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crack_van2006-02-15 11:23 pm
sperrywink) wrote in crack_van2006-02-15 11:23 pm
Entry tags:
Angel / Supernatural (R-ish)
Title: Slither by Fryadvocate
Pairing: Lindsey McDonald / Dean Winchester
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fryadvocate
Author Website: none that I am aware of
Why this must be read:
This is a perfectly lackadaisically paced story about Lindsey and Dean happening upon each other on the road in the South. In Angel it takes place after Lindsey has left L.A. and he is haunted by all that happened, and is a time that matches up to when Dean was traveling on his own in the Supernatural-verse. They don't see the whole truth of each other, but they are both too cognizant of the world and the underworld to fall for each other's ruses and their studied superficiality doesn't mean they can't use each other's thrumming energy to get off.
In particular I like Lindsey's circulating and wandering thoughts and actions. He's lost and it shows, but he isn't down and his obsession with seeing Angel in Dean hints wonderfully to his later-canon actions.
Squinting, eyes already on the balls lined up neatly for him, the kid looked back at Lindsey and said, "Dean." He was trying to be earnest, but the slickness was something that Lindsey recognized in himself.
"Lindsey." He smiled, shark, post-insurance-won't-pay-a-dime, post-law-school smile.
Dean blinked, like he was seeing things, nodded an acknowledgment and took the table. He moved efficiently and Lindsey had seen professional killers move with less grace, less self assurance.
The balls said: He knows what he's doing, and look at those hips.
Glancing around the table, Dean finished off the game, eight ball corner pocket. Scooped up Lindsey's money and put it into his pocket fast.
The cash said: You got played.
Lindsey said, "What do you know about cars?" because Angel was an exception, boys who drive long, low, high maintenance cars know how to take care of them.
Slither by Fryadvocate
Pairing: Lindsey McDonald / Dean Winchester
Author on LJ:
fryadvocate Author Website: none that I am aware of
Why this must be read:
This is a perfectly lackadaisically paced story about Lindsey and Dean happening upon each other on the road in the South. In Angel it takes place after Lindsey has left L.A. and he is haunted by all that happened, and is a time that matches up to when Dean was traveling on his own in the Supernatural-verse. They don't see the whole truth of each other, but they are both too cognizant of the world and the underworld to fall for each other's ruses and their studied superficiality doesn't mean they can't use each other's thrumming energy to get off.
In particular I like Lindsey's circulating and wandering thoughts and actions. He's lost and it shows, but he isn't down and his obsession with seeing Angel in Dean hints wonderfully to his later-canon actions.
Squinting, eyes already on the balls lined up neatly for him, the kid looked back at Lindsey and said, "Dean." He was trying to be earnest, but the slickness was something that Lindsey recognized in himself.
"Lindsey." He smiled, shark, post-insurance-won't-pay-a-dime, post-law-school smile.
Dean blinked, like he was seeing things, nodded an acknowledgment and took the table. He moved efficiently and Lindsey had seen professional killers move with less grace, less self assurance.
The balls said: He knows what he's doing, and look at those hips.
Glancing around the table, Dean finished off the game, eight ball corner pocket. Scooped up Lindsey's money and put it into his pocket fast.
The cash said: You got played.
Lindsey said, "What do you know about cars?" because Angel was an exception, boys who drive long, low, high maintenance cars know how to take care of them.
Slither by Fryadvocate