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… Favors the Brave by Devil Piglet (R)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: none (gen)
Length: 3000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devilpiglet
Author Website: Pig-Lit for her older work, and check her tags for newer work
Why this must be read:
Dean's bargain comes due, and Sam thinks outside the box. A fabulous, emo!porn-tastic take on Dean's fate in S3 (AU, now, obviously, though this was written before the end of S3), with both boys wonderfully in character and snarky and THEM, doing everything fucked-up and backwards but side by side.
An excerpt:
About a month back Dean lifted a bottle of well-aged MacAllan from one of those mini-mansions while they were clearing the place of a poltergeist. Sam knew what it was meant for, when Dean intended to use it, and that rankles far more than the stealing does. It's amazing, really, how much has stopped bothering Sam when measured against Dean's doom.
Dean's already into the bottle by the time Sam returns to the hotel with a bagful of dubious Chinese food. Dean frowns. "Where're my ribs?"
"Smokehouse was closed."
"Figures. Hey, Channel Five's running a Star Wars marathon tonight. You think it's a sign?"
If it is, Sam doesn't know what it could possibly signify. Use the Force, maybe, which is no worse than any of the other advice he's gotten lately.
"What I think is that it's pretty pathetic to spend the last night of your life with Admiral Akbar and a bunch of Ewoks."
"And Leia." Dean's gaze goes appreciative and a little distant. "Don't forget Leia."
"Jesus, Dean. Just - eat your wontons."
An hour later Dean's cheering on Boba Fett as Sam's still pushing his Mongolian beef around in the carton. At the commercial, Dean mutes the television.
"Don't feel bad, Sammy. I know...I know. But don't feel bad."
Sam works up a sickly smile. "I don't." There's an unspoken agreement between them, not to argue (tonight) (ever again).
Dean gestures with the bottle. "You want?"
"Maybe later."
If Sam's lucky, Dean will drink himself into a stupor. It's what any sane, normal person would do in his situation, so Sam puts the odds at roughly fifty-fifty.
Find the story here:
… Favors the Brave (and don't miss the sequel, Double-Edged Sword)
Pairing: none (gen)
Length: 3000 words
Author on LJ:
devilpigletAuthor Website: Pig-Lit for her older work, and check her tags for newer work
Why this must be read:
Dean's bargain comes due, and Sam thinks outside the box. A fabulous, emo!porn-tastic take on Dean's fate in S3 (AU, now, obviously, though this was written before the end of S3), with both boys wonderfully in character and snarky and THEM, doing everything fucked-up and backwards but side by side.
An excerpt:
About a month back Dean lifted a bottle of well-aged MacAllan from one of those mini-mansions while they were clearing the place of a poltergeist. Sam knew what it was meant for, when Dean intended to use it, and that rankles far more than the stealing does. It's amazing, really, how much has stopped bothering Sam when measured against Dean's doom.
Dean's already into the bottle by the time Sam returns to the hotel with a bagful of dubious Chinese food. Dean frowns. "Where're my ribs?"
"Smokehouse was closed."
"Figures. Hey, Channel Five's running a Star Wars marathon tonight. You think it's a sign?"
If it is, Sam doesn't know what it could possibly signify. Use the Force, maybe, which is no worse than any of the other advice he's gotten lately.
"What I think is that it's pretty pathetic to spend the last night of your life with Admiral Akbar and a bunch of Ewoks."
"And Leia." Dean's gaze goes appreciative and a little distant. "Don't forget Leia."
"Jesus, Dean. Just - eat your wontons."
An hour later Dean's cheering on Boba Fett as Sam's still pushing his Mongolian beef around in the carton. At the commercial, Dean mutes the television.
"Don't feel bad, Sammy. I know...I know. But don't feel bad."
Sam works up a sickly smile. "I don't." There's an unspoken agreement between them, not to argue (tonight) (ever again).
Dean gestures with the bottle. "You want?"
"Maybe later."
If Sam's lucky, Dean will drink himself into a stupor. It's what any sane, normal person would do in his situation, so Sam puts the odds at roughly fifty-fifty.
Find the story here:
… Favors the Brave (and don't miss the sequel, Double-Edged Sword)