010. Syncopation
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sethgrayI kinda picture this taking place during Dean's year, which is weird because in my head I generally don't picture them getting together seriously enough to have this conversation until after Hell. (The words would never leave Dean's mouth in my Lessons verse for example.)
Also, whoever suggested this word this is a good one. Love the different ways it could be taken. *checks* Looks like I have![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tygrrlyli to thank.
Title: Syncopation
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: wincestuous sexual themes, the usual.
Word Count: 210
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Prompt: Syncopation, noun; displacement of the beats or accents (in music or a rhythm) so that strong beats become weak and vice versa.
“You make me weak,” Dean said suddenly.
From where he was sprawled across his chest, Sam looked up at him. Usually with a comment like that mocking would ensue, but there was something in his brother’s face, his voice that had Sam watching him in silence.
“I don’t mean in that damsel, help-my-knees kinda way.” Absently, Dean’s hands were stroking over Sam’s floppy hair. “I mean, you’re my weak link. Even when things make sense, as much as they ever do, all they’d have to do is target you.”
Dean trailed off after that, and Sam thought he was done. These talking moods were rare enough anyway that when they did show up they never lasted for long. But again Dean surprised him.
“I’ve killed vampires, exorcised demons, lit a wendigo up like Christmas. But none of that makes me strong enough to live without you.” Dean turned his green eyes on his brother for the first time. They were dark and serious; Sam wanted to rise up and kiss the worry away, but he was more interested in where this was going.
“So, yeah,” Dean said looking away, regaining himself and flushing red. “You make me weak when I shouldn’t be.”
“Syncopation,” Sam murmured against Dean’s neck.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
~~~~~~~~~
<---- Back to 009. Show Me or On to 011. Comeuppance ---->
Lonely prompts are lonely. Give them play mates?
Also, whoever suggested this word this is a good one. Love the different ways it could be taken. *checks* Looks like I have
tygrrlyli to thank.Title: Syncopation
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: wincestuous sexual themes, the usual.
Word Count: 210
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Prompt: Syncopation, noun; displacement of the beats or accents (in music or a rhythm) so that strong beats become weak and vice versa.
“You make me weak,” Dean said suddenly.
From where he was sprawled across his chest, Sam looked up at him. Usually with a comment like that mocking would ensue, but there was something in his brother’s face, his voice that had Sam watching him in silence.
“I don’t mean in that damsel, help-my-knees kinda way.” Absently, Dean’s hands were stroking over Sam’s floppy hair. “I mean, you’re my weak link. Even when things make sense, as much as they ever do, all they’d have to do is target you.”
Dean trailed off after that, and Sam thought he was done. These talking moods were rare enough anyway that when they did show up they never lasted for long. But again Dean surprised him.
“I’ve killed vampires, exorcised demons, lit a wendigo up like Christmas. But none of that makes me strong enough to live without you.” Dean turned his green eyes on his brother for the first time. They were dark and serious; Sam wanted to rise up and kiss the worry away, but he was more interested in where this was going.
“So, yeah,” Dean said looking away, regaining himself and flushing red. “You make me weak when I shouldn’t be.”
“Syncopation,” Sam murmured against Dean’s neck.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
~~~~~~~~~
<---- Back to 009. Show Me or On to 011. Comeuppance ---->
Lonely prompts are lonely. Give them play mates?