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szarabasjka) wrote2010-11-05 08:35 pm
szarabasjka) wrote2010-11-05 08:35 pm
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Dance with the devil
Crappy day, after a crappy night couldn't sleep at all, had the chance to see SPN season premier last night again and loved it a little bit, I was there watching Jensen thinking "DAMN this guy looks great" and then went to bed at 6 to get upo at 8 and work as hard as posible, i'm falling asleep right now
I was thiking about to drabbles today, one is a real life experience I remembered last night while getting ready to come home
Dance With the Devil She was laughing at his stories, yeah he knew how to tell them out loud, how to make everyone see the greatness of his life, of their life, together, remembering how cute he was, how funny, it hurts a little now, even if every person in the room was having a great time.
And then they were alone, staring at each other, still some weird closeness, some still sweet looks every now and then, like risking too mumch, still too attracted to each other to be safe in the same room together.
It was the first time they met since "then" it was almost a year since the first rumors hit her ears, yeah he was dating someone else... and they were supposed to be together still, yeah they had few fights, mostly because he couldn't stop flirting and even going out with ther girls while they were together. And because she tried to do the same, and succeded at it. both hurt each other for no good reason.
And now, he moved on, was already commited in a very serious relationship, the girl was gorgoeus, and was the reason why they split up at the end, and she, she was dating this great guy, so sweet and so smart, and so cute, a guy that could make him look like a primeval monkey, thou she's not sure yet if this is or not a rebound, she hopes is not because the guy doesn't deserves it, and she really loves him.
Now at the party he carrying his new girl's purse, she waiting for him who's late, look at each other with the little pain the fell still, it should've been great, everybody said they were meant to be together, but he couldn't keep his dick in his pants and she.. she never forgives anyone for anything.
of course she forgives her new guy because by the time he arrives is an hour late and she still does't care, he arrives, smiles, kiss her cheek and smiles so brightly to everyone around, especially her ex who stares and sighs quietly, yeah this must hurt badly, yet they will be fine.
because it was like dance with the devil the temptation of being close to him that first time
and Dance With the devil Supernatural Stile
Dean felt like an idiot, waiting for his little brother to be back, he slept and dreamt with him, and then he stoped sleeping, just to avoid the nightmares, if there's one person who knows how it feel sto be left in Hell is him, and he'd given anything to prevent his baby brother to go there, and Dean sobbed.
Lisa asked him if he was okay, she always knows hes not fine when the second glass of scotch hits the table empty in one swing, still he says he is fine, those are the nights when lisa curls around him and tries to reasure him, he's fine, and he'll be fine, he'll live even if the hollow heart still misses Sam, With time, after several months, She and ben fills that space, just a little and once again even if for short periods he smiles again, and then he feels guilty for not missing Sammy a little more, as if the HUGE weight in his soul weren't enough.
Then when he felt his heart racing and saw the marks fo something evil, when he saw his little btother with him again sobbed, he kept his face calmed and then excused himself, went to the bathroom and cried like a girl, a hand over his mouth to quiet his choked sobs, turned reddened eyes to the ceiling and repeated as many thank yous as posible, before clearing hsi throat and going out.
right from the start he saw something wasn't right about Sam, it was lik ehe didn't care at all for the things they were raised to believe, it was something not easy to pinpoint at, but it was there. He finally understood what it was and wished he could do something to help him, he had to keep his brother, or whatever was using his body close, dean was sure he'd die if his brother left again, but needed to get him back properly this time, properly without any doubt it was Sam, and meanwhile he had to play his game, he had to be close to him in order to keep him safe, in order to be sure that Sam had somewhere to go back to.
Castiel helped Dean, he had to, he had to make sure Dean was safe, so the day when things were revealed he had still a clean soul, and he helped him until th elast minute, when Dean and Sam were fighting, and Dean hadto go, leaving his brother behind, Cas was with him when Dean cried, the tears of an angel aren't supposed to be shed for nothing, and his are no different
'is there something you wish you culd've done while still human Dean?' he asks and the answer comes in a broken hoarse voice
'Save Sammy' he protected and cared for the last Winchester, and then his last tear fell, and when it touched the ground a light illuminated his dark imponent wings and the clear might of an angel, the angel he was.
