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."

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.
05. Do this five times.

All of these are Brave New World verse, or... crack therein.  Sam is getyourownpie , Cassie is farsees , Meredith is pyrokinetic_mom , Claire is autophoenix , Cas is holy_hand_print , Bela is insilksheets 

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#1: Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of by U2

"I'm not scared, I just have very valid concerns about us bring supplies along.  How much experience do we have going overseas anyway?  When was the last time you summered on the Reine?" Dean snapped at Sam, who was standing, with folded arms, next to Cassie, who was imitating his pose, despite being half his height.  It was a pretty comical image, but Dean was really missing the joke right now.  There had to be a way outta this.

"We just... you know..."

"Dean," Sam said, in a calm voice that made Dean want to throw things at his head.

"Those airport security guys are real douchebags these days, you know, 9/11, and all..."

"Dean."

Dean felt a sweat breaking out that he could tell Cassie could just see, because she was smirking, and glancing up at Sammy, shaking her head.

A brilliant thought struck him and he burst out suddenly:

"Cupcakes!"

Sam looked at him like maybe he had snapped.  Cassie looked as if she had seen that coming.

"Excuse me?" Sam finally managed to say.

"Cupcakes.  Hiro brought me some of Meredith's cupcakes from New York when we were at Bobby's," Dean said, speaking too fast, feeling sort of like he was going to trip over his tongue, but needing to get this out there as soon as possible.  "He could take us.  It'd be the quickest way."

Cassie and Sam both looked at each with raised eyebrows.

And smirked.

( +4 more )

Prompt:  Carnival Town by Norah Jones
Requested By: getyourownpie 
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Claire "Zebra" Bennet
Timeline/Verse: Brave New World verse; S4 finale of Heroes, before Claire jumps, but after stopping Samuel
Location:  Central Park, New York City
Disclaimer:  Kripke and co. own Supernatural, not me.  Dean is likedillinger , the Sam mentioned is getyourownpie  and the Claire is autophoenix .   All are used with permission and so much love.   It's short but I just... couldn't add to it without butchering the effect, I thought. ;;  Forgive me.  It's an... actual drabbley drabble for once.

Still accepting requests here!

Round 'n round
Carousel
Has got you under it's spell
Moving so fast...but
Going nowhere

Up 'n down
Ferris wheel
Tell me how does it feel
To be so high...
Looking down here

Is it lonely?

There was always that stolen time between the big showdown and the moment when the car door slammed shut, and they pointed towards a new town, a new mission.  Dean would never admit to Sam - to anyone, really - how much he valued those moments.  For a minute at least, they were done.  They could be satisfied.  Especially when things went the way they just had: everyone survived, the bad guy was thwarted, the heroes hadn't had to give something up to do so.  It was as close as he ever got to feeling done.  There was a hunger in him somewhere for that moment, or for things promised by just being finished with this: a normal life, a road that didn't stretch endlessly into the horizon.  Somewhere to come home to at night.

Beyond the hanging glow reflected off the still spinning carousel between him and the sporadically gathered others, he could see Claire pressed against Sammy's side, her hand clutched in his.  Red lights, blue lights, yellow lights danced across their backs, though they remained oblivious to the kaleidoscope.   Dean slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he watched them.  Claire obviously had something on her mind, but it didn't stop her from getting caught up in the way Sam was intently staring down at her.  His brother brushed a strand of hair off her face, and there was a tenderness there that Dean had never really seen in him.  When Claire's eyes flashed up to meet Sam's, there was a moment of connection between them that he could feel all the way across the space that reverberated with colors.  They were wrapped up in their own little moment.  Focused on each other while everything whirled around them. 

And for just that moment, Dean wondered exactly what it was like to ride the ride that they were on.

Claire's hand slipped out of Sam's and she slid away from him, moving through the crowd as the police cars arrived, and the moment slipped away just as easily.

He shook his head slightly, and an empty smile touched the edge of his lips as he felt the feeling vanish inside him as well.

It wasn't as if he were tall enough to ride that ride anyway.