alcoholic!Dean, enabler!Sam and Cas S.6roque_clasiqueJanuary 30 2011, 15:57:59 UTC
I'm literally gonna cut and paste from my holiday wishlist - is that legal?
- Both Sam and Cas have, at certain times during S6, been enabling Dean's drinking problem in an attempt to calm him down. I'd like to see something tactfully exploring this: every time he's riled-up, they pour him a drink and say hey, relax, drink this, not realizing (b/c angel and soulless) that it might be BAD FOR HIM. I'd like to see a fic where they get a reality check regarding Dean's (functional) alcoholism, and their own strange relationship to it.
And to quote honeylocusttrees: Please something more nuanced and in-depth than "drunk on a hunt, someone gets hurt, etc."
Re: alcoholic!Dean, enabler!Sam and Cas S.6evitablyFebruary 1 2011, 19:17:52 UTC
Is it all right if it's not strictly gen but had undertones of either Sam/Dean or Dean/Castiel? I doubt it would go much further than undertones, and I really do love the prompt!
Filled: Together (gen)honeylocusttreeFebruary 4 2011, 16:50:03 UTC
I wasn't going to actually write anything for this one. And then...I did.
Still suck at the 'comfort' part, though. And it's probably not really what you had in mind with this prompt. Still, c'est la vie!
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The church bells are a long way away, but Sam can still hear them from inside the room. It’s Sunday morning, and Castiel’s gone outside to collect Dean, bring him in out of the snow. Delicate flakes are still falling sporadically, and Sam sees the angel pause, briefly, on the front porch of the old house, and tilt his head slightly toward the distant ringing.
It takes a few minutes to get Dean back indoors, and his bare feet are seared pink by the cold. He stands on the coarse wood floor and brushes snow out of his hair with an expression of vague annoyance, and Sam’s the one who winds up dragging him to the sofa and more or less forcing him to sit. He’s also the one who goes into the kitchen and rustles up the coffee and so he’s halfway through the doorway back into the main room when he sees
( ... )
Re: Filled: Together (gen) 2/2honeylocusttreeFebruary 4 2011, 16:52:07 UTC
When he goes to find Dean later, it’s sort of the same. Dean’s sitting at the bottom of the house’s steep wooden staircase, patiently stitching up a busted seam on a worn pair of jeans. He’s freshly showered and scrubbed and got his shoes on, but there’s still a tang in the air. Just on the very edge, as if it’s clinging to the dark walls and the dry, roughened wood of the banister. It’s Sam’s jeans he’s stitching, fingers deft and steady, eyes fixed in concentration.
“Where’s Cas?” Sam manages to make his voice calm, almost indifferent. If Dean notices the edge Sam’s trying his damnest to keep under wraps, he makes no sign. Just glances up, favors him with a brief, honest smile, and goes back to his chore.
“Flapped off on urgent business, same as always. Can’t believe he stuck around this long.”
“Yeah,” Sam murmurs, and looks back at the living room, at the battered sofa and the glass still sitting on the table, empty and softly radiant in the late morning sun. It’s probably got the angel’s fingerprints on it. And Dean’s. And Sam’s
( ... )
Re: Filled: Together (gen) 2/2roque_clasiqueFebruary 4 2011, 17:34:03 UTC
Oh, this is exactly what I wanted from this prompt! (I'm not much for comfort, myself). I love the slight air of mystery surrounding this -- where are they? What's happened? What's wrong with Dean? Very bleak, not entirely hopeless but not entirely fixable, either... Fabulously done, thank you.
Re: Filled: Together (gen) 2/2honeylocusttreeFebruary 5 2011, 00:31:06 UTC
So glad it works! This was sort of spur-of-the-moment--I'd thought about it on and off in an amorphous sort of way and then all of a sudden, it was all written down. So...
I may or may not expand on this in the future--go back and fill in all those little details I just couldn't be bothered with on this go-round. But not knowing these things does seem to work in this context, for whatever reason...*phew!*
- Both Sam and Cas have, at certain times during S6, been enabling Dean's drinking problem in an attempt to calm him down. I'd like to see something tactfully exploring this: every time he's riled-up, they pour him a drink and say hey, relax, drink this, not realizing (b/c angel and soulless) that it might be BAD FOR HIM. I'd like to see a fic where they get a reality check regarding Dean's (functional) alcoholism, and their own strange relationship to it.
And to quote honeylocusttrees: Please something more nuanced and in-depth than "drunk on a hunt, someone gets hurt, etc."
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I still really like this prompt.
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Still suck at the 'comfort' part, though. And it's probably not really what you had in mind with this prompt. Still, c'est la vie!
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Together
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The church bells are a long way away, but Sam can still hear them from inside the room. It’s Sunday morning, and Castiel’s gone outside to collect Dean, bring him in out of the snow. Delicate flakes are still falling sporadically, and Sam sees the angel pause, briefly, on the front porch of the old house, and tilt his head slightly toward the distant ringing.
It takes a few minutes to get Dean back indoors, and his bare feet are seared pink by the cold. He stands on the coarse wood floor and brushes snow out of his hair with an expression of vague annoyance, and Sam’s the one who winds up dragging him to the sofa and more or less forcing him to sit.
He’s also the one who goes into the kitchen and rustles up the coffee and so he’s halfway through the doorway back into the main room when he sees ( ... )
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“Where’s Cas?” Sam manages to make his voice calm, almost indifferent. If Dean notices the edge Sam’s trying his damnest to keep under wraps, he makes no sign. Just glances up, favors him with a brief, honest smile, and goes back to his chore.
“Flapped off on urgent business, same as always. Can’t believe he stuck around this long.”
“Yeah,” Sam murmurs, and looks back at the living room, at the battered sofa and the glass still sitting on the table, empty and softly radiant in the late morning sun. It’s probably got the angel’s fingerprints on it. And Dean’s.
And Sam’s ( ... )
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I may or may not expand on this in the future--go back and fill in all those little details I just couldn't be bothered with on this go-round. But not knowing these things does seem to work in this context, for whatever reason...*phew!*
Love for this prompt!
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