fic from left field
Title: I protect him
Ficverse: SPN
Series: SPN comment!fic
Rating: PG
Length: 400 ish
Characters: Dean ... sort of.
Prompted and posted: from 1.13, Route 666
Cassie: Why didn't you tell me?
Mrs. Robinson: I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect.
Notes: I do not know where this one came from. Just kind of ambushed me on the way home this evening. I was going to stop at the first three, but it was lacking the point, and then Sam piped up and it all became clear. Thanks, Sam.
Warnings/Spoiler: up to 6.01
Feedback: let's hear it. The good, the bad, the ugly....
I am steel and chrome, rubber and grease, fuel and fire, speed and release.
I carry him where he hunts, cradle him while he sleeps, embrace him when he loves.
I keep faith as home and as fortress. I wrap my frame around the impact. I stand under his blows that rupture and his hands that restore. I give him my shape and shine and tune to tend and forget to worry for a little while, just a little while.
I protect him.
I am leather and thread, sweat and scent, slaughter and tannin, flex and endurance.
I break the wind from his back, slide the rain from his neck, hold the heat of his skin in mine.
I turn claws and fangs. I fold away the pieces of his life, tools of his trade. I serve as pillow or as blanket. I drape him in whispers of yesteryear, odors of the father never truly faded.
I protect him.
I am stainless steel and ivory, spring and hammer, powder and violence, sight and grip.
I join to his hand, bark to his pull, bite upon the line of his eye.
I spit death and purification. I battle furious and relentless at his wielding. I am true and straight, I come at his call. I put down those that come against him. I never jam.
I protect him.
I am lips and eyes, curves and skin, strength and vulnerability, woman and lover.
I welcome him into my home, invite him into my life, draw him into my body.
I feed him and touch him and tell him he is alive. I hold vigil over his sleep and shake him from his nightmares and kiss him in his darkness. I grant him haven in silence and space, a family with no cruel questions. I take him as he is.
I protect him.
I am burden and meaning, cursed and retrieved, hunter and monster, counterpart and brother.
I anchored him in the chaos, drove him through the fight, broke him with my failures.
I killed for him and died for him. I dragged Lucifer into the Pit for him. I gave him a true home on the power of a promise, a family who do not destroy him. I watch his perimeter and prowl the land, accumulate allies and hunt evil. I become what I must to make the world safe for him. I stay away from him.
I protect him.
Ficverse: SPN
Series: SPN comment!fic
Rating: PG
Length: 400 ish
Characters: Dean ... sort of.
Prompted and posted: from 1.13, Route 666
Cassie: Why didn't you tell me?
Mrs. Robinson: I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect.
Notes: I do not know where this one came from. Just kind of ambushed me on the way home this evening. I was going to stop at the first three, but it was lacking the point, and then Sam piped up and it all became clear. Thanks, Sam.
Warnings/Spoiler: up to 6.01
Feedback: let's hear it. The good, the bad, the ugly....
I am steel and chrome, rubber and grease, fuel and fire, speed and release.
I carry him where he hunts, cradle him while he sleeps, embrace him when he loves.
I keep faith as home and as fortress. I wrap my frame around the impact. I stand under his blows that rupture and his hands that restore. I give him my shape and shine and tune to tend and forget to worry for a little while, just a little while.
I protect him.
I am leather and thread, sweat and scent, slaughter and tannin, flex and endurance.
I break the wind from his back, slide the rain from his neck, hold the heat of his skin in mine.
I turn claws and fangs. I fold away the pieces of his life, tools of his trade. I serve as pillow or as blanket. I drape him in whispers of yesteryear, odors of the father never truly faded.
I protect him.
I am stainless steel and ivory, spring and hammer, powder and violence, sight and grip.
I join to his hand, bark to his pull, bite upon the line of his eye.
I spit death and purification. I battle furious and relentless at his wielding. I am true and straight, I come at his call. I put down those that come against him. I never jam.
I protect him.
I am lips and eyes, curves and skin, strength and vulnerability, woman and lover.
I welcome him into my home, invite him into my life, draw him into my body.
I feed him and touch him and tell him he is alive. I hold vigil over his sleep and shake him from his nightmares and kiss him in his darkness. I grant him haven in silence and space, a family with no cruel questions. I take him as he is.
I protect him.
I am burden and meaning, cursed and retrieved, hunter and monster, counterpart and brother.
I anchored him in the chaos, drove him through the fight, broke him with my failures.
I killed for him and died for him. I dragged Lucifer into the Pit for him. I gave him a true home on the power of a promise, a family who do not destroy him. I watch his perimeter and prowl the land, accumulate allies and hunt evil. I become what I must to make the world safe for him. I stay away from him.
I protect him.