you are not that pure, sir
Answers to the mini-dvd commentary meme. The offer is still open, if you're interested after this scintillating discussion. *snerk* I had fun, anyway.
For little_missmimi
Back from the Great Beyond (The Velvet Underground Overdub) (Supernatural)
He heads back into the room, pulls the shades, tapes them shut, with the same methodical determination he uses to salt the sills and the threshold. Can't fuck this up, or it'll be months before they're together again. Sam's stubborn as the red cliffs of the canyon, and Dean hasn't had millennia to work away at him, ease the grooves and smooth the sharp edges. Dean hasn't had enough time for anything, though he knows all the time he's got now is a gift, and one he wants to use to the fullest, if only Sam would let him.
Most of this stuff comes from the original story - Dean seals the windows so Sam doesn't accidentally see him, I guess, and Dean is over the whole thing, he just wants to see Sam and for Sam to see him after five years of playing this game. But he knows Sam is too stubborn to give in easily. I use that imagery a lot - rocks being worn away by water. Who is the rock and who is the water often depends on the story (except in Firefly, where River is always the water, and Simon is often the rock. Does that count as a bad pun?)
He hears the truck rattle into the parking lot; Sam takes care of her, but Dean can never resist busting his balls about keeping her tuned up, making sure her oil's changed.
The Morse code knock--dot-dot-dot, dot-dash, dash-dash--earliest signal they ever learned from Dad, at the door, and then Sam's filling the room. Somehow, after weeks apart, Dean always forgets how huge Sam is, how he fills up the space around him as if he owns it, and doesn't always know where all his limbs are, even now, like a big fluffy puppy sprawling on the floor, begging for affection.
The "dot-dot-dot, dot-dash, dash-dash" is from the original story - it spells "Sam." And I am always up for a reminder that while Dean is tall and nicely filled out, Sam is GIGANTIC. And also kind of dorky. Sam=puppy in fandom, and this was just an explicit acknowledgement of that, and also of the idea that sometimes he does flail around like a fawn trying to get control of its legs.
He's got that stupid knit cap pulled down over his eyes and he smells like sweat and grit and fried food, and Dean licks the taste of peppermint lifesavers out of his mouth, stale coffee and heat underneath the sting of cool mint. Sam's huge, warm hands slide under the hem of Dean's shirt, along the skin of his waist, his belly, the small of his back, and Dean growls low into his mouth.
This is kind of my bog-standard kissing description. I always make Sam have minty flavors and for some reason, Dean often favors cinnamon gum in my stories. I don't even know. It just seems important to me that they have a specific flavor of gum they prefer.
They stumble towards the bed, unbuckling belts and shoving shirts and jeans out of the way so they can fall together in a desperate tumble on the cool cotton sheets. Dean lines up their hips, tongue licking at the sweat sliding down Sam's neck, pooling in the notch between his collarbones, and Sam thrusts up against him, moaning. They rock into each other, fitting together like a bullet being chambered, and Dean presses his face to the
I am very fond of using gun metaphors when I write Sam/Dean porn. It seems fitting.
crook of Sam's neck, breathes him in, sweaty, warm and familiar. It's hard and fast and sweet, Sam's fingers twining through his as they stroke and rub together, slick with sweat and pre-come, and it's over too damn soon.
Later, at the canyon, Sam is turned half-towards him, unable to see the awesome sight spread before them, and Dean's seen it often enough now that he spends the whole time staring at Sam. He reaches up, runs his thumb over Sam's lower lip, winning a smile that makes his heart ache.
I think this is also kind of a metaphor for their situation - they've got this huge beautiful thing that Sam can't look at and Dean won't because he's too busy looking at Sam. At least, that's how I meant it here. I don't know what the original author intended.
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For
elliemurasaki
We Killed Yamamoto (Supernatural)
The question is on the tip of his tongue, but he can't bring himself to ask it. He knows one small I'm sorry can't make up for everything he's done, not even with Dean, who's never been able to stay mad at him.
