Hello! lazy-daze and I have decided that the time for comment-fic is now. In this past episode, Sam and Dean get shwasted Dean says, "I miss these talks." However, we do not see said talk on-screen.
Ma Vie En Peche(1/5)gloveredApril 2 2012, 03:00:56 UTC
SO. I am slow, slow, slow, but am posting this as a second fill! I haven't read the first yet and I'm hoping they are somehow identical, LOL. Also, I entrapped oddishly and had her give it a read over bc she is a kind soul who does these things. While they're sitting in the dark in this office, waiting for the alcohol to kick in, Dean expands on his dream pie. He's got the burn of tequila in his gut and his brother as a somewhat captive audience. Sam had said, "Oh my god Dean," when Dean hit his go-to subject, but now there's a curve of a smile, just there, Dean can see it. It's pretty much the best
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Ma Vie En Peche(2/5)gloveredApril 2 2012, 03:01:20 UTC
Frankly, he thinks as his head spins-- Frankly, this turn of events is surprising. Sam usually suffers Dean's rambling and says things like, "oh my god how much is there actually to say about glaze?" and "you do realize you've been rambling for an hour?" until Dean passes out or is sober enough to have a normal conversation. And when Sam gets drunk along with him, he says things like, "sure go ahead,” and so Dean does, but now it seems as though Dean's worn him down on at least this one subject.
“Alright,” he says, shaking himself out of it.“Party time.”
Sam rewinds one more time and pauses. Yeah, it's a ghost. No surprise there.
What matters is Sam looks really pretty. And he's really smart.
Dean just said the smart part aloud. He says, “Huh, I'm actually kind of drunk,” and pours himself out another glass, then downs it. He looks at the bottle. "What is this? Me likey."
Sam grunts.
Dean feels warmth all throughout, watching the side of Sam's face. He says, "I miss these talks."
Ma Vie En Peche(3/5)gloveredApril 2 2012, 03:01:43 UTC
After splitting with Garth, they ditch town. They drive somewhat aimlessly for two hours northwest until they hit the outskirts of civilization again, strip malls and dive bars. Sam has been hungover all day and gets downright surly when Dean thoughtfully buys him some beef jerky from the seven-eleven. He forces Dean to take them to a real grocery store, bitching about needing actual sustenance. Dean peruses the alcohol aisle
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Ma Vie En Peche(4/5)gloveredApril 2 2012, 03:02:03 UTC
He pulls his jeans back on, somewhat desperately, and a different shirt that smells like Sam because he wasn't paying attention apparently when he reached in the bag. He rubs the towel over his head one more time before tossing it into the corner, and when he steps out, he is about to demand to know who would make a mash-up of two of the greatest songs ever written, and secondly, why Sam is playing it, but Sam looks so entirely guilty that Dean waits. He clears his throat
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Ma Vie En Peche(5/5)gloveredApril 2 2012, 03:02:25 UTC
Dean is somehow caught off guard, despite having blatantly stared at Sam for three minutes. He says,“Huh?”
“I know it's code. Every time you talk about pie it's like, it's like you're talking about something big. So spill.”
“It's not....” Dean starts, but Sam's expression is so randomly hopeful that he can't pass it off as nothing. He was in the shower two minutes ago thinking things were looking up, and then he was lured out with fruit, not even wearing his own shirt, into this trap where Sam is going to feel like shit and Dean's world will probably end.
Dean feels lightheaded with the reality of it and says, with the tremulous sincerity of a man who knows his greatest crime is also the one he believes in most, "I do love pie.”
Sam makes a noise, like you're lying, why would you lie to me but Dean catches his gaze and says, “I do love pie but I tell you about this shit because I can't just....” He takes a deep breath, a billion years of repression making his voice break. “You know
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It's true, Dean does tend to flag down random strangers and talk to them about how he's in love with his brother Sam.
Just the thought of Dean realizing that he's enjoyed hanging with Sam and being in a good mood and having a long shower is making me all warm and fuzzy, and that's even without the pie-baking and declarations of love part.
Sam has better control over the tendency when he's fully himself, but it's clearly canon from what Gwen said in 6.1 that robo!Sam had none of Sam's inhibitions in this matter and talked everyone's ears off about how he was in soulless!love with his brother Dean.
Oh, oh, this was perfectttt *___* Deannnnnnn and Sam and them. Gah, thank you! If my heart were a pie, it would be baked and warm and oozing with love for everything this is. It's 2:30am. I'm allowed to talk like this. *_*
I STILL CAN'T PICK A LINE I LOVE BEST. But you should know that Dean loves catching Sam in the act. THERE ARE WHOLE UNIVERSES IN MY HEAD ABOUT THIS FACT. I love that Dean loves catching Sam in the act. Like, would marry it. Or at least spend 7-10 years thinking about marrying it before throwing it off for First order of business, Dean licks the sugar off of Sam's jaw. *__________________________*
SEVEN TO TEN YEARS THINKING ABOUT MARRYING IT. AND THEN THROWING IT ASIDE. This makes you sound very inconstant like the moon but I am very happy that you liked thisssss.
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Frankly, he thinks as his head spins-- Frankly, this turn of events is surprising. Sam usually suffers Dean's rambling and says things like, "oh my god how much is there actually to say about glaze?" and "you do realize you've been rambling for an hour?" until Dean passes out or is sober enough to have a normal conversation. And when Sam gets drunk along with him, he says things like, "sure go ahead,” and so Dean does, but now it seems as though Dean's worn him down on at least this one subject.
“Alright,” he says, shaking himself out of it.“Party time.”
Sam rewinds one more time and pauses. Yeah, it's a ghost. No surprise there.
What matters is Sam looks really pretty. And he's really smart.
Dean just said the smart part aloud. He says, “Huh, I'm actually kind of drunk,” and pours himself out another glass, then downs it. He looks at the bottle. "What is this? Me likey."
Sam grunts.
Dean feels warmth all throughout, watching the side of Sam's face. He says, "I miss these talks."
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“I know it's code. Every time you talk about pie it's like, it's like you're talking about something big. So spill.”
“It's not....” Dean starts, but Sam's expression is so randomly hopeful that he can't pass it off as nothing. He was in the shower two minutes ago thinking things were looking up, and then he was lured out with fruit, not even wearing his own shirt, into this trap where Sam is going to feel like shit and Dean's world will probably end.
Dean feels lightheaded with the reality of it and says, with the tremulous sincerity of a man who knows his greatest crime is also the one he believes in most, "I do love pie.”
Sam makes a noise, like you're lying, why would you lie to me but Dean catches his gaze and says, “I do love pie but I tell you about this shit because I can't just....” He takes a deep breath, a billion years of repression making his voice break. “You know ( ... )
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Just the thought of Dean realizing that he's enjoyed hanging with Sam and being in a good mood and having a long shower is making me all warm and fuzzy, and that's even without the pie-baking and declarations of love part.
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This is trufax canon.
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