Fic: Led Zeppelin: Box Set [Disk Two. Songs 1-5]
Title: Led Zeppelin: Box Set [Disk Two. Songs 1-5]
Author: Karesu
Pairing: Wincest
Rating: T [pg-13]
Summary: Dean likes Led Zeppelin, it’s a fact of life. But what no one knows is that for every song- there is a memory.
A/N: DISK TWO! I’ve been trying to finish this set for a while but I actually had time to sit down and WRITE for once. It was amazing. Hope you guys like them. There is a good supply of angst and humor this time around.
Disclaimer: They ain’t mine… as much as I really really wish that they were.
LZ: BS. Disk One Songs 1-5
lZ: BS. Disk One Songs 6-10
LZ: BS. Disk One Songs 11-15
Black Dog- Disk Two- Song One
They had dealt with them many times before, even if they didn’t want to. The thing about it is that instead of an infestation- it was the people’s own damn faults that these things were after them. Sure whatever they wanted was good for ten years- but then your soul gets deported to hell and there you stay for eternity? If you thought bear attacks were brutal, they had nothing on the marks those dogs’s left on you once their teeth sunk in. Not worth it.
… Unless it was, unless your heart ached so bad that you were willing to do anything to make it stop. Anything to stop it, anything to be on top, anything to get your name written in the history books, or anything to get them back. Anything to get them back so instead of your worst fear coming true, they have to live with what you weren’t strong enough to.
Dean didn’t want a life without his brother. He couldn’t fathom it and it scared the shit out of him. When Sammy was in college at least he knew where he was and that he was alive- but he wasn’t anymore. So he risked everything, gave himself away, sold his soul out of fear of being alone.
But now, staring death in the face- after a long year that he still couldn’t muster up the initiative to tell Sam why he had done it. He watched his brother slave over trying to find a way to get rid of the contract- but he knew it wasn’t going to work. He couldn’t tell him he was scared… he couldn’t tell him that losing Sam, Sammy, his little brother was his worst fear. So he joked, snickered, and tried to ignore the growling that reverberated in the back of his skill.
When Lilith was standing there- wearing Ruby’s already borrowed skin- he could hear the growls. He braced himself for the pain, because he knew Sam wouldn’t be able to take her on. He braced himself for Hell, not that anyone could really get over that, and wished he wasn’t such a coward for the millionth time that year.
He couldn’t tell Sammy that he loved him. He just couldn’t.
Over the Hills and Far Away- Disk Two- Song Two
“Ugh, can’t we just STAY somewhere for a while?” Sam bitched as he fell back onto the lumpy motel mattress. He didn’t even know how many of these shit-holes in how many different states he had been in for the last month or so.
“No rest for the wicked.” Dean said, seeming not to be bothered by the many miles the two of them had been putting in. The only thing that fazed him, it seemed, was how the tires on his baby were taking it and the mental tally of when he needed to give her an oil change.
“But we just finished a case, man.” They had been going full force, traveling over Gods-green-earth in some twisted form of salvation that has concocted in Dean’s head. He didn’t understand why he felt that he needed to work them to exhaustion- but truth is that he was. Sam was tired, but not just because the never ending list of jobs. He was tired of how Dean’s face would suddenly twist in pain and he wouldn’t talk about it. He was tired of all the booze his brother was drinking and then insisting nothing was wrong.
“Comes with the territory, bro. Kill one nasty thing and there is the next one biting little Suzie’s head off.” The grin was big, and plastered on, but tinged with a pain that no one else would have noticed. But Sam knew his brother- knew how to read him like the many books he had plowed through over the years.
“Dean…” the name was soft; Sam didn’t have it in him to go through his argument. Not the same argument they have been having for the past month. He used all his energy to get up from the uncomfortable bed and move over to where his brother was standing- turning him so they were facing each other and their lips tenderly met. For a moment the demons behind Dean’s eyes went away.
They kissed with more fury and passion, Dean falling on top of his brother as they clamored onto the bed. They needed this- they wanted this so badly. It was the only reprise they had from the constant hunted, the worrying, and the guilt they had built up. Sam would be able to see his brother finally let go, and Dean could feel in control. He always felt like everything else was falling apart in his life and he couldn’t do anything about it. But now, over Sam, making Sammy moan and scream his name in pleasure he didn’t feel like the world was pressing down on him.
Later when they were both satisfied, Sam curled up and laying his head on Dean’s chest while Dean ran his fingers through the younger male’s hair gently, they just basked in the afterglow.
