I said I would, and now I am. It's my birthday and I'm having a commentfic meme just for me! roque-clasique started it and it was fun then so hopefully it'll be fun now. Only a few notes
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Boys Gone Wild 1/3lexhibitionJune 28 2010, 15:03:05 UTC
This probably isn't quiiiite to your specifications (because I suck like that) but I hope you enjoy it anyway! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Here's to awesomeness and fic and all the gloriousness in the world just for you!
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Dean hates hiking. Hates it. Their cell phones don’t work out here, there's too much fresh air, too much quiet. And when you've finished the damn hunt and the tailypo's dead then there's nothing to track and you realize that everything looks exactly the same. All the trees are the same. All the rocks are the same.
"We're lost," Sam points out as they trudge along a track that has looked exactly the same for the past hour they've been on it.
"We are not lost," Dean growls.
They're lost. But that's not Dean's fault because everything looks the same.
And their angel is no help whatsoever. Okay, so he's mostly human these days, but Dean was kind of hoping he'd still have extra senses. A nose like a bloodhound. Something useful. Instead Cas keeps stopping to peer at leaves and rocks that are exactly the same as the
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Re: Boys Gone Wild 2/3lexhibitionJune 28 2010, 15:03:57 UTC
They reach a clearing, and Cas stops, so sudden Sam almost crashes into the back of him. "We should stop for the night," he says.
The light is beginning to fade. And while it’s kind of a relief that the woods finally looks different, Dean’s stomach sinks faster than the sun when he thinks about having to stay out here in the dark, with nothing to eat. They’ve got water with them, but that’s about it.
He shoots Cas a look which, he hopes, expresses his pure horror at the idea of camping out like this. "No, come on, we can keep walking."
"You need to rest."
"I'm fine!” Dean shouts, too loud in the quiet of the wilderness. "I'll be even more fine when I get a hot meal."
"Dean." And then his traitorous brother elbows him him the side! But before Dean can express his outrage, Sam hisses, "I think maybe we all need to rest,” and gives him a pointed look
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Re: Boys Gone Wild 3/3lexhibitionJune 28 2010, 15:04:40 UTC
They don't manage to get a fire started, but luckily it's a warm night. And Dean can't believe anything about this situation is 'lucky' because he's lost in the woods with no food and by tomorrow morning he's very likely to be nothing but bleached bones out here in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere. They make themselves as comfortable as they can - ha! - on the ground, and try to get a few hours sleep.
"It's too quiet," Dean complains after a good five minutes of hideous silence.
"Can't you hear the trees?" Cas replies, quietly.
A moment of silence and, "You speak tree?" Sam asks.
"No," Cas says. Dean turns his head slightly, to look and Cas' face in drenched in silver moonlight. His eyes are closed. He's not quite smiling - Cas doesn't really do smiles - but Dean's learned to read his face and that is one happy angel. "The wind. In the leaves. It's nice
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Re: Boys Gone Wild 3/3maychorianJune 28 2010, 15:34:06 UTC
Oh Em Gee. I love you. My love for this story cannot be textually rendered. It's exactly what I was hoping for from this prompt, funny and sweet and full of friendship and affection.
The skittles! The twigs! Castiel getting tired! Squirrels don't give good directions! Cas and Sam snoring together! Dean all annoyed and grumpy! Constellations that are different from the other side! It's just...so perfect. So perfect. You make me smile like a lunatic.
Re: Boys Gone Wild 3/3elsewhere_kelsJune 30 2010, 03:58:16 UTC
I loved this so much! Dean's grumpiness, the little cute moments, Castiel's general weirdness... and of course squirrels give terrible directions. And Dean thinking that it would probably be fine if he DID die out there, with Sam and Cas... so simple and disarming in his happiness.
Re: Boys Gone Wild 3/3dotficJuly 3 2010, 12:40:41 UTC
he’s got this, these two. At least if he’s going to die out here then he’s got his brother next to him, and Cas, all of them together. If he has to go out, then this is the way he wants to do it. He laughs harder.
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Dean hates hiking. Hates it. Their cell phones don’t work out here, there's too much fresh air, too much quiet. And when you've finished the damn hunt and the tailypo's dead then there's nothing to track and you realize that everything looks exactly the same. All the trees are the same. All the rocks are the same.
"We're lost," Sam points out as they trudge along a track that has looked exactly the same for the past hour they've been on it.
"We are not lost," Dean growls.
They're lost. But that's not Dean's fault because everything looks the same.
And their angel is no help whatsoever. Okay, so he's mostly human these days, but Dean was kind of hoping he'd still have extra senses. A nose like a bloodhound. Something useful. Instead Cas keeps stopping to peer at leaves and rocks that are exactly the same as the ( ... )
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The light is beginning to fade. And while it’s kind of a relief that the woods finally looks different, Dean’s stomach sinks faster than the sun when he thinks about having to stay out here in the dark, with nothing to eat. They’ve got water with them, but that’s about it.
He shoots Cas a look which, he hopes, expresses his pure horror at the idea of camping out like this. "No, come on, we can keep walking."
"You need to rest."
"I'm fine!” Dean shouts, too loud in the quiet of the wilderness. "I'll be even more fine when I get a hot meal."
"Dean." And then his traitorous brother elbows him him the side! But before Dean can express his outrage, Sam hisses, "I think maybe we all need to rest,” and gives him a pointed look ( ... )
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They don't manage to get a fire started, but luckily it's a warm night. And Dean can't believe anything about this situation is 'lucky' because he's lost in the woods with no food and by tomorrow morning he's very likely to be nothing but bleached bones out here in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere. They make themselves as comfortable as they can - ha! - on the ground, and try to get a few hours sleep.
"It's too quiet," Dean complains after a good five minutes of hideous silence.
"Can't you hear the trees?" Cas replies, quietly.
A moment of silence and, "You speak tree?" Sam asks.
"No," Cas says. Dean turns his head slightly, to look and Cas' face in drenched in silver moonlight. His eyes are closed. He's not quite smiling - Cas doesn't really do smiles - but Dean's learned to read his face and that is one happy angel. "The wind. In the leaves. It's nice ( ... )
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The skittles! The twigs! Castiel getting tired! Squirrels don't give good directions! Cas and Sam snoring together! Dean all annoyed and grumpy! Constellations that are different from the other side! It's just...so perfect. So perfect. You make me smile like a lunatic.
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This was fantastic. And when Cas said that birds give directions for flying...
oh, poor cas!
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Thank you for the great read!
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"Oh, you don't speak squirrel?"
"They're no good with directions."
ROFL. This is so hilarious!
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Oh, *Dean*.
I love this.
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