Sam still on earth stoped sobbing in dreams and finally calmed slept, peacefully, safe, his soul saved...
a little rambly but I'll try to polish it a little soon, as soon as i get the idea clear in my head.
What else? i've been said i should cling to M for the dear life just becausei'm not getting any younger I felt very offendedn I must say...
I was thiking about to drabbles today, one is a real life experience I remembered last night while getting ready to come home
Dance With the Devil She was laughing at his stories, yeah he knew how to tell them out loud, how to make everyone see the greatness of his life, of their life, together, remembering how cute he was, how funny, it hurts a little now, even if every person in the room was having a great time.
And then they were alone, staring at each other, still some weird closeness, some still sweet looks every now and then, like risking too mumch, still too attracted to each other to be safe in the same room together.
It was the first time they met since "then" it was almost a year since the first rumors hit her ears, yeah he was dating someone else... and they were supposed to be together still, yeah they had few fights, mostly because he couldn't stop flirting and even going out with ther girls while they were together. And because she tried to do the same, and succeded at it. both hurt each other for no good reason.
And now, he moved on, was already commited in a very serious relationship, the girl was gorgoeus, and was the reason why they split up at the end, and she, she was dating this great guy, so sweet and so smart, and so cute, a guy that could make him look like a primeval monkey, thou she's not sure yet if this is or not a rebound, she hopes is not because the guy doesn't deserves it, and she really loves him.
Now at the party he carrying his new girl's purse, she waiting for him who's late, look at each other with the little pain the fell still, it should've been great, everybody said they were meant to be together, but he couldn't keep his dick in his pants and she.. she never forgives anyone for anything.
of course she forgives her new guy because by the time he arrives is an hour late and she still does't care, he arrives, smiles, kiss her cheek and smiles so brightly to everyone around, especially her ex who stares and sighs quietly, yeah this must hurt badly, yet they will be fine.
because it was like dance with the devil the temptation of being close to him that first time
and Dance With the devil Supernatural Stile
Dean felt like an idiot, waiting for his little brother to be back, he slept and dreamt with him, and then he stoped sleeping, just to avoid the nightmares, if there's one person who knows how it feel sto be left in Hell is him, and he'd given anything to prevent his baby brother to go there, and Dean sobbed.
Lisa asked him if he was okay, she always knows hes not fine when the second glass of scotch hits the table empty in one swing, still he says he is fine, those are the nights when lisa curls around him and tries to reasure him, he's fine, and he'll be fine, he'll live even if the hollow heart still misses Sam, With time, after several months, She and ben fills that space, just a little and once again even if for short periods he smiles again, and then he feels guilty for not missing Sammy a little more, as if the HUGE weight in his soul weren't enough.
Then when he felt his heart racing and saw the marks fo something evil, when he saw his little btother with him again sobbed, he kept his face calmed and then excused himself, went to the bathroom and cried like a girl, a hand over his mouth to quiet his choked sobs, turned reddened eyes to the ceiling and repeated as many thank yous as posible, before clearing hsi throat and going out.
right from the start he saw something wasn't right about Sam, it was lik ehe didn't care at all for the things they were raised to believe, it was something not easy to pinpoint at, but it was there. He finally understood what it was and wished he could do something to help him, he had to keep his brother, or whatever was using his body close, dean was sure he'd die if his brother left again, but needed to get him back properly this time, properly without any doubt it was Sam, and meanwhile he had to play his game, he had to be close to him in order to keep him safe, in order to be sure that Sam had somewhere to go back to.
Castiel helped Dean, he had to, he had to make sure Dean was safe, so the day when things were revealed he had still a clean soul, and he helped him until th elast minute, when Dean and Sam were fighting, and Dean hadto go, leaving his brother behind, Cas was with him when Dean cried, the tears of an angel aren't supposed to be shed for nothing, and his are no different
'is there something you wish you culd've done while still human Dean?' he asks and the answer comes in a broken hoarse voice
'Save Sammy' he protected and cared for the last Winchester, and then his last tear fell, and when it touched the ground a light illuminated his dark imponent wings and the clear might of an angel, the angel he was.
Sam still on earth stoped sobbing in dreams and finally calmed slept, peacefully, safe, his soul saved...
a little rambly but I'll try to polish it a little soon, as soon as i get the idea clear in my head.
What else? i've been said i should cling to M for the dear life just becausei'm not getting any younger I felt very offendedn I must say...