crack_van | Eight Things You Should Know by Candle Beck (pg)

Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Length: 7,700 words
Author on LJ:

candle_beck
Author Website: LJ memories
Why this must be read:

candle_beck is a fantastic writer, and this is an amazing look at how Sam deals with Dean, and his feelings for Dean, while showing Dean in all his awesome yet completely obnoxious glory. Can you imagine living with Dean and not wanting to kill him at least 50% of the time (and wanting to kiss him the other 50%)? Sam can't. But that's okay. He's dealing with it. Sort of.

"You were chopping to the beat of 'Hell's Bells,'" Dean told him.

"Oh my god, I was not."

"You totally were. It was probably subliminal. Dude! I successfully implanted good music in your brain!"

Sam rolled his eyes, somewhat charmed by Dean all beaming and scrubbed-clean under the umbrella, but not letting it get the better of him. He hiked the axe up and took another cut at the tree, the good vibration strumming up his arms. His hair stung at his eyes, wetted into arched spikes, and he flicked his head, looked back at his brother.

Dean was watching him. No surprise--Dean watched him every waking hour of the day, and probably some of the sleeping hours too. Sam had long since got over how annoying that was. It was one of those things he just had to accept about Dean, like how he was a fry thief and drove too fast and sneezed without covering his mouth, how he watched Sam obsessively, ceaselessly, because he was Dean and that was how Dean worked.

But now, here in the rain, Dean's eyes on him felt different, weighted and meaningful. It might have been the shadow of the umbrella across his face, making him look sinister, and a little thrill ran up Sam's spine. Pictures shuffled through his mind, hard and frantic. Dean on his knees in the mud, face tipped up and so slick to the touch, his wet mouth pleading wordlessly. Dean's cold hand shoving into Sam's pants, cloth chafing damp and Dean's fingers shaping to him. Dean up against the half-murdered tree, shirtless and pale and shivering, reaching for Sam and Sam would press against him so close and tight the wood would splinter and they would topple over when the tree did.

Dean blinked. Sam was brought abruptly back to the moment, shaken and off-balance. Dean looked at him oddly.

"You want me to hum a few bars, or what?"

This story is full of fantastic, in-character brotherly banter and told from the POV of a stupidly in love with Dean!Sam. What's not to like?

Eight Things You Should Know by

candle_beck

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