"There's nothing on the news yet," Dean says, snapping off the television as they crawl into bed, "but that fire is going to be a story in the morning." He curls up on his side, one hand under his pillow, no doubt clutching the hilt of Ruby's knife, and faces Sam. "Bobby thinks we should fly out." His face twists in irritation. "I think he's right."
Well, I didn't get anything right, did I? Except that they'd fly. And clearly they rented at car at BWI.
"Stop," Sam says, and he hates how needy he sounds. "Just--stop, Dean."
"Can't stop, Sammy. Got an apocalypse to take care of."
I think this is pretty characteristic of Dean - can't stop, can't think, or he'll just break down and cry and never get up again. So he keeps going forward, like a shark, takes whatever life throws at him and asks what's next.
"An apocalypse I started."
"We."
"What?"
"An apocalypse we started." Dean shifts closer; Sam can feel the heat he radiates and is helpless not to turn towards it. It's been a while since they've shared a bed, and Sam has missed it, even though Dean is annoying with all his shifting and moving and pillow-punching. "If I hadn't broken the first seal, you couldn't have broken the last."
I really wish they'd shown us Dean telling Sam about it, but I always figured he had, or he would early on in s5. Because I think this is true - I don't blame either of them for the actual seal-breaking - they didn't know, after all - but they both made a series of poor decisions that led them to where they are now (and they were both misled and lied to), so they both have to take some responsibility for fixing it.
"I--You--"
"Just go to sleep now, Sam."
"You'll most likely kill me in the morning?" It pops out, bitter and wry, before Sam can stop it. At least he still has his sense of humor.
This was total serendipity - I didn't plan it at all, so when I realized I could use it, I was all \o/ Princess Bride reference! Yay! I do think Sam would blurt it out like that, too.
"What?"
"I got your message."
Good lord, show! Please to address this dangling plot point sometime soon. Because Sam thinks Dean gave up on him and wanted to kill him, and Dean thinks Sam ignored his overture and chose Ruby over him yet again. It is a problem that needs airing out so it can be fixed!
Dean goes completely still and for a few seconds the only sound in the room is the rasp of their breathing. "I know I promised you a beatdown, but I'll take a raincheck. I'm too tired right now. Take care of it after we send Lucifer back to the pit."
Again, this is Dean focusing on the task at hand, and willing to let other stuff slide until the most urgent thing is taken care of.Smart!Dean ftw! Putting together the pieces that the reason he was allowed to make the call was so that Zachariah could screw with it. I know some people think Ruby did it, but did we ever see her manipulate messages like that? Whereas we know Castiel faked Bobby's voice on the phone and clearly the angels have some serious mojo. Also, why allow the first call but not the second? So my theory is it has to be Zachariah who did it.
"What?"
"Zachariah. He said you had your part to play, and he'd make sure you played it." Dean shoves himself out of the bed, sweeps the brochures and the remote off the bedside table with a vicious swing of his hand. "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker, and I'm gonna enjoy it." He bends down to pick up the remote and then turns to look at Sam. "This whole time, you thought I was planning to kill you? Jesus, Sam, that's fucked up."
I needed Dean to do something physical to show his anger, and I liked the image of him sweeping the notepad and pen and remote off the night table. Of course, the only bit he cares about is the remote, so he picks that back up.
Sam looks down at his hands, dark against the white sheets. "What part of this isn't fucked up?"
Dean snorts. "Fair enough."
Story of their lives, yeah?
***
Last night, I dreamt that two fangirls had moved into my bedroom in my parents house, while I was trying to live in it, and they were moving my stuff around and taking over my space and I was an unhappy camper, and my parents were like, "but we were just trying to help!"
I don't even know what to do with that. I just know that I woke up disgruntled and er, have remained so. My gruntle has been dissed. Or something.
***
I'm not a Yankees fan, but I thought they were kind of adorable last night. And I really don't like the Phillies, though I think they are a really good team, so I can't be too upset with the outcome.
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New show tonight! YAY! I am looking forward to this one a lot. Plus, new Bones, too!
