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He pulls the tension wires down
Nov. 14th, 2008 05:32 pm>> He pulls the tension wires down
TITLE: He pulls the tension wires down
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ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: For all season 4 up to 4.08.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Uriel. Seems to be my fav combo lately.
SUMMARY: There’s no such thing as ‘just a thing’.
RATING: PG-13.
FEEDBACK: Dude… duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: shinychocca2 wanted some Winchester whump, where one of the boys gets shot in the ass. Also, covers :![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
found_fic_spn challenge 47.
BETA: by very lovelypdragon76, who really outdid herself on this one. Dude. No praise will ever be enough.
“First the eggs, now this,” Dean says. He’s supporting himself against his brother, looking morosely at the Impala. Sam’s taking his weight easily, as if no four months have passed. Nothing in between, everything a straight line. No shadows, no unanswered questions, no need for hints the size of anvils Dean chooses to ignore. “At least we did salt that car-molesting bastard.”
“Yeah, we did good, Dean.”
“No, I did good.” Dean says. His free right hand fumbles in his pocket for the motel key. “You? You shot me in the ass.”
“You’ve already said that.”
“This is how deep my disbelief runs, Sam. This is how deep.”
The key is retrieved, the door is unlocked, and in this casual gesture a folded piece of paper finds freedom from Dean’s pocket and flutters to the ground. Neither Sam nor Dean notice it, caught in the brotherly bickering; it can be heard till Sam closes the door with a firm backward kick.
Perched in the shadows, angels are watching.
( They are always watching. )
TITLE: He pulls the tension wires down
AUTHOR:
ultraviolet9aSPOILER: For all season 4 up to 4.08.
GENRE: Gen.
CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Uriel. Seems to be my fav combo lately.
SUMMARY: There’s no such thing as ‘just a thing’.
RATING: PG-13.
FEEDBACK: Dude… duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: shiny
chocca2 wanted some Winchester whump, where one of the boys gets shot in the ass. Also, covers :found_fic_spn challenge 47.BETA: by very lovely
pdragon76, who really outdid herself on this one. Dude. No praise will ever be enough.“First the eggs, now this,” Dean says. He’s supporting himself against his brother, looking morosely at the Impala. Sam’s taking his weight easily, as if no four months have passed. Nothing in between, everything a straight line. No shadows, no unanswered questions, no need for hints the size of anvils Dean chooses to ignore. “At least we did salt that car-molesting bastard.”
“Yeah, we did good, Dean.”
“No, I did good.” Dean says. His free right hand fumbles in his pocket for the motel key. “You? You shot me in the ass.”
“You’ve already said that.”
“This is how deep my disbelief runs, Sam. This is how deep.”
The key is retrieved, the door is unlocked, and in this casual gesture a folded piece of paper finds freedom from Dean’s pocket and flutters to the ground. Neither Sam nor Dean notice it, caught in the brotherly bickering; it can be heard till Sam closes the door with a firm backward kick.
Perched in the shadows, angels are watching.
( They are always watching. )
