Fic Quotes #1
Just for fun, a collection of my favorite SPN fic quotes, in installments because there are so many and because I don't want it to look like I haven't done a thing since the 2nd when I've been reformatting posts that already exist for days.
Warning: Some quotes are rather explicit and a few are Weecest.
This woe is a familiar woe.
-- Good Things Do Happen, trinityofone, (Sam/Jess, Dean/Cas)
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"You realise we're not really talking about pies any more right?" he says flatly. Because he really doesn't want to be going down this road if Castiel is still one town back reading the map, upside down, in the dark.
-- Details, libraryofsol, (Dean/Cas)
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[...] and all pants everywhere can go screw off die for all Sam cares. Especially Dean’s. Dean really needs to be pantsless. Now.
-- Some Really Good Ways, bewaretheides15, (Sam/Dean, weecest)
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Alright, so maybe Sam has kind of a thing for a touch of pain too. In his defense, he's had more stitches in his life than the average quilt, so it's only fair that he gets to have a coping mechanism.
-- Top-Quality Sins, bewaretheides15, (Sam/Dean, weecest)
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“It’s ok, Sammy,” his brother coos, and that, more than anything else, shoves Sam's warning scale from 'you need stitches' to 'your intestines are laying on the floor'. How bad is it if Dean’s pulling out his ‘comfort’ voice?
-- On the Way Down, bewaretheides15, (Sam/Dean, weecest)
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Why the hell not? God is a deadbeat Dad, Hell is a red-tape DMV-wannabe nightmare, and Death is a foodie. Anything is possible in this day and age apparently.
-- SPN Redemption Road, ch. 12, peroxidepest17, (Dean/Cas)
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“If you weren’t disgusted by me wanting you, then why were you treating me like a leper?”
Dean’s still in a blissed out state where skin disease does not compute. “What?”
“The separate rooms, the sudden increase in personal space, my name being changed to Sam-my-brother.”
“Oh, that,” Dean says. “I was tired of people assuming we’re gay.”
Sam looks down at them, bodies intertwined and bearing the marks of an hour spent mingling spit, sweat, and come, then raises his eyebrows.
“Shut up,” Dean says. “Just because you thought of it first doesn’t mean you get to be all smug about it. It’s not like you knew.”
-- Two Queens, belyste, (Sam/Dean)
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You take too much responsibility on yourself. It's a part of what you makes you the man you are, but it's a weakness as well."
"Can't help it."
"Sam and I are both big boys."
"Well, he's big. You're kind of short." Dean smirked.
Cas rolled his eyes and broke Dean's cassette player with a thought.
--The Unfurling Of His Wings,
ladyoneill, (Dean/Cas)
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Turning abruptly, Castiel walks away, trench coat swirling behind him as if flapping in the nonexistent breeze created entirely by the amount of badass he just personified.
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He wanted to settle down, get a place to live, get his life back... except he had a life, and Dean was dead, and Dad was dead, and Jess was dead, and Bobby was alive, but probably didn't want him around -- his life was never going to be the same again, he wasn't going to get 'normal' back. Not to mention that in the post-apocalyptic world, where Demons and Angels had walked in plain sight, where the dead had come back to life to feed on the flesh of the living, where fire had rained down from the sky and set the city of Los Angeles on fire... normal wasn't something anybody pretended was real. It was a myth, like vampires, except vampires were real.
--And Grace Will Lead Me Home,
epiphanyx7 at
thecookiejar, (Gabriel/Sam/Castiel/Dean)
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Electricity must’ve been off for a least a week; the walk-in smells like death. So does the pantry, but that’s because there’s a dead guy in there.
-- Dummy With the Rapture, hansbekhart, (Dean/Castiel)
Warning: Some quotes are rather explicit and a few are Weecest.
This woe is a familiar woe.
-- Good Things Do Happen, trinityofone, (Sam/Jess, Dean/Cas)
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"You realise we're not really talking about pies any more right?" he says flatly. Because he really doesn't want to be going down this road if Castiel is still one town back reading the map, upside down, in the dark.
-- Details, libraryofsol, (Dean/Cas)
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[...] and all pants everywhere can go screw off die for all Sam cares. Especially Dean’s. Dean really needs to be pantsless. Now.
-- Some Really Good Ways, bewaretheides15, (Sam/Dean, weecest)
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Alright, so maybe Sam has kind of a thing for a touch of pain too. In his defense, he's had more stitches in his life than the average quilt, so it's only fair that he gets to have a coping mechanism.
-- Top-Quality Sins, bewaretheides15, (Sam/Dean, weecest)
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“It’s ok, Sammy,” his brother coos, and that, more than anything else, shoves Sam's warning scale from 'you need stitches' to 'your intestines are laying on the floor'. How bad is it if Dean’s pulling out his ‘comfort’ voice?
-- On the Way Down, bewaretheides15, (Sam/Dean, weecest)
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Why the hell not? God is a deadbeat Dad, Hell is a red-tape DMV-wannabe nightmare, and Death is a foodie. Anything is possible in this day and age apparently.
-- SPN Redemption Road, ch. 12, peroxidepest17, (Dean/Cas)
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“If you weren’t disgusted by me wanting you, then why were you treating me like a leper?”
Dean’s still in a blissed out state where skin disease does not compute. “What?”
“The separate rooms, the sudden increase in personal space, my name being changed to Sam-my-brother.”
“Oh, that,” Dean says. “I was tired of people assuming we’re gay.”
Sam looks down at them, bodies intertwined and bearing the marks of an hour spent mingling spit, sweat, and come, then raises his eyebrows.
“Shut up,” Dean says. “Just because you thought of it first doesn’t mean you get to be all smug about it. It’s not like you knew.”
-- Two Queens, belyste, (Sam/Dean)
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You take too much responsibility on yourself. It's a part of what you makes you the man you are, but it's a weakness as well."
"Can't help it."
"Sam and I are both big boys."
"Well, he's big. You're kind of short." Dean smirked.
Cas rolled his eyes and broke Dean's cassette player with a thought.
--The Unfurling Of His Wings,
ladyoneill, (Dean/Cas)
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Turning abruptly, Castiel walks away, trench coat swirling behind him as if flapping in the nonexistent breeze created entirely by the amount of badass he just personified.
--
He wanted to settle down, get a place to live, get his life back... except he had a life, and Dean was dead, and Dad was dead, and Jess was dead, and Bobby was alive, but probably didn't want him around -- his life was never going to be the same again, he wasn't going to get 'normal' back. Not to mention that in the post-apocalyptic world, where Demons and Angels had walked in plain sight, where the dead had come back to life to feed on the flesh of the living, where fire had rained down from the sky and set the city of Los Angeles on fire... normal wasn't something anybody pretended was real. It was a myth, like vampires, except vampires were real.
--And Grace Will Lead Me Home,
epiphanyx7 at
thecookiejar, (Gabriel/Sam/Castiel/Dean)
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Electricity must’ve been off for a least a week; the walk-in smells like death. So does the pantry, but that’s because there’s a dead guy in there.
-- Dummy With the Rapture, hansbekhart, (Dean/Castiel)