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[Supernatural] My two babies


Author:




orchidea_lover


Title:
I will not let you go Fandom: Supernatural
Characters:
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing:
Dean / Sam

Rating: PG13


Genre:
One-shot, romance, angst

Party: 1 / 1
Notes:
Set in some unspecified point in the beginning of the third season (so spoilers for those who did not reach us). Written for the Mixed Doubles Festival of
ff_serietv_ita . Prompt: Drunk Warning: Mild Language, Slash, Wincest, sorrow in spades ... Dedication: A


babycin
, thanks for the encouragement and enthusiasm, you helped me to get to the end! ♥ Disclaimer:
Sam and Dean belong to each other to Kripke, and I do not hold any right over them, but I pass the time with pleasure because I love them. This work is not done for profit.

Now I have nothing, I have nothing to lose
But the pain and misery of losing you And I really can not see me pulling through ( To Catch a Thief - Agua de Annique)
Demons at intersections ... Pacts with the Devil ... Leaning with his back against the headboard of the bed, Sam wearily pressed his fingers on the eyelids, before returning to focus on the page. For days, consumed hours and hours on that book, reading and rereading, analyzing each step, with the constant fear that something might escape. Despite the Bobby's skepticism, in that moment he had no track on which to work and staying with our hands as time slipped away as fast as he had never seen before, was in danger of going crazy.
The motel room was plunged into a silence punctuated only by her breathing and the rustle of the pages. Sam would not have expected to see his brother before dell'indomani morning, and jumped up startled when the door suddenly flew open, letting in a Dean definitely excited. "Good evening, brother," cried with a loud voice, dangling inside, still attached by a hand to the knob. Sam hastily closed the book and rose to his feet. "What are you doing here already?! I thought you said you want to spend all night
fun ... " Dean stood for a moment staring at him, and Sam felt that his balance betrayed some confusion. The next moment, the more closed the door shut badly. "Yeah, well, you know what? There are not enough cute chicks in this place! Tomorrow morning we raise the curtain! "Dean yelled at a volume that clearly escaped his control. Sam saw him advance into the room with dangerously uncertain pace and managed just in time to support it on the fly when she saw him stagger and risk ruining ingloriously on the floor. Dean moaned a laugh, leaning over him. "Well, that's how you should accept your brother coming back, Sammy!" Sam sighed reproachfully, but also a bit of concern. Unlike him, Dean held up remarkably well as alcohol ... to get to fall in that state, he must have exaggerated a lot. "Tomorrow morning is already so if you manage to get out of bed. You're drunk! How the hell did you drink, Dean? "" How the hell I please, mommy! And 'one of the advantages of not knowing what to do with a healthy liver, "Dean muttered, pushing away without too much energy. Sam felt the sting chest pain, those words and glanced at an angle. "Do not make me laugh." He answered seriously. Dean raised his arms with a smile clouded. "Because you're a boring and pedantic curmudgeon who does not appreciate my humor adorable!" Laughed loudly, turning on itself to find the direction of the bed, forcing Sam to support it again when the movement had it swaying dangerously. "Now stop it to say stupid things and get to bed before you pass out or throw up on him." Sam sighed, annoyed. He tried to push gently, but Dean's suddenly opposed rigid resistance. Sam looked down, following the direction in which Dean had been staring at something. Smothered curse realizing that the major had dropped his eyes on the book remained on his bed. Dean nodded a laugh low and husky, moving away from him and coming to sit heavily on the mattress, then grab the volume. "So is this? E 'for this? "He asked staring at the book. His voice had suddenly taken a touch hoarse that made Sam feel a deep unease.
"What is this ?..." he asked Dean uncertain, without peering closer. Suddenly, Dean violently threw the book away, and Sam picked up a pair of eyes blazing. "'s why you seem almost happy to get rid of me as often as possible?! E ' to make your own damn research, is that suddenly you know that I fuck me a bitch I happen to shoot any?! 'S why you keep telling me yes without batting an eyelid, instead of ... "He paused, staring at the bewildered expression of Sam. Slowly, he lowered his head, while a bitter laugh shook the shoulders. "What the fuck am I saying ... I think I really drank too much ... "she whispered, laughing again, his voice trembled slightly. Almost stunned by what Dean had screamed her, Sam finds it hard to move for a moment. It was when Dean hit the mattress with a weak hand, that you recovered and approached him, sedendogli next. She took him gently by the shoulders, lowering his face to look for her. "Instead of ... what? Dean, if you want to say something, do it. Please. "He murmured. That his brother had been drinking excessively was no doubt, but if he had led for a time to speak frankly, to share a burden with him, would not be a completely useless crap. Slowly, Dean raised his head, and Sam had the impression that his eyes already transparencies for alcohol, had made more swollen. The Major shrugged shoulders, securing it with a smile that conveyed a sadness in Sam quivering. "Instead of telling me ... that time I have left I spend it with you, Sammy ... "he said. Sam dropped his arms slowly, barely supporting his brother's gaze. He felt a sudden knot shake his throat, and a powerful shot beating heart. Pain that could in some way to be heartbreaking and sweet at the same time.
"Dean ..." he whispered, not knowing really what to add the name of his brother, perhaps only the following need to hear it vibrate between the lips. Dean leaned toward him.
"I'll leave it to you do, Sam, how many times must I repeat it? "he heartfelt tone, getting closer and closer to his younger brother as he spoke. "Do not let you cancel the pact will not let you die for no reason at all," he said, and for a moment remained silent, staring deeply. "You will have ...
need, right, Sammy? Need to try, is not it? Even if you know it will be impossible, unless you try it you hate it?! If you let me go ... "Dean suddenly grabbed him by the arms. "Well, then hates me, "he cried. "He hates me for stopping you, he hates me because I want you to stay, do it, Sam! But damn it, accept it! Accept it for once! Will not you let me go? Well, then next time tell me to stay with you, damn it! Tell me not to walk out that door, tell me not to wait for death into bed with a bloody strange! Tell me that my place is with you, Sam, "cried with all the breath he had. Sam had time to see a tear trembling in his eyelashes before Dean pulled him forcefully towards you, bringing your hands through his hair, clutching convulsively while grabbing her lips, pouring into a single kiss all the pain, fear and despair that had never been able to tell him and that he would reveal no more, no way, not by force with them to him now that he was pouring in every drop of flavor in each puff of breath. And Sam could not help but tighten it and support it as he felt that little by little the Dean slumped on him, his fingers lost power and glided slowly through her hair. Hot Lips broke out of his mouth, leaving one last moment of their flavor. Beer, anger. Love. With a single sigh thin, Dean dropped completely on him, his forehead on his shoulder, closing her eyes heavily, without saying or hearing anything. Sam left the second pass, the passing odiandone abbandonandovisi yet, leaving that everything's slipping in and crush the soul crushing as that of Dean. I held her, bending his face on his neck, looking for his heat in which to drop burning tears too. His voice blew gently on the skin of his brother, trembling slightly. "I want you to stay with me, Dean. I want you to not go out that door. I want you to ... does not come out of this world ... Your place is with me. And I will not let you go. I will not let go ... "

