Dad had been with them. For the first time in forever, Dean was glad that their father insisted they stay there while he interrogated the witnesses himself.
Running against time the two of them kissed like the world was ending. Dean detached his lips from Sammy’s and started down his neck. While running his tongue down the younger man’s neck, he growled out “I’m going to give you my love. Got a whole lotta love…”
Sam blinked when he heard his older brother say that and groaned when he took them for what they were, slamming his head back against the leather upholstery. “God Dean, you are such a dork…”
Heartbreaker- Disk One- Song Two
She was sitting with her group of girls at the bar, waiting for potential customers. The general term for them, she knew, was ‘whore’ but they liked to call themselves ‘trained professionals’. Hey, hunny, whatever paid the bills at the end of the day. When she was younger, and stupider, she actually fell for someone she was trying to entice. He was a handsome son-of-a bitch and had the perfect body- despite being riddled with scars.
What she remembered was giving it for free, in hopes that he might stay. What happened is within her ring, she became the object of teasing for a few months. The sex was great; don’t get her wrong, it was just… who the fuck was ‘Sam’ anyway? Sure when she was paid she didn’t give a fuck what she was called, but for free…
Damn him for leaving before she even was awake, and calling her some other chicks [hell could be a dude for all she knew, the name Sam was kind of versatile that way] name. Damn that heartbreaking, dead sexy, Dean.
Communication Breakdown- Disk One- Song Three
There were always words within words for them, and some of them got lost in translation. Most of them, actually, weren’t that well constructed and communicated.
“Dean, I’ve listened to enough Led Zeppelin to last me a lifetime please turn it off.” I’d rather be talking to you…
“Can never have enough of em’ Sammy-boy.” If we talk I might tell you and those thoughts can never see the light of day. I’m sorry.
“But I’ve heard this song at LEAST seven times in the past two days.” Please Dean, talk to me. I need to you talk to me- I know you want to say something and are too scared to speak it. What is it, Dean, what is it?
“You are so exaggerating. Even if you ‘aint this song is classic. Tell ‘ya what when you get your license you can pick the music.” Need to drown it out, Sam. Can’t you see I need to drown it out? So wrong, so unnatural. What if you hate me, or worse, what if you feel the same?
“Fine, one more year and the radio is all mine. Don’t know why though, I’ve been drivin’ since I was twelve!” What are you hiding from Dean?
“Yeah kid, whatever you say.” From you Sammy, I can’t love you- I can’t force that upon you.
Babe I’m Gonna Leave You- Disk One- Song Four
The sun was blazing down, black paint absorbing the heat. The insects rustled in annoyance, cicadas chirping despite the heat. It would have been more bearable if there was air-conditioning but the car remained off as the lone occupant stared off into space. He couldn’t believe what he Dad, in a drunken huff, had just told him. He should have known something was up when he saw his Dad go at the bottle before noon.
They had been working and job- and they finished it off with only Dean breaking a couple of ribs. The eldest son was immediately put to being wrapped and pumped full of drugs for the first couple days of pain. The meds made him drowsy so he slept- slept like a log through the night and most of the morning. When he awoke he saw his Dad drinking and Sam was no where in sight.
He sat up and groaned when his ribs throbbed in protest. “Dad, where’s Sammy?” he asked, trying to get the sleep from his voice. He figured the kid was off getting breakfast or supplies, hell might even do what geeks did best and was re-searching a new gig.
John didn’t say anything for a long while, just took another swig was whiskey. “He’s gone, Dean.” He finally settled on, not seeing the right way to put this to his eldest son.
“Na, really? What’s he doing?” Dean struggled to sit up, being careful not to aggravate his wound.
“Dean…” his Dad pressed him with a hard look, making sure the other knew he was being dead serious. “He’s gone. He left. He told me he didn’t wanna hunt no more and that he better leave now so there was at least a pair of cracked ribs between you and where-ever-the-hell he ran off to.”
Dean’s world shattered, memories flying past his eyes. What? Why?! Didn’t he… he… Dean rose up, broken ribs or not, and stormed out of there. He ignored John’s protest for him to ‘sit still you are in no condition…’ and climbed into his car.
Rage, hurt, and possession ran rampant though him as he speeded off. Every mile took him somewhere- but was it where Sammy went? His temper raged, but finally cooled. His chest hurt, his heart hurt, his head hurt- everything fucking hurt. It was hot, and he stopped the car on the side of the road. The sun was blazing down, black paint absorbing the heat.
What is and what should never be- Disk One- Song Five
Sam was his brother; he shouldn’t have been in love with him. But he was.
Sam was innocent, far too innocent to have thoughts about how his lips that eagerly engulfed a candy-cane ‘round Christmas would be perfect for sucking his cock.
Sam was younger, fuck- he wasn’t even legal yet. Not that what he wanted was legal at any age anyway.
He shouldn’t love him more than a brother, but he did. He shouldn’t want to fuck him, but he does. He shouldn’t even be telling himself that he shouldn’t- because he shouldn’t be having these feelings in the first place.
They are brothers- that is what is. Their love is what should never be.