Dean Winchester

It's been awhile since this journal saw any posting action.   /CHANGES THAT

I hope everyone on my f-list that I haven't talked to in awhile is doing well.  ♥  Time for a MEME REDUX.

01. Put your music player on shuffle all.
02. Write a drabble for whatever song comes on.
03. You only have the time of the song to write it.
04. Once the song is over you’re done. You can’t write anything more for that drabble.  Cheat like crazy on this step.
05. Do this five times    Do this once to get back in the swing of writing drabbles 8|

This is counted_stars specific so Sam is imnot_likeyou and Gabriel Gray is intuitivelyapt.  They are used without permission, nyah nyah nyah.

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#1 (and only):  Secret Karma Serenade by Yasushi Ishii

Most of the cantinas Dean tended to frequent were the kind of New Hope fare that he could feel right at home in, but this club on Zeltros was something else.  He would have sworn it was a strip joint with the way chicks were writhing to the sensual pounding beats, if it weren't the fact that Sam had come along willingly, and he'd been the one to research the place before they arrived.   

Their contact lounged in a purple vinyl couch near the back, two chicks with bright red skin and minimal clothing cradled up to either side of him.  Dean raised an eyebrow in appreciation, as Sam rolled his eyes.   

"Rykk?" Sam asked pointedly, and the guy touched a button on the side of his shades.  The dark lenses retracted, revealing two eyes that were completely blue, void of pupils.  He looked between them both, and behind them, where Gabriel was skulking, with an expression that made it clear he thought they were as good as the dirt on the bottom of his dura-shoes.  

"Who's asking?" he said coolly, in a smooth voice that would have made Lando Calrissian envious.  

"Karma," Dean said, tossing a datapad onto the table in front of him, where it clattered right into the guy's plate of exotic appetizers.  "She's a real bitch like that."   Rykk shot him a poisonous glance as if he knew what was coming and picked up the datapad hesitantly.   The manifests laid out a pretty dark trail.   One that would land him in jail pretty easily, if it got out to the right authorities.

He smiled, revealing teeth as sharp as knives, and his voice dripped with malice.

"You have my attention," Rykk said, making that sound remarkably like a threat.  "What can I do for you boys?" 

Dean grinned.

"I was hoping you'd ask."

Prompt: Our Space by the Cardigans
Characters: Dean Winchester and Elle Bishop
Timeline/Verse: Everybody's Fucked verse, non-binding.
Disclaimer:  I don't own Supernatural, or Heroes.  Dean is likedillinger and Elle is blueshocks .

And with that, I have finally conquered this drabble meme!  \o/

my dear, please see my dear
how we invented the fear
inside that space
no one could interfere
my dear, please see my dear
how we invented the tears
inside that space
no one could interfere

Hell on earth didn't come in storms of fire - or at least, it didn't stay that way. 

It was cold, and it was empty - and the reality of it was in the way it scraped out the survivors from the inside out.  

Armageddon came internally.

Maybe he was hoping she'd snap, and he'd go the way of her last Dean.  It'd be easier that way, some days. 

He didn't go into her arms to feel alive.  He went with a death wish. 

She never fucking followed through. 

He wondered what she was getting out of this some days, but he figured it might be the same thing he got sometimes.  Pretending.  Or self-loathing.  Both were pretty popular hobbies in the post-Apocalyptic era.

He thought he might hate her.  But it required an effort of emotion he didn't feel like summoning up.

So they just existed.  Shared space.  Shared nothing. 

It was theirs, at least.  That was something.

Prompt: Freedom of Choice by A Perfect Circle
Requested By: phasing_cat
Characters: Dean Winchester and Kitty Pryde with mentions of Claire Bennet, Tony Stark, Liz Sherman, and Sylar.
Timeline/Verse: Brave New World verse.  In the future, right after Tony Stark's proposed mutant registration act goes through.
Disclaimer:  I don't own Supernatural, Heroes, or X-Men.  Dean is likedillinger and Kitty is phasing_cat .  The mentioned Claire is autophoenix , Sylar is intuitivelyapt , Liz is liz_firestarter , and Tony is newagedavinci . All are used with permission and love.  Events are non-binding to all muses. 

Still accepting requests here!

We're victims of sedition on an open sea
No one ever said that life was free
Sink, swim, go down with the ship
Just use your freedom of choice

I’ll say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Freedom of choice

In ancient Rome there was a pawn
Who followed along and watched it fall
He cast a stone
He felt secure
He felt that he would never be heard

Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!

You've been given a voice- you don't want it
It seems to be the rule of thumb
Don’t be tricked by what you see
You've got two ways to go

"Yeah.  Fine," Dean said, glad Claire couldn't see his face on this end of the phone.  There was displeasure etched pretty clearly across his features.  "Thanks for the heads up."  His thumb slid to END before she could get in another word.

Paying attention to the news had kept him aware that this was coming, and he'd heard things, peripherally, from Claire and Sylar.

Still, it didn't sit well with him that this was happening now.  Yeah, the dangerous mutants had to be kept track of, but they were the ones likely to dodge registration somehow anyway.  And he didn't like the thought of the government keeping lists of people who were his friends - or in some cases, basically his family.

Sylar would've already heard the act was going through, so his mind traced over who else he knew, who might be out of the loop.

He had to get her number through Liz, in the end.  It wasn't like he had her on speed dial.  They didn't talk much except on the rare occasions they bumped into each other. 

But she'd trusted him, with a pretty hefty secret, no less.  And he hadn't forgotten her or the burden she was carrying.  This would just be another thing to add to the pile.

She was just a kid.

Except not, because murder had a way of speeding you past that adolescent phase pretty damn quickly. 

Would that show up in her file?

Would she end up stamped 'dangerous'?

Not if he could help it.

"Hello?"

"Hey kid," he said, keeping it light.  Cheery.  

"... who is this?"  Suspicious.  He couldn't blame her.  He threw around a few potential responses in his head before settling.

"It's your supplier," he joked.  "I heard you'd be needing a new set of fake IDs soon."

Silence for a second.  Then:

"Dean?"  She was excited to hear from him.  That would be short lived.  "... what are you talking about?"

He settled into a chair, grabbing himself a beer and popping it open with his free hand.  He had to catch the overflow by quickly bringing it to his lips.  That, at least, felt comforting.

"Hope you're sittin' down."