LZ [BS] [S 6-10]
Title: Led Zeppelin [Box Set] [Songs 6-10]
Author: Karesu
Pairing: Wincest [Mostly]
Rating: pg-13 - R
Spoilers: Up to 4x10
A/N: Some people seemed to like the last one so I decided to write another five songs and see if I get a favorable response to them. I want to get to Stairway, but that’s the last song on the second disk.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this, unfortunately
Thank You- Disk One- Song Six
His lips touched hers, an apology whispered without words through them. She knew about him, how could she not? They all knew about him, they just wished to ignore it for the most part. Dean Winchester was in love with Samuel Winchester and it was painfully obvious to anyone that cared to notice.
Anna pulled back, lightly smiling at him before turning back to the two angels before her. “I know what they did, they gave him a choice. They either got to kill me or they got to kill Sam. I know how their minds work.” The words were hard; trying to convey how they played so dirty in a game there weren’t even any real rules to. They took the one thing, the one love that Dean had and turned it against them.
She turned back to Dean, his eyes filled to the brim in guilt and pain as he sent her to her death. “I don’t blame you.” She told him, talking about two things at once and they both knew it.
Instead of a sure answer, instead of the strong line he wanted to give he could only look her in the eyes and whisper lowly, barely a lip movement, “thank you.” She was taking her life in order to save his in a metaphoric sense, hell it might even be in a physical one as well, and for that he was thankful. Because of that he knew that, deep down; there must be that small amount of good that everyone else perceived.
I Can’t Quit You Baby- Disk One- Song Seven
He knew this was wrong; he was wrong- all of this was fucking wrong. But he couldn’t get himself to stop when Sam was underneath him and begging. He wanted to turn away, to stop and take a breath, but only found himself breathing in the scent that was pure Sam. He wanted so much: to pull away, to drag him closer, to stop all of this, to drown in the sensation.
But no matter what he told himself, no matter how he beat himself up over how wrong this was- Sam still screamed his name when he sank into that hot body. Sam still begged and pleaded for the pleasure that only he could provide. But above all, no matter how much he tired, he couldn’t quit.
Dazed and Confused- Disk One- Song Eight
He didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know how he got here- all he knew is that it hurt and Sam wasn’t there beside him. He cried out for his brother through the pain, trying not to scream as something else dragged into his already opened wounds and tore off more skin, more blood seeping down his body.
Where was Sam? Why wasn’t he here saving him from this? Where the hell was he? The questions went round and round in his head, but at least it let him focus on something other than the intense pain. But then when he realized, after a long while- after days- the pain wasn’t so much physical as emotional. Sam wasn’t coming, he didn’t hear his cries. Sam was letting him rot here, to be torn into every day. That was worse than anything some demon could do to him.
Your Time is Gonna Come- Disk One- Song Nine
It was getting closer and he could feel it in his bones. His time was going to stop short and before he went to hell, he had to weather the mental one that was raging in his mind. He was taking the coward’s way out. He couldn’t live without Sam, so instead of the being the strong one he let himself become weak and subject Sammy into the one thing he didn’t want to endure himself- loneliness.
Sam looked up at him from the bed, smiling slightly but there were still bags under his eyes from all the research he had put into finding a way out of this for his brother. Dean cradled his head in his hands, muttering under his breath darkly.
“Dean…” Sam pleaded softly, voice breaking at the end of it. “Dean… please just come back to bed.” He lifted the covers to invite his brother back into their warmth.
“Sammy.” It was the only thing he said as he crawled back into bed with him. Instead of words, which he had always been lousy at anyway, he tried to kiss his brother’s worries away. They rolled away while Sam was panting lightly into the kiss. Although Dean would never freely admit he was scared, it was all communicated loud and clear in those small actions.
Ramble On- Disk One- Song Ten
It was the same stories over and over- were from the FBI, CSI, HLS, BBQ… it didn’t matter what they said anymore. When you looked and sounded like you knew what you were doing, people were more than happy to play along with you even if they didn’t know that they were playing. Sometimes, however, some saw right though their façade.
“Ma’am were from the…” Dean started, only to be cut off by the woman at the door.
“No, you ‘aint, but you yur gonna help then you best be getting in here.” The brothers were speechless and went into the old creaking house with care. They sat on the floral print couch and looked at the elderly woman before them. “I birthed three boys, I know when they are handin’ me a line.” She said when they were settled in.
“Ma’ma, have you noticed anything… odd? Unusual? Out of pl-“ The elder Winchester was once again cut off by her.
“Ya know, you just don’ know when to shut your trap do ya boy? Of course there has been somethin’ weird going on- that’s why you’re here ‘aint it? Now, you boys gonna help or just ramble on?”
