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Title: Truth & Consequence
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Prompt: 272: Thanks for Nothing
Summary: They’ve dealt in demons and witchcraft all their lives; Dean should really have known to be careful what he wished for.
It’s like someone opened up a floodgate.
Dean hadn’t realized (or hadn’t paid attention to) how many little, white lies people tell each other daily when he told Sam that the lies had to stop. But now- Now Sam’s stopped telling any of them. And Dean’s realized something else.
Lies exist for a purpose. A whole lot of good purposes on top of the bad.
Lies diffuse confrontations.
(“What? It’s my fault you can’t see a hustle coming? Keep your money away from the pool table, buddy, and you won’t lose any more of it.”)
Lies prevent confrontations from beginning.
(“No. No, I was totally checking her out. Congratulations, by the way. Usually a girl with an ass like that wouldn’t look twice at a guy like you.”)
Lies keep people sane.
“Dean. You told me to stop pretending. So… I’m not pretending anymore.”
Dean wants to beat his head against the nearest hard surface. He does beat his head against the nearest hard surface - but Sam doesn’t disappear or become less naked.
“Well, start. Go back to pretending. What does that have to do with- with this, anyway?”
Sam moves. Dean averts his already mostly averted gaze as Sam stands.
“This… is how I want to be with you, Dean. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
Dean forces a scoff. It sounds more like a scratchy whimper.
“To be naked in a ratty old motel room?”
Sam steps closer. Dean hears him; imagines he can feel the warmth of Sam’s body already. He resists the urge to jump and bail.
“Well. Naked with you in a ratty old motel room,” Sam says, his voice itself a smirk.
“Sam-”
“Now it’s your turn, Dean. Stop lying. Stop acting. You want it too. You’ve wanted it for as long as I have.”
“Sammy-”
Sam steps right in front of him. Dean sets his jaw around the words that want to come out of him at the sight. Sam has the excuse of having no soul at the moment; Dean doesn’t. And when Sam has his soul back…
Sam lays a hand on his cheek and Dean forces his eyes up to Sam’s.
“You wanted the truth about what I feel,” Sam says. “Truth is… I don’t. Not now. But when I’m with you… that’s the only time I want to. That’s got to count for something, Dean. That’s got to earn me a little truth from you.”
“And if it’s not the truth you wanna hear?” Dean asks. He’s not just talking about now.
Sam gets it. He considers his words. He looks down at himself, then back at Dean, a curve to his lips.
“I’ve already done my part to make this happen. If I regret it later, you really think whatever you do is going to make a difference?”
Dean isn’t certain. But he can only resist so much temptation, after so many years-
Sam leans in for a kiss and Dean lies, “I guess not,” and lets him.
Title: Not Part of the Show
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Bryce
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Prompt: 36: It’s Not What You Think
Summary: A movie theater and the question of just who Chuck’s falling in love with this time.
AO3
“I don’t know… Sometimes I think that- I think this stuff is kinda…” Chuck sighs. Now that he’s started talking about it, he’s embarrassed that he did. The potential for this conversation ending badly is relatively high.
“Go on, Chuck.”
“I just think it’s kind of a joke to you. Like you’re- I don’t know… humoring me.”
“Chuck… Why would I do that?”
Chuck shrugs. He does look at Bryce, with his dark earnest eyes that seem to see way too much, way too deep. Maybe Chuck wants to think that all this is just a game. He can’t quite wrap his head around the idea that his Bryce - of the corny old jokes, hours-long video game marathons, and Star Trek trivia - and spy Bryce - of the shooting things and fighting bad guys and regularly saving the world - is the same Bryce. It’s a little scary that someone so tough could be so normal.
Well. Normal for Chuck, anyhow.
“Chuck, we’ve done stuff like this since before I joined the-” Bryce stops.
With his free hand, Chuck fiddles with the straw of the soft drink in his cup holder, embarrassment levels spiking. He can tell that Bryce gets is.
Then Chuck nearly squawks when a hand flashes out and Bryce is suddenly holding Chuck’s chin, turning Chuck’s face towards his own.
Chuck’s heart is beating like mad, but Bryce doesn’t look angry because Chuck’s poking at his cover. He looks… sad. Apologetic? Chuck swallows.
“Chuck, that wasn’t just for cover. This-” Bryce squeezes Chuck’s right hand, which he’s been holding in his since they got in the theater. “This isn’t just a cover.”
A more prideful man… a subtler spy (probably pretty much any spy) would undoubtedly hide how much those words mean to him, but Chuck can’t and doesn’t think to. He knows he’s grinning like an idiot when Bryce grins back at him, amusement in his eyes.
They kiss as the opening previews begin.
When their mouths part again, Chuck is still smiling. “We are here for the Armenian biochemist in the front row, though, right?”
Bryce is smiling, too. “Oh yeah. But we can take him down after the movie.”
“Awesome.”
They feed each other popcorn as the movie proceeds, stopping now and then to argue whether this latest incarnation of George Lucas’s vision is worthy of its Star Wars predecessors.
[end.]
Title: Thanks For The Memories
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Lucifer!Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17/R
Wordcount: 400
Prompt: 148: Memory
WARNING: dark!fic DARK DARK DARK!
Summary: Sam fell into the Hellcage with Lucifer. Dean fell with him.
Everybody knows about Sam and Dean’s grief, their tragic history. Their fractured relationship - all the minor and major betrayals and simple misunderstandings that drove them apart. Everybody knows about their obsession; their desperate attachment to one another - a love and need as akin to pain as insatiable hunger.
They had to know. The demons had to know Sam’s weaknesses so that they could manipulate him through them. The angels had to know Dean’s fears so that they could use them to turn Dean against Sam.
Nobody knows about Sam and Dean’s joy. No demon was there in the quiet, peaceful moments, to witness the instances of easy camaraderie.
The star-gazing. The comfortable silences. The laughter and play.
He knows now - he knows to look back at the things the others looked over. The things that, obviously, were more important to Sam and Dean than anyone could have realized.
He has them revisit those moments of peace and pleasure. If he doesn’t remind them from time to time of what they were, they can not fully appreciate the horror of where they are.
“I’m so glad you decided to jump in after your baby brother at the end,” he tells Dean when Dean wakes and they begin again. “No one deserves to be deserted by his family. No one deserves to be alone.”
He leans across Dean’s prone, bound form, the hooks threaded through Dean’s muscle and tissue digging and tearing as he settles Sam’s body familiarly atop its mate.
Muffled shrieks seep from Dean around the hot coals lodged in his throat and mouth.
“He didn’t want you to be all alone down here with nasty old me,” Lucifer says to the consciousness stirring, scratching at the back of his head. He closes his eyes. “Don’t leave him alone now, Sammy. Wake up and join your brother.”
When Lucifer opens his eyes Sam can see everything he sees.
Lucifer starts this time with his teeth. Screams fill the void in which they are trapped, and echo in his brain.
They stole his only chance to make his brothers see reason. They sabotaged an eternity’s worth of planning; returned him to nothingness.
He can only reflect their memories of happiness back at them when they must be fixed and re-broken - he can’t share in their joy.
But he will subject them to every indulgence of his own.
[ end. ]