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Song rec for Number 6, Must Be Dreaming, by Frou Frou. Have rediscovered my love for Frou Frou recently, so hope you like it.
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Dean is pretty sure he's dreaming, or maybe going insane, or possibly dead and back in hell.
“Please.” Its the please, carried on the wind, the voice of Dean sounding desperate and broken, hitching on the one syllable word that has Castiel flying to Dean's side.
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And again Sam is cramped into the elevator with Dean. Not cramped per se, per cramped in the sense that Sam could just reach over and stop the elevator between floors and play out the fantasy that has been running through his head for the last three days. The one where Dean sinks to his knees and...ok stop it Sam, concentrate.
So as soon as this episode aired I promised myself I wouldn't do this. But savingfaith333 told me to. *facepalm* I have never written crack!fic before and PLEASE take this as crack! Well it started out as crakc and now I have come to the conclusion that I can't write light hearted Wincest. So anyway...here we go. Re-write of Its A Terrible Life so spoiler warning if you haven't seen it.
Happy (Early) Birthday necro_omen13 you sweetheart. Hope you like it! *cuddles*
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It takes a moment for reality to sink in after Sam awoke, feeling warm and safe but with a niggling feeling of something at the back of his mind. Like waking up with the remnants of a dream still lurking, clouding your sleep hazy vision, taunting you as you try to chase them, skipping out of your memory the more awake you get.
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Fire, screaming, blood. Its always the way with them. With the hunts they do, and more times that not, Sam feels like its this way between them, and he hates it. Hates it when Dean looks at him with fear in his eyes, like he doesn't know him anymore, hates it when Dean can't even bring himself to look at him, a brief flicking of his gaze, a cursory glance, just to makes sure that Sammy is still there.
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Sam can practically hear the clock ticking in his brain, tick tock tick tock, and it is killing him. He keeps stealing glances at Dean, watching him, making sure he hasn't been taken from him too early, trying to memorise every single detail of his face, and in private moments, his body, running fingers over scars, over muscles and skin, committing everything to memory.
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Tied Me Over
Title taken from Rob Thomas's song, Ever The Same. “You may need me to carry all your weight, but you're no burden I assure. You tied me over, with a warmth I'll not forget, but I can only give you love...”.
In the Pilot episode, Dean says to Sam that he hasn't bothered him for 2 years, but Sam has been at college for 4 years. This is my take on what happened 2 years before the Pilot episode.
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