But Sam finally gave him, since Dean insisted on them going somewhere else to fight and possible get themselves killed in the process he might as well know where it was. “Dean, where are we going?”
Dean gave him a sedate, secretive smile as the words rolled off his tongue in an airy sing-song voice, “over the hills and far far away…”
Immigrant Song- Disk Two- Song Three
“We just have to live in the United States, don’t we?” Sam bemoaned, looking up from the different books he had piled in front of him.
“Don’t even start bitchin’ about the economy; we don’t even have to worry about that.” Dean groaned- staring at Sam from across the room where he was watching one of the Godzilla movies on T.V.
“Yeah we’re worsening it due to our leeching- but lets not get into that shall we? What I’m saying is that when everyone came to the US they brought their stupid legends and curses along with them. I swear I have twelve different legends in front of me, from twelve different countries mind you, trying to figure out exactly what we’re up against and how to get rid of it! If we didn’t live in a place that was so culturally diverse the search for the thing would be much easier. God damned 1492…” Sam ranted before pouring back over his books.
“So… you’re blaming our forefathers because you can’t figure out what the S.O.B. is?” Dean couldn’t help but grin at that- only his Sammy would come to a conclusion like that.
Sam glared at him from across the room, “I hate you so much.”
“Not what you were saying last night, baby boy.” Even from where he was he could still see Sam’s cheeks flush.
The Battle of Evermore- Disk Two- Song Four
The battle never started with them, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to end with them either. It started, technically, with a girl named Eve eating an apple that gave her a terrible headache and she realized that she had nothing on. If you believe in that stuff.
Dean should ask Castiel what Eve is like- if she was even let back into heaven after her offence. But she must have been hot- she carried some sort of gene that trickled down through the centuries to create from pretty fine women. She must have gone right somewhere.
The battle was between good and evil- nothing more or less. But for a battle that claimed to be in the most black and white areas that existed there was certainly a lot of grey mixed into it. Cas wasn’t exactly all mercy and didn’t have that ‘don’t be afraid I’m an angel of the lord’ vide that you got from the bible. Dean hadn’t met God- so he couldn’t exactly compare in that respect. He hadn’t met the devil either- but he hoped that didn’t happen. It’s what he was trying to prevent after all.
So now they were part of the biggest battle in history that had little skirmishes that the majority of people called wars. He didn’t like it- hell he was getting his own gospel written by some psychopath named Chuck- and his brother was going crazy on him.
That’s what bothered him the most- Sam going crazy on him. He wasn’t the same; he had changed since he got back to hell. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but the man that was closest to him seemed to be the farthest away. At first he thought it was him, and in some ways he figured it still was, but there was something more.
But before he could really figure it out, he got thrust back into the war.
Bron-Y-Aur Stomp- Disk Two- Song Five
Dean had been in love before, or at least that’s what he told the girls he stayed with most than a few days. It wasn’t many, but it was enough. There was this one girl he remembered that figured out quickly exactly where she was placed in priority.
He had been with her for about a week and a half; he was stuck at home watching over Sam while their Dad was on a hunt. She was a cute thing: long light brown hair, just the right curve to her figure, and gorgeous blue eyes. She liked his music, and most importantly treated his car almost as well as he did [which was more than he could say for Sam who had scratched the paint a few weeks earlier].
He was on a date with her- the movies watching some horror flick and then to the local hillside for some personal time. But right before things got good his cell went off. He thought it might be his Dad and quickly pulled away from her and answered it. It wasn’t his father- instead it was the lady in the apartment next to the one they were renting. She had said Sam had broken his arm and she had brought him to the ER. He was alright now, she dropped him back home, and she just wanted to tell him.
Dean cut the date short and dropped her back home before speeding back to the apartment. He needed to make sure Sam was alright. He huffed it up the stairs two at a time- quickly making it to the apartment. Sam was sitting on the couch, cradling a newly cast arm.
“Sammy, are you alright? What happened?” he moved over to his brother, who looked over shocked that his brother was there.
“Uh… I tripped down the stairs ‘cause I wanted to get a soda from the vending machine downstairs. Why are you here…. I thought…” He blushed and looked at the ground.
“Ms. Silverman called me and told me what happened- Dad gave her my cell just in case some shit like this happened. Told me she took you to the ER. I dropped Amy off early and came…” she stopped when he noticed Sam was laughing uncontrollably. “What the hell is so funny?”
“Dean… her name is Amanda. I remember because she introduced herself to me last week after your first couple of dates.” The younger just kept on cracking up, thinking it was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard in his life.
