I need more Jared icons.

[winterlive]

No, really, though. Me and Dean're here on a job, right, and we're, like partners. Brothers. It's a two-man team, y'know? And just because he's older doesn't mean he gets to call all the shots. Sam drains his shot glass and thumps it back down on the bar. The stranger sitting next to him does too, and they make that teeth-baring grimace you do when your booze is too hard or too - well, crappy. The stranger, who's been matching Sam shot for shot, says something into the bottom of his shot glass, something like you should cut your brother some slack. It's not easy being that guy. And you're family, that always makes things... weird.

Sam can hear in that pause all the things that make the word 'family' mean something different than it does to normal people, all demon fighting and epic battle - no white picket fences, no dog.

(They wanted a dog so much when they were kids, but they were always on the move and Dad said it wouldn't be fair to an animal to make him sit in the car so much. The boys said the dog could even have the front seat, but Dad still said no, and that was one time they lined up against their father. There've been maybe ten times that's ever, ever happened, and most of those were over Star Wars.)

But the stranger stares at his glass like it has the answer to world peace, and Sam studies his and decides it might answer better if it were empty, because it's somehow full again.

So the stranger says he's got a son, and Sam asks just one kid? The guy nods and Sam feels a little warmth toward him, a little hostility, and he knows it all belongs to his own father so he tries to ignore it. Tries to imagine life without a brother - without Dean - and shudders. I couldn't live without Dean, he says, and then blinks at himself, surprised.

No, the guy mopes, drunk. I couldn't either. And then they both pause, and then snicker, because this guy can't live without Dean, apparently, which is hilarious because they've had one too many ounces of Jack or scotch or whatever noxious crap they're drinking. They're laughing together like old friends, hands on each other's backs, and then Sam's laugh cuts in half as he notices Dean with a gun pressed against the stranger's side. The stranger's still chuckling, but softer now. He hasn't got tense, not at all, so either he doesn't feel it or he's got balls of solid steel. You must be Dean.

What were you doin', Sammy? Keepin' him occupied until I got here? Dean's livid, because he had to track Sam here - Sam left the hotel in the dead of night, no note. He'd had it in mind that he could just cop out when Dean called him on it - what are you, my grandmother? - but he knows it won't work. Dean's careful, Dean's sober, Dean's mad.

Who's your drinkin' buddy, Sammy? Dean grits out, pressing the barrel harder into the stranger's side, which the stranger just shifts lazily around to avoid, making a subtle squint of distaste. Sam tries to say nobody, just someone he met here, but he's a fucking psychic and if Dean can sense the wierd around this guy, then Sam sure as hell can. Don't call me Sammy.

We're leavin' before I have to bust up this nice bar to get some kindling, Dean snarls, and the vampire turns lazily to him, the booze still lingering around the soft set of his mouth, the relaxed hand on the bar. You should take better care of him, he tells Dean, and it's on the tip of Sam's tongue to protest, but Dean looks like someone just hit him with a truck and they've gotta get out of there. Sam was stupid and drunk and mad and forgot, and now this guy knows too many secrets for them to try to play him.

So he takes Dean's arm (the one not holding the gun) and pulls at him. Come on, let's go. Back to the room. The room where they'd have to pack everything up and move to another hotel, because you can't have the vampire knowing where you're sleeping, if he follows you.

You shut the hell up, Dean says to the guy, shaken hard. You don't know a damn thing about us.

The guy stands up, moving easily like there isn't metal shoved up against his gut. He's handing Sam the gun - Dean's gun - in the next instant, and Sam's pulling a major what the fuck? but Dean's just staring at the guy, furious. Not a damn thing.

I know family, the vampire shoots back, sliding into Dean's personal space too easily. Then he leans down to whisper something in Dean's ear, and Sam's sure he's the only other one in the bar who catches it. He's got Dean by the arm in a second, dragging him out of the place and not turning around for anything until they get back to the hotel room and lock the door behind them. Dean heads straight for the washroom and slams the door hard. Sam sits down on the edge of the bed and takes the bullets out of the gun. Time to move on.

Comments

[robanybody.livejournal.com]

*unholy noises of glee* You! I love you. All those little touches that make them so real -- the musings on being "that guy" in the family and ganging up against their father over the dog -- and the byplay between Angel and Sam, and Angel and Dean, and Angel's "I know family," and that last paragraph just breaks me up and pieces me back together just a little bit more off than before.

I will make you Jared icons! As thanks for rocking so hard. :-*

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

WHEE! Mmm, Jared. Of the dirty!Jared set, rightrightright? Nnngh. So purty.

*glompage of thankyous!*

[robanybody.livejournal.com]

Icons! I tried to make some of the dirty!Jared variety, but most didn't turn out well, and one really amazing picture had that goddamn watermark on it. *le sigh* I hope these suffice, though.

1. 2. 3.
4. 5. 6.

*loffs you*

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

Aww, Jared. Stop being sexy. You and your brother best friend Jensen will make my head implode.

*loves YOU*

[robanybody.livejournal.com]

Jared LIVES to make your head go 'splodey.

♥!!

[robanybody.livejournal.com]

Also.

I don't know why Jared wearing a skull cap and standing next to cars DESTROYS my brain, but it does. Holy fuck.

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

Fuuuuuuuck. *leaps on him*

I've been reading much in the way of Supernatural pr0n, and it is all EXCELLENT. How is this *possible*?

[robanybody.livejournal.com]

Oh my God HIS SMILE. *incoherency*

I do not *know*, but I am enjoying it so much. This fandom made me love genderswitch and Dean as a girl. I am INHALING the crack.

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

I *just* read that one! Dean was a girl, and in love with Sammy and he would never ever say it, and they never referred to him as a "her", and he was so... the... CRACK!

[robanybody.livejournal.com]

And it's all so GOOD with Dean flaunting his body and Sam knowing just how to touch him and the hot, hot sex, and I LOVE THIS FANDOM. I will probably even read wingfic if anyone ever dares write it.

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

I think we please need to remember that Sammy tells him he could never pretend that Dean was anybody else. Wouldn't *want* Dean to be anybody else.

And that's what does it.

We're all going to hell, and I swear, I'm bringing fricking marshmallows.

[robanybody.livejournal.com]

I'll bring the booze and the handcuffs. It'll be a party. *goes to reread story*

[brandil.livejournal.com]

This is so *them* Angel quietly despairing, Sammy trying to work it all out (he's always Sammy to me never Sam and I love how he resents it when Dean still calls him that) and Dean jumping in head first trying to save the day.

More? Pretty please?

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'll try listening to these guys a little more, see if they've got more to tell me. Honestly, I was just typing up a response to your earlier comment and it turned from explaining what I wanted into this! *g*

[kita0610.livejournal.com]

Eeeeep.

What did he whisper?

And I wish there was sex more.

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

I will sidestep the question of what he whispered with a heartfelt thank you. :) As for sex, er um yis pls mmm rawr. It would be GROOD. But first they have to talk in a diner. It's a thing. I'll get back to you.

[traveller.livejournal.com]

o.o

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

Heroes are cool.

[traveller.livejournal.com]

yeah, yeah, i just had to really process this one. *chews some more*

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

Awesome. If you feel like sharing when you're done, that'd be great. I haven't been involved in any meta for the show yet, I'm just by the seat of my pants, here. :)

[traveller.livejournal.com]

i'm frankly wretch at meta, i'm not a big fan over over-analyzing my entertainment. and i've been spoiled like, four or five episodes into the future, so i'm not holding hard and fast to any theories either. what i do think about - a lot - is what makes dean tick. sam is pretty transparent, in my opinion. dean's the really complicated one.

*chews*

[myriad69.livejournal.com]

How did I miss this?? HOW????

Man, this is as good as your awesome RentBoy!Dean crackfic!

OMG ANGEL I LOVE YOU!

WHAT DID HE WHISPER IN DEAN'S EAR???????????

*flails*

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

Hee. This one continues in my head, so you will JUST HAVE TO WAIT!

*hearts so much, yo*

[ansku]

Nice one :)