[Fic] candle_beck: Ascalon
[ Sam/Dean ]
Title: Ascalon
Writer:candle_beck
Alternate links:[ podfic read by candle_beck]
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings:Sam & Dean
Rating: PG13
Warnings, kinks & contents: none
Length: 9200
Summary: little story about dragons.
Reccer's notes: The only second person narrative that I have ever fallen for.
This is perfectly written, again candle_beck comes up trumps. The voices are perfect, the images crystal clear , the prose is poetry.
[Short excerpt]This is in Nova Scotia. The western shore, way the hell up north a couple hours away from a place called Meat Cove, and Dean has been making jokes about that for three days straight. You'd be more irritated by him if you weren't so goddamn cold.
The wind has whipped up vivid color on Dean's face, made starker by the bleakness of everything around, the whitened late-winter sky and old metal shade of the ocean. Dean is set against it like a highway flare at night. You can't feel anything where your skin is exposed, face and hands made of wood, blood chilled and jamming in your veins. You'd like to get off this cliff already.
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Dean is easy at first glance.
He operates on four basic tenets, his own elements: loyalty and justice and hunger and desire, in roughly that order. That stuff you know real well. You've been studying him your whole life, and now you're his echo. You see a look on his face, that break in his eyebrows, that sneered give of his mouth, and you feel it a split second later, sharp as hail. It's an old wound, pain from a phantom limb, and you don't mind it because it lets you read Dean like your once-broken wrist reads the weather.