Author: Karesu
Pairing: Wincest [Mostly]
Rating: pg-13 - R
Spoilers: Up to 4x10
A/N: Some people seemed to like the last one so I decided to write another five songs and see if I get a favorable response to them. I want to get to Stairway, but that’s the last song on the second disk.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this, unfortunately
Thank You- Disk One- Song Six
His lips touched hers, an apology whispered without words through them. She knew about him, how could she not? They all knew about him, they just wished to ignore it for the most part. Dean Winchester was in love with Samuel Winchester and it was painfully obvious to anyone that cared to notice.
Anna pulled back, lightly smiling at him before turning back to the two angels before her. “I know what they did, they gave him a choice. They either got to kill me or they got to kill Sam. I know how their minds work.” The words were hard; trying to convey how they played so dirty in a game there weren’t even any real rules to. They took the one thing, the one love that Dean had and turned it against them.
She turned back to Dean, his eyes filled to the brim in guilt and pain as he sent her to her death. “I don’t blame you.” She told him, talking about two things at once and they both knew it.
Instead of a sure answer, instead of the strong line he wanted to give he could only look her in the eyes and whisper lowly, barely a lip movement, “thank you.” She was taking her life in order to save his in a metaphoric sense, hell it might even be in a physical one as well, and for that he was thankful. Because of that he knew that, deep down; there must be that small amount of good that everyone else perceived.
I Can’t Quit You Baby- Disk One- Song Seven
He knew this was wrong; he was wrong- all of this was fucking wrong. But he couldn’t get himself to stop when Sam was underneath him and begging. He wanted to turn away, to stop and take a breath, but only found himself breathing in the scent that was pure Sam. He wanted so much: to pull away, to drag him closer, to stop all of this, to drown in the sensation.
But no matter what he told himself, no matter how he beat himself up over how wrong this was- Sam still screamed his name when he sank into that hot body. Sam still begged and pleaded for the pleasure that only he could provide. But above all, no matter how much he tired, he couldn’t quit.
Dazed and Confused- Disk One- Song Eight
He didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know how he got here- all he knew is that it hurt and Sam wasn’t there beside him. He cried out for his brother through the pain, trying not to scream as something else dragged into his already opened wounds and tore off more skin, more blood seeping down his body.
Where was Sam? Why wasn’t he here saving him from this? Where the hell was he? The questions went round and round in his head, but at least it let him focus on something other than the intense pain. But then when he realized, after a long while- after days- the pain wasn’t so much physical as emotional. Sam wasn’t coming, he didn’t hear his cries. Sam was letting him rot here, to be torn into every day. That was worse than anything some demon could do to him.
Your Time is Gonna Come- Disk One- Song Nine
It was getting closer and he could feel it in his bones. His time was going to stop short and before he went to hell, he had to weather the mental one that was raging in his mind. He was taking the coward’s way out. He couldn’t live without Sam, so instead of the being the strong one he let himself become weak and subject Sammy into the one thing he didn’t want to endure himself- loneliness.
Sam looked up at him from the bed, smiling slightly but there were still bags under his eyes from all the research he had put into finding a way out of this for his brother. Dean cradled his head in his hands, muttering under his breath darkly.
“Dean…” Sam pleaded softly, voice breaking at the end of it. “Dean… please just come back to bed.” He lifted the covers to invite his brother back into their warmth.
“Sammy.” It was the only thing he said as he crawled back into bed with him. Instead of words, which he had always been lousy at anyway, he tried to kiss his brother’s worries away. They rolled away while Sam was panting lightly into the kiss. Although Dean would never freely admit he was scared, it was all communicated loud and clear in those small actions.
Ramble On- Disk One- Song Ten
It was the same stories over and over- were from the FBI, CSI, HLS, BBQ… it didn’t matter what they said anymore. When you looked and sounded like you knew what you were doing, people were more than happy to play along with you even if they didn’t know that they were playing. Sometimes, however, some saw right though their façade.
“Ma’am were from the…” Dean started, only to be cut off by the woman at the door.
“No, you ‘aint, but you yur gonna help then you best be getting in here.” The brothers were speechless and went into the old creaking house with care. They sat on the floral print couch and looked at the elderly woman before them. “I birthed three boys, I know when they are handin’ me a line.” She said when they were settled in.
“Ma’ma, have you noticed anything… odd? Unusual? Out of pl-“ The elder Winchester was once again cut off by her.
“Ya know, you just don’ know when to shut your trap do ya boy? Of course there has been somethin’ weird going on- that’s why you’re here ‘aint it? Now, you boys gonna help or just ramble on?”