FIC: La Oscura Mansion de la Vida (1/1) COMPLETE

[kimonkey7]

Title: La Oscura Mansion de la Vida
Author: kimonkey7
Rating: R for language, implied sexual situations
Pairing: gen, Dean and Sam, Bobby, implied OFC
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn it.
SPOILERS: Takes place late season two, non-specific.

Summary: Death, dear to my heart, don't abandon me, protect me, and don't let Dean have one moment of peace; keep him

Comments

[girlfan1979]

He reeks of smoke and booze and sex, and Sam scrunches his nose, turns his head toward the rough pillow case.

I really love your ability to capture a moment.

Sam notices a bolo of scarlet hickies strung round his brother’s neck and across his throat.

And I envy your descriptions more than a little.

“You’re not gonna call her back?”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t know, common courtesy?”

“Jesus,” Dean sneered, tugging his laces into double knots, “you got a lot to learn about chicks.”

Like, when not to listen to his older brother's asinine advice?

Dean is at my feet, humiliated and repentant

Kinky!

“Coupla pieces of bread with some stuff in between ‘em. You’ll figure it out,” says Bobby, chin aiming Dean into the kitchen under

threat of grievous harm.

I love Bobby.

“Chervil?” Sam asks.

I'm pretty sure that's not used in witchcraft, Sam.

At least not terribly commonly.

“Shit, Bobby,” Sam laughs, head shaking, “the year we’ve had? Dean can get out of a set of cuffs with a piece of lint and a kitten

whisker. He practiced every day for two solid months after Baltimore.”

Awesome description, and great humor.

Dean’s a hundred shades of understanding when Bobby and Sam assure him the reason they’re not getting a table is because they want to

keep making good time to El Paso.

I'll just bet he is!

You have such a way of making him at once kind of "deserving" (not that, all joking aside, anyone deserves that) of having a love-spell

cast on his wandering ass, and yet completely sympathetic in his plight.

then snatches away his hands as his brother dive-bombs the food. Within seconds, there’s half a roast chicken snared in Dean’s jaw

Again, just a fabulous description.

fingers sueding over her cheeks

Such imagery.

“Sam! Goddamnit! Have you been eatin’ Bar-B-Q in the backseat of my car?”

Good to see Dean's got his priorities back!

[kimonkey7]

I think what Dean does next is demand HE get some Bar-B-Q...and then he goes and picks up a chick in a bar.

*nods*

He's a thick-skulled one, our Dean.

Still love 'im, though. :)

Thanks for reading!

[kimonkey7]

Thanks, my dear. :)

I was saying up above, to Jo, I like playing that line of deserving/undeserving with Dean, because let's face it...he can be a pig.

But, yeah. CHicks can get a little CRAZY, too. :)

Thanks for reading!