Ah, tv, never leave me!
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For little_missmimi
Back from the Great Beyond (The Velvet Underground Overdub) (Supernatural)
He heads back into the room, pulls the shades, tapes them shut, with the same methodical determination he uses to salt the sills and the threshold. Can't fuck this up, or it'll be months before they're together again. Sam's stubborn as the red cliffs of the canyon, and Dean hasn't had millennia to work away at him, ease the grooves and smooth the sharp edges. Dean hasn't had enough time for anything, though he knows all the time he's got now is a gift, and one he wants to use to the fullest, if only Sam would let him.
Most of this stuff comes from the original story - Dean seals the windows so Sam doesn't accidentally see him, I guess, and Dean is over the whole thing, he just wants to see Sam and for Sam to see him after five years of playing this game. But he knows Sam is too stubborn to give in easily. I use that imagery a lot - rocks being worn away by water. Who is the rock and who is the water often depends on the story (except in Firefly, where River is always the water, and Simon is often the rock. Does that count as a bad pun?)
He hears the truck rattle into the parking lot; Sam takes care of her, but Dean can never resist busting his balls about keeping her tuned up, making sure her oil's changed.
The Morse code knock--dot-dot-dot, dot-dash, dash-dash--earliest signal they ever learned from Dad, at the door, and then Sam's filling the room. Somehow, after weeks apart, Dean always forgets how huge Sam is, how he fills up the space around him as if he owns it, and doesn't always know where all his limbs are, even now, like a big fluffy puppy sprawling on the floor, begging for affection.
The "dot-dot-dot, dot-dash, dash-dash" is from the original story - it spells "Sam." And I am always up for a reminder that while Dean is tall and nicely filled out, Sam is GIGANTIC. And also kind of dorky. Sam=puppy in fandom, and this was just an explicit acknowledgement of that, and also of the idea that sometimes he does flail around like a fawn trying to get control of its legs.
He's got that stupid knit cap pulled down over his eyes and he smells like sweat and grit and fried food, and Dean licks the taste of peppermint lifesavers out of his mouth, stale coffee and heat underneath the sting of cool mint. Sam's huge, warm hands slide under the hem of Dean's shirt, along the skin of his waist, his belly, the small of his back, and Dean growls low into his mouth.
This is kind of my bog-standard kissing description. I always make Sam have minty flavors and for some reason, Dean often favors cinnamon gum in my stories. I don't even know. It just seems important to me that they have a specific flavor of gum they prefer.
They stumble towards the bed, unbuckling belts and shoving shirts and jeans out of the way so they can fall together in a desperate tumble on the cool cotton sheets. Dean lines up their hips, tongue licking at the sweat sliding down Sam's neck, pooling in the notch between his collarbones, and Sam thrusts up against him, moaning. They rock into each other, fitting together like a bullet being chambered, and Dean presses his face to the
I am very fond of using gun metaphors when I write Sam/Dean porn. It seems fitting.
crook of Sam's neck, breathes him in, sweaty, warm and familiar. It's hard and fast and sweet, Sam's fingers twining through his as they stroke and rub together, slick with sweat and pre-come, and it's over too damn soon.
Later, at the canyon, Sam is turned half-towards him, unable to see the awesome sight spread before them, and Dean's seen it often enough now that he spends the whole time staring at Sam. He reaches up, runs his thumb over Sam's lower lip, winning a smile that makes his heart ache.
I think this is also kind of a metaphor for their situation - they've got this huge beautiful thing that Sam can't look at and Dean won't because he's too busy looking at Sam. At least, that's how I meant it here. I don't know what the original author intended.
***
For
elliemurasaki
We Killed Yamamoto (Supernatural)
The question is on the tip of his tongue, but he can't bring himself to ask it. He knows one small I'm sorry can't make up for everything he's done, not even with Dean, who's never been able to stay mad at him.
