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SPN 2.09

2006-12-08T12:27:50Z

OMG. I KNEW IT. ARGH I KNEW IT OMG! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

KRIPKEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Fic: Three Things Dean Left Behind

2006-11-23T01:53:17Z

Well once upon a time I was anti-fanfic, then Supernatural came along and I became a slave to it...and now I'm writing my own. Look what this show has done to me!!

Title: Three Things Dean Left Behind
Author: ow_bandaid
Rated: PG, gen
Pairing: none. Sam-centric.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke & Co.
Spoilers: none.
Word Count: 742 words.
Notes: Sam is the only Winchester left. Dean has left him three things to help him finish things with the Demon at last. (Man I suck at summaries.)

He keeps it in his pocket, tucked safely in the ridge of his hipbone. It presses into his skin, hard and comforting - the brief moment he pulls it out each day always feels strange, always makes his heart skip a little faster. He's never forgotten that it's there, never left it in his jeans - he only wears jeans - and thrown it in the wash by accident. It's almost a ritual now - he pulls it out of his pocket, rolls it over in his fingers, turns it three times in his rough, hardened palm. Runs his thumb over it, feeling its edges, its bumps, its warmth from his body heat; the grooves in his fingers fit perfectly by now. But he never looks at it, no - he can't, can't bear to - he's probably worn half of it away but that's all he can do, run his fingers over it like a blind man, and then he slips it back into his pocket where it fits back into the embed in his skin, against his hip.

Sam remembered when he collected it, he'd put it round his neck but it just didn't feel right, didn't look right, not on anyone but Dean. So he slipped it into his pocket instead, a piece of Dean he can cling to. Dean never told him why he always wore it, but now nothing touches Sam, not a single thing he hunts. They fly at him but something seems to throw them back or tear at them from the inside, sometimes the weaker ones just shrivel and scream and die just because they came too close.

It protects him now, and he's no longer scared. The only time he's ever felt safer was when Dean still breathed.

* * *

He doesn't drive the car - the car takes him, the wheel turning and the gears shifting all on their own, all he needs to do is put his hands on them. Sam hasn't changed the cassette tapes once because they seem to switch on their own, a different one of Dean's favourite classic rock songs blasting out every time he gets in the car, the volume cranking itself up in Dean's favourite parts. He can almost hear Dean's voice singing along sometimes, feel his hands thumping on various parts of the dashboard in imitation of the drums. The car never gets dirty either, impervious to anything that might mask over the glossy black paint or ruin the upholstery. He could crash it through a brick wall (or two) and the next day he'll wake up and find that every single scratch, dent, speck of dust is gone - the car gleams as if new, waiting for him.

The car takes him wherever he needs to go, he doesn't need to search for hunts anymore because once he's finished one he'll just get in the car and it'll take him to the next. It's strange not riding shotgun anymore, and the driver's seat still fits Dean's body, but that's what makes him comfortable. Some nights he doesn't stay in a motel and sleeps in the car, the feel of the leather more comfortable than a mattress will ever be. The car feels like home.

* * *

Sam only uses on weapon now, a Winchester rifle, his namesake - a name that's wearing thin. He doesn't need anything else, even though he still keeps the trunk full of all the other guns because that's where they belong, not in the hands of some sleazy gun dealer. The rifle shoots whatever needs shooting with whatever it needs to be shot with, rock salt, silver bullets, iron rounds, you name it. Doesn't matter if it shouldn't fit, shouldn't come out of a rifle, it doesn't matter. Just pull the trigger and whatever kills it is what gets fired out.

He's opened the barrel a thousand times trying to found out how but all he ever finds are regular bullets, sitting innocently in a row. He never needs to clean it, refill the gunpowder, nothing. He doesn't need an explanation anymore, he knows it just works like the amulet and the car, the three things Dean left behind.

And so he waits for the day the car will take him to the hunt his whole life has been for, so he can end the fight at last with a Winchester, in more ways than one.

SPN 2.08

2006-11-18T06:12:00Z

Some disjointed thoughts...

Eeep. Scary morphing spouses!!! >.<

Ooh! Clever Dean =D I was just thinking, gawd Dean, could you be any more obvious with the Devil's Trap under the car...and then he nabs her in another one. That is awesome =D

Oh. Hot demon/Dean kiss o_O

OMG. That "Soon" teaser? GAH!!! SOON?! WHY SOON?! WHY NOT NOW!??!? GUNS! METALLICAR SCREECHING AND SWERVING! DEAN! WITH A GAG! MORE PSYCHICS! THE SECRET!!!

AND I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE TO WAIT?!?!?!?!

Eeep.

2006-11-17T08:40:44Z

I just went and friend-ed/joined some journals and communities. I'm not sure if I was supposed to do that *chews nails* Is it okay if I do that? Do I have to like ask or something first? Will it be totally inappropriate if one day I end up posting in some community I've never posted on before? And how do you do that anyway? And am I supposed to or not supposed to do that?? Ahhh. So LJ-unsavvy. I hope I didn't do anything I wasn't supposed to??

*Feels terribly incompetent*

2.08 Director's Cut

2006-11-15T13:25:31Z

That is a terrible mug shot of Dean.

Hee!! Look at Stern!Sam. "We have to be more careful now." *sternface* BWAH! And he's jealous that he's not on the database too XD "I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet..." *mumbles* hee awww Sam.

"You innocent, young, harmless young man, you." HEEE.

"And they could hump the crap out of your leg." HEEE again. And Sam just raises an eyebrow. Awww look at Dean's face fall! Watch his ears! Up down. Up down. Ahahaha...ha. Hrm. Oh he is SO seven years old. Do overs, mouth-fart noises and now this. Hee.

The moment Dean said Carla I thought of Scrubs. Hmm. "And they're real." LOL. And then he plucks off the little post it with a little confused pout. A Myspace address? Oh gawd, she's one of those pre-pubescent, retina-burning blinkie types isn't she. *Cringes* Myspace is spawn of Satan. *shudders*

Anyway. Oh look at Dean's hopeful, pr0n site?? face. Hee! Well, depending on whose page you're on, I guess you could say that.

Oh that whole cut was way too cute. SQUEE. I can't wait for this episode!1!1111!!

SPN 2.05

2006-10-27T14:48:06Z

"Moby Dick's bong."

R.O.F.L.

And OMFGNOO Dean giving up the Metallicar?!??!!? My world turned INSIDE OUT, UPSIDE DOWN, IMPLODED and EXPLODED all at once. NEVERRRR!! N-E-V-E-R!!!

But Dean singing?? Without music half drowning it out? WEEEE. *happy place*

SPN 2.02

2006-10-07T02:19:46Z

Oh my poor heart. Oh poor Sam. Oh poor DEAN. Oh POOR METALLICAR. *wibbles*

Okay...

2006-10-05T05:58:28Z

So I made a Livejournal just so I can squee...to myself...about my dear beloved Supernatural.

Sad? In so many ways.

Hmm...

2006-10-03T04:20:38Z

Testing...lalala. Customising this thing is a bitch.