SPN Fanfic: Your Heroes Left Unsung

[caffienekitty]

Title: Your Heroes Left Unsung
Characters: Dean, Sam, bikers
Rating: GEN, PG-13 (Some R-rated language)
Word Count: 1900-ish
Warnings: CAUTION: Contains excessive drunkenness and Bette Midler. Set in Season 3 somewhere, so spoilers for that. Angst, silliness, brotherly schmoop.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm not a biker, and I've never sung

Comments

[brigid_tanner]

Awesome! Love drunk Sam singing karaoke to tell Dean he loves him. And the bikers liking it. He's gonna feel like shit in the morning, but Dean will take care of him. Wish Dean would believe he's a hero.

[caffienekitty]

Wish Dean would believe he's a hero.

You, me, and the entire fandom, I think. Boy needs some self-esteem, and not the fake kind he uses as armor.

[brigid_tanner]

But would we love him as much if he *did* realize he's a hero? I think part of his appeal is that he doesn't believe it.

[labseraph]

I love, I love, I fuckin' love how slyly you insert the angst and emo in such a hilarious fic. Thank God I wasn't reading this at work or people would be wondering why the hell am I convulsing on the floor with laughter.

You. ROCK. So. Hard.

[caffienekitty]

I don't usually do much angst and emo either, so I'm glad that worked. :-)

[iamstealthyone]

I enjoyed this a lot, from Dean wanting to teach Sam how to hustle pool better to drunk!Sam singing Bette Midler to the heartfelt sentiment at the end. Very nicely done.

Favorite lines:

He was fully aware that Sam's pool-playing ability was okay, but his people-playing ability was crap. Sam always focussed too much on the game itself, making the balls clack around the table and into the pockets to play the people.

This totally sounds like the way Sam would approach it.

Beat a guy at pool and make him believe it was a friendly game and just a bad break that kept him from winning, he'd hand over his money, buy you a beer, and sometimes try to hook you up with his sister.

*g*

where Sam clutched a microphone stand and howled.

"Did you ever knoooow that you're my heeeerooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

I love this image!

On the way through, he noted most of them were armed, all of them were looking at the stage and quite a few had their lighters out and were swaying in time to the music.

*snickers*

"Cristo?" Dean muttered

[caffienekitty]

*g* Yeah, that’d maybe make this all easier, huh? *pets traumatized!Dean*

Heh, yeah, because rather than accepting a genuinue outpouring of emotion and gratitude from Sam, Dean would find it much easier to believe that his brother is instead posessed by a demon. :-)

[dendritejungle]

Aaaawwwwww!!! *smishes story*

broad in a way that meant muscle and quick in a way that meant he knew what to do with it.

Wonderful line!

At first he thought, "Who the hell sings Bette Midler in a biker bar?" completely bypassing the initial questions of "Why is there karaoke in a biker bar?" and "Is someone getting tortured?" as his subconscious had done some subliminal prioritizing for him.

God, I heart your brain. *can't stop giggling*

[caffienekitty]

Thank you! My brain needed hearted. :-)

[july_july_july]

"Your brother's telling you he loves you, asshole. Shut up and fuckin' appreciate it."

Laughing my ass off, over here. Biker bar karaoke FTW!

[caffienekitty]

Hee, thank you!