Dean rolled his eyes, “what the fuck ever, you’re more important than her anyway.”
Author: Karesu
Pairing: Wincest
Rating: T [pg-13]
Summary: Dean likes Led Zeppelin, it’s a fact of life. But what no one knows is that for every song- there is a memory.
A/N: DISK TWO! I’ve been trying to finish this set for a while but I actually had time to sit down and WRITE for once. It was amazing. Hope you guys like them. There is a good supply of angst and humor this time around.
Disclaimer: They ain’t mine… as much as I really really wish that they were.
LZ: BS. Disk One Songs 1-5
lZ: BS. Disk One Songs 6-10
LZ: BS. Disk One Songs 11-15
Black Dog- Disk Two- Song One
They had dealt with them many times before, even if they didn’t want to. The thing about it is that instead of an infestation- it was the people’s own damn faults that these things were after them. Sure whatever they wanted was good for ten years- but then your soul gets deported to hell and there you stay for eternity? If you thought bear attacks were brutal, they had nothing on the marks those dogs’s left on you once their teeth sunk in. Not worth it.
… Unless it was, unless your heart ached so bad that you were willing to do anything to make it stop. Anything to stop it, anything to be on top, anything to get your name written in the history books, or anything to get them back. Anything to get them back so instead of your worst fear coming true, they have to live with what you weren’t strong enough to.
Dean didn’t want a life without his brother. He couldn’t fathom it and it scared the shit out of him. When Sammy was in college at least he knew where he was and that he was alive- but he wasn’t anymore. So he risked everything, gave himself away, sold his soul out of fear of being alone.
But now, staring death in the face- after a long year that he still couldn’t muster up the initiative to tell Sam why he had done it. He watched his brother slave over trying to find a way to get rid of the contract- but he knew it wasn’t going to work. He couldn’t tell him he was scared… he couldn’t tell him that losing Sam, Sammy, his little brother was his worst fear. So he joked, snickered, and tried to ignore the growling that reverberated in the back of his skill.
When Lilith was standing there- wearing Ruby’s already borrowed skin- he could hear the growls. He braced himself for the pain, because he knew Sam wouldn’t be able to take her on. He braced himself for Hell, not that anyone could really get over that, and wished he wasn’t such a coward for the millionth time that year.
He couldn’t tell Sammy that he loved him. He just couldn’t.
Over the Hills and Far Away- Disk Two- Song Two
“Ugh, can’t we just STAY somewhere for a while?” Sam bitched as he fell back onto the lumpy motel mattress. He didn’t even know how many of these shit-holes in how many different states he had been in for the last month or so.
“No rest for the wicked.” Dean said, seeming not to be bothered by the many miles the two of them had been putting in. The only thing that fazed him, it seemed, was how the tires on his baby were taking it and the mental tally of when he needed to give her an oil change.
“But we just finished a case, man.” They had been going full force, traveling over Gods-green-earth in some twisted form of salvation that has concocted in Dean’s head. He didn’t understand why he felt that he needed to work them to exhaustion- but truth is that he was. Sam was tired, but not just because the never ending list of jobs. He was tired of how Dean’s face would suddenly twist in pain and he wouldn’t talk about it. He was tired of all the booze his brother was drinking and then insisting nothing was wrong.
“Comes with the territory, bro. Kill one nasty thing and there is the next one biting little Suzie’s head off.” The grin was big, and plastered on, but tinged with a pain that no one else would have noticed. But Sam knew his brother- knew how to read him like the many books he had plowed through over the years.
“Dean…” the name was soft; Sam didn’t have it in him to go through his argument. Not the same argument they have been having for the past month. He used all his energy to get up from the uncomfortable bed and move over to where his brother was standing- turning him so they were facing each other and their lips tenderly met. For a moment the demons behind Dean’s eyes went away.
They kissed with more fury and passion, Dean falling on top of his brother as they clamored onto the bed. They needed this- they wanted this so badly. It was the only reprise they had from the constant hunted, the worrying, and the guilt they had built up. Sam would be able to see his brother finally let go, and Dean could feel in control. He always felt like everything else was falling apart in his life and he couldn’t do anything about it. But now, over Sam, making Sammy moan and scream his name in pleasure he didn’t feel like the world was pressing down on him.
Later when they were both satisfied, Sam curled up and laying his head on Dean’s chest while Dean ran his fingers through the younger male’s hair gently, they just basked in the afterglow.
But Sam finally gave him, since Dean insisted on them going somewhere else to fight and possible get themselves killed in the process he might as well know where it was. “Dean, where are we going?”