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[Supernatural] I will not let you go

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spn_itaslash @ 2009-12-20T15: 07:00


Author:




orchidea_lover


Title: Divine Justice

Fandom: Supernatural RPF


Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles

Pairing: Jared / Jensen Rating:

NC17 Genre: One-shot, PWP, lemon Party: 1 / 1 Notes: Written for the Mixed Doubles Festival of ff_serietv_ita . Prompt: Betrayal
Warning: Slash, sex descriptive
Disclaimer: The two lovely young lady in question did not belong to me. This work is a figment of my imagination, does not reflect the real protagonists' private lives, however, that
mica tell it right and obviously not for profit.

Just returned, Jared crossed the wide hall, casting a cheerful "Hello" to his roommate while he took off his jacket and headed upstairs. Slowed and stopped in a step down the stairs, turning to a puzzled silence Jensen sat on the sofa and fully focused on the laptop open on the table in front him. Mildly annoyed, Jared approached him with slow steps, clearing his throat and improvising an imitation of the deep tone of voice loaded with Jensen. "Hello to you, Jay, love of my life, welcome back, I missed you so much, as you can see from my unbridled enthusiasm, my darling ..." "Do you know that?" Interrupted Jensen seriously, ignoring the jibe.
With a quizzical look, Jared moved to go and sit next to him, and leaned forward towards the screen of the laptop. Slowly raised his eyebrows and ran his eyes the page on which Jensen was. Eventually she turned to stare with puzzled expression. "I fanfiction, Jens. And yes, I knew that there, thank you. "Jensen him a withering look and pointed to the screen.
"The couple. Have you read the name of the couple? " Jared look back on the page for a moment, then shrugged nonchalantly. "Yes. Jared / Misha. So what? "
" So? "Repeated Jensen annoyed. "Excuse me, have you seen how many?" protested by scrolling the page down. "Jared / Misha ... Jared / Misha ... Misha / Jared, well, at least breaks the monotony ... Jared / Misha again ... were definitely catching on, you two! "he remarked with a chuckle irritated. "There you'll find others, and you'll probably find only those ... Did you notice who is a themed site? "Jared asked, speaking slowly in an effort to keep serious. Jensen nodded vigorously. "Yes! In fact, worse! How long have there themed sites on the two of you? " Jared had continued to stare, biting his lips, but could not extend beyond its strength. She sank on the sofa, bursting out laughing like a child. "Please, Jens, tell me you're joking!" He said between laughter. When the other did not answer but he just stared at askance, Jared tried hard to calm down. "Okay ... okay. "She breathed deeply, even betraying some small trail of laughter. "What's wrong?" Jensen continued to look bad. "I do not know if you remember, but the couple official should be us, here. " unofficial, Jensen." corrected him his companion, with a mischievous smile. "As long as you're not thinking of any public announcement in style. Something like My dear and devoted fans, given the sudden proliferation of containing fanfiction infamous cases of relations between my man and Mr. Collins, I wish to inform you all that Jared Padalecki and I are madly in love and have sex all of the unrestrained nights. "" Are you idiot! "Said Jensen, but they may fail to mention a smile, that Jared did not fail to grasp immediately. He laughed softly and laced her arms around his neck. "Come on, do not tell me you bother seriously. I'm just fanfiction, Jens, and even the most absurd. "He stopped too late, when it was no longer anything to have realized that you have added a few words too many. Jensen's smile disappeared and the boy broke away from him, frowning. "Ah, so I'm not so absurd? You will find them plausible? "
" No. .. no, I meant ... "she sighed Jared patiently. "Well, I wanted a lot of other people." Jensen said, shooting an annