Kripke, you just gotta read this.
Jun. 7th, 2007 07:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Because if and when Supernatural ends, this is how I want it to happen. I want them together. Alive or dead, as long as they're together, I'm okay. Hell, yeah.
Title : Unasked
Author :
astolat
Sam never asks. Because he knows that Dean would never say no.
"Sam, I get it, man, you're scared," Dean says. "And I don't blame you. All this crazy shit that's been happening to you, maybe it looks like this is all part of some big heroic destiny thing where you take that yellow-eyed son of a bitch down with you and leave me behind to tell the tale, but I'm telling you right now, fuck that noise." He stands up and Sam can feel it without even turning around; he can see the look in Dean's face with his eyes shut, that smile he wears when he's telling the whole world to go to hell. "One way or another. You want to ride out all the way to Valhalla, I'll go there with you, but you're not getting away without me even if I have to eat my own gun to catch up."
Sam whirls around and grabs him, shoves him up hard against the wall. "Don't you fucking even say that."
Dean's not yielding an inch, eyes cold and steady as the grave. "That's how it is," he says. "You don't like it, you'd better start working off a game plan that doesn't involve you taking a bullet for me or anybody else." He smiles then, and it's something broken and askew. "I'm not getting left behind again, Sam. I'm not."
Jensen didn't think that Dean would make it without Sam either. He said this in an interview - "...Sam is basically his (Dean's) lifeline and I think if you cut Sam out he wouldn't last much longer."
And Mr Kripke, you continue reading fanfics, okay?
ETA There's a couple of illustrations for this fic by
antiship here. It's absolutely fabulous.
Title : Unasked
Author :
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Sam never asks. Because he knows that Dean would never say no.
"Sam, I get it, man, you're scared," Dean says. "And I don't blame you. All this crazy shit that's been happening to you, maybe it looks like this is all part of some big heroic destiny thing where you take that yellow-eyed son of a bitch down with you and leave me behind to tell the tale, but I'm telling you right now, fuck that noise." He stands up and Sam can feel it without even turning around; he can see the look in Dean's face with his eyes shut, that smile he wears when he's telling the whole world to go to hell. "One way or another. You want to ride out all the way to Valhalla, I'll go there with you, but you're not getting away without me even if I have to eat my own gun to catch up."
Sam whirls around and grabs him, shoves him up hard against the wall. "Don't you fucking even say that."
Dean's not yielding an inch, eyes cold and steady as the grave. "That's how it is," he says. "You don't like it, you'd better start working off a game plan that doesn't involve you taking a bullet for me or anybody else." He smiles then, and it's something broken and askew. "I'm not getting left behind again, Sam. I'm not."
Jensen didn't think that Dean would make it without Sam either. He said this in an interview - "...Sam is basically his (Dean's) lifeline and I think if you cut Sam out he wouldn't last much longer."
And Mr Kripke, you continue reading fanfics, okay?
ETA There's a couple of illustrations for this fic by
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 06:21 am (UTC)I don't mind slash, though. :D
Btw, I have the Paley video in wmv. Oh goodness, one screen full of Jared and Jensen flirting each other.
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Date: 2007-06-07 09:20 am (UTC)Pretty please?
Btw, read the fic! It's awesome :)
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Date: 2007-06-07 01:03 pm (UTC)Aduh, bagaimana ya?
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Date: 2007-06-07 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 09:30 am (UTC)Dean's just not as tough as he pretends to be.
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Date: 2007-06-07 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-08 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-08 08:59 am (UTC)Inagadda (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=inagadda&keyword=Index&filter=all)