"There's nothing on the news yet," Dean says, snapping off the television as they crawl into bed, "but that fire is going to be a story in the morning." He curls up on his side, one hand under his pillow, no doubt clutching the hilt of Ruby's knife, and faces Sam. "Bobby thinks we should fly out." His face twists in irritation. "I think he's right."
Well, I didn't get anything right, did I? Except that they'd fly. And clearly they rented at car at BWI.
"Stop," Sam says, and he hates how needy he sounds. "Just--stop, Dean."
"Can't stop, Sammy. Got an apocalypse to take care of."
I think this is pretty characteristic of Dean - can't stop, can't think, or he'll just break down and cry and never get up again. So he keeps going forward, like a shark, takes whatever life throws at him and asks what's next.
"An apocalypse I started."
"We."
"What?"
"An apocalypse we started." Dean shifts closer; Sam can feel the heat he radiates and is helpless not to turn towards it. It's been a while since they've shared a bed, and Sam has missed it, even though Dean is annoying with all his shifting and moving and pillow-punching. "If I hadn't broken the first seal, you couldn't have broken the last."
I really wish they'd shown us Dean telling Sam about it, but I always figured he had, or he would early on in s5. Because I think this is true - I don't blame either of them for the actual seal-breaking - they didn't know, after all - but they both made a series of poor decisions that led them to where they are now (and they were both misled and lied to), so they both have to take some responsibility for fixing it.
"I--You--"
"Just go to sleep now, Sam."
"You'll most likely kill me in the morning?" It pops out, bitter and wry, before Sam can stop it. At least he still has his sense of humor.
This was total serendipity - I didn't plan it at all, so when I realized I could use it, I was all \o/ Princess Bride reference! Yay! I do think Sam would blurt it out like that, too.
"What?"
"I got your message."
Good lord, show! Please to address this dangling plot point sometime soon. Because Sam thinks Dean gave up on him and wanted to kill him, and Dean thinks Sam ignored his overture and chose Ruby over him yet again. It is a problem that needs airing out so it can be fixed!
Dean goes completely still and for a few seconds the only sound in the room is the rasp of their breathing. "I know I promised you a beatdown, but I'll take a raincheck. I'm too tired right now. Take care of it after we send Lucifer back to the pit."
Again, this is Dean focusing on the task at hand, and willing to let other stuff slide until the most urgent thing is taken care of.Smart!Dean ftw! Putting together the pieces that the reason he was allowed to make the call was so that Zachariah could screw with it. I know some people think Ruby did it, but did we ever see her manipulate messages like that? Whereas we know Castiel faked Bobby's voice on the phone and clearly the angels have some serious mojo. Also, why allow the first call but not the second? So my theory is it has to be Zachariah who did it.
"What?"
"Zachariah. He said you had your part to play, and he'd make sure you played it." Dean shoves himself out of the bed, sweeps the brochures and the remote off the bedside table with a vicious swing of his hand. "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker, and I'm gonna enjoy it." He bends down to pick up the remote and then turns to look at Sam. "This whole time, you thought I was planning to kill you? Jesus, Sam, that's fucked up."
I needed Dean to do something physical to show his anger, and I liked the image of him sweeping the notepad and pen and remote off the night table. Of course, the only bit he cares about is the remote, so he picks that back up.
Sam looks down at his hands, dark against the white sheets. "What part of this isn't fucked up?"
Dean snorts. "Fair enough."
Story of their lives, yeah?
***
Last night, I dreamt that two fangirls had moved into my bedroom in my parents house, while I was trying to live in it, and they were moving my stuff around and taking over my space and I was an unhappy camper, and my parents were like, "but we were just trying to help!"
I don't even know what to do with that. I just know that I woke up disgruntled and er, have remained so. My gruntle has been dissed. Or something.
***
I'm not a Yankees fan, but I thought they were kind of adorable last night. And I really don't like the Phillies, though I think they are a really good team, so I can't be too upset with the outcome.
***
New show tonight! YAY! I am looking forward to this one a lot. Plus, new Bones, too!
Ah, tv, never leave me!
***
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