Frenchied... (SPN drabble, PG13, Dean)
Apr. 27th, 2011 09:15 pmFor the Spring 2011 Story Tree at Whedonverse and Beyond
Title: Frenchied…
Author: Pat
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean Winchester (Supernatural Season 6 after The French Mistake)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 192
First Word: Jensen
Last Word: Harder
Summary: Dean has a hard time working the alternate reality presented to him by the side trip in the lives of his alter-ego.
Jensen!
Dean woke in cold sweats, taking a minute to set his bearings right. Sam was still asleep in the bed next to his; his knife was safely under his pillow, the salt lines are undisturbed along the window sill and the door. The eldest Winchester was still wandering what awoke him, and then the name again, a whisper in his muddled brain. Jensen.
He finally remembered the trip to Vancouver, the discovery of that alternate life in which Sam is an estranged friend, Ruby his wife, Castiel an actor. And their names… What the heck? What kind of name is Padalecki anyway?
Dean hates this other world, a world in which everything is askew, everything he has known a joke. Dean envies this Jensen. In his world, he could have cultivated a friendship and a different kind of love for his brother, that Jared.
He thought he had seen it all, Hell and Heaven, sorrow and joy but never would he have imagined a world in which his brother is an “other”, an entity living a separate life, becoming a sudden object of interest.
Could his life have sucked any harder?
The End.
Author: Cordy69
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean (mid season6)
Summary: Ragged Dean needs a pick up and manages it with a pep-talk
First Word: Right
Last Word: Fight
Right now, he'd give anything to be in sunny Palo Alto, stalking his studious little brother, remembering binge drinking evenings at random bars with his father, learning one small step at a time how to fix a car with Bobby. But... No... He had to be freakin' tied to a post (again) waiting to be devoured by an arachnid of some type. Why does his life revolve around crap? Crap doesn't even begin to cover it (no pun intended).
He gets Sam back for exactly one week! One week! And here they are facing death. Again.
There were few things he had to tie up before meeting his end. Come on!
Yep, he needed to leave few things for Ben and Lisa. But who the heck ever plan for an untimely demise? Even in their line of work?
Moreover though, he needed to talk to Sam. Sammy, who managed to kiss him with more passion in one simple peck than half of the girls he hooked up with in his heydays. He hadn't stop to really think what it meant for him or his brother; too focused on getting him his soul back. Well, mission accomplished! For what?
In all honesty, what could he have done? You can't erase in few minutes lifetimes of conditioning. He has always been Sam caretaker, he had learn lately to become his partner, he now had to learn how to love him better? Differently? Could he?
The kisses Sam had bestowed on him few weeks back had taking him by surprise. Mostly for what it meant to Sammy but also because he had let himself enjoy them, reveling in the soft and pliant lips of his brother, the strength of the two hands holding him in place, the moans that escaped his panting breath. It had been hot!
Now was obviously not the time to reminisce. He has things to do, monsters to kill, brothers to save, a new love to reclaim.
And with his wits back to normal, Dean started looking around for a way out; finding it with a sharp piece of broken glass lost in the dusty ground... He was ready to live, ready to fight!