Dean gave him a sedate, secretive smile as the words rolled off his tongue in an airy sing-song voice, “over the hills and far far away…”
Immigrant Song- Disk Two- Song Three
“We just have to live in the United States, don’t we?” Sam bemoaned, looking up from the different books he had piled in front of him.
“Don’t even start bitchin’ about the economy; we don’t even have to worry about that.” Dean groaned- staring at Sam from across the room where he was watching one of the Godzilla movies on T.V.
“Yeah we’re worsening it due to our leeching- but lets not get into that shall we? What I’m saying is that when everyone came to the US they brought their stupid legends and curses along with them. I swear I have twelve different legends in front of me, from twelve different countries mind you, trying to figure out exactly what we’re up against and how to get rid of it! If we didn’t live in a place that was so culturally diverse the search for the thing would be much easier. God damned 1492…” Sam ranted before pouring back over his books.
“So… you’re blaming our forefathers because you can’t figure out what the S.O.B. is?” Dean couldn’t help but grin at that- only his Sammy would come to a conclusion like that.
Sam glared at him from across the room, “I hate you so much.”
“Not what you were saying last night, baby boy.” Even from where he was he could still see Sam’s cheeks flush.
The Battle of Evermore- Disk Two- Song Four
The battle never started with them, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to end with them either. It started, technically, with a girl named Eve eating an apple that gave her a terrible headache and she realized that she had nothing on. If you believe in that stuff.
Dean should ask Castiel what Eve is like- if she was even let back into heaven after her offence. But she must have been hot- she carried some sort of gene that trickled down through the centuries to create from pretty fine women. She must have gone right somewhere.
The battle was between good and evil- nothing more or less. But for a battle that claimed to be in the most black and white areas that existed there was certainly a lot of grey mixed into it. Cas wasn’t exactly all mercy and didn’t have that ‘don’t be afraid I’m an angel of the lord’ vide that you got from the bible. Dean hadn’t met God- so he couldn’t exactly compare in that respect. He hadn’t met the devil either- but he hoped that didn’t happen. It’s what he was trying to prevent after all.
So now they were part of the biggest battle in history that had little skirmishes that the majority of people called wars. He didn’t like it- hell he was getting his own gospel written by some psychopath named Chuck- and his brother was going crazy on him.
That’s what bothered him the most- Sam going crazy on him. He wasn’t the same; he had changed since he got back to hell. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but the man that was closest to him seemed to be the farthest away. At first he thought it was him, and in some ways he figured it still was, but there was something more.
But before he could really figure it out, he got thrust back into the war.
Bron-Y-Aur Stomp- Disk Two- Song Five
Dean had been in love before, or at least that’s what he told the girls he stayed with most than a few days. It wasn’t many, but it was enough. There was this one girl he remembered that figured out quickly exactly where she was placed in priority.
He had been with her for about a week and a half; he was stuck at home watching over Sam while their Dad was on a hunt. She was a cute thing: long light brown hair, just the right curve to her figure, and gorgeous blue eyes. She liked his music, and most importantly treated his car almost as well as he did [which was more than he could say for Sam who had scratched the paint a few weeks earlier].
He was on a date with her- the movies watching some horror flick and then to the local hillside for some personal time. But right before things got good his cell went off. He thought it might be his Dad and quickly pulled away from her and answered it. It wasn’t his father- instead it was the lady in the apartment next to the one they were renting. She had said Sam had broken his arm and she had brought him to the ER. He was alright now, she dropped him back home, and she just wanted to tell him.
Dean cut the date short and dropped her back home before speeding back to the apartment. He needed to make sure Sam was alright. He huffed it up the stairs two at a time- quickly making it to the apartment. Sam was sitting on the couch, cradling a newly cast arm.
“Sammy, are you alright? What happened?” he moved over to his brother, who looked over shocked that his brother was there.
“Uh… I tripped down the stairs ‘cause I wanted to get a soda from the vending machine downstairs. Why are you here…. I thought…” He blushed and looked at the ground.
“Ms. Silverman called me and told me what happened- Dad gave her my cell just in case some shit like this happened. Told me she took you to the ER. I dropped Amy off early and came…” she stopped when he noticed Sam was laughing uncontrollably. “What the hell is so funny?”
“Dean… her name is Amanda. I remember because she introduced herself to me last week after your first couple of dates.” The younger just kept on cracking up, thinking it was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard in his life.
Dean rolled his eyes, “what the fuck ever, you’re more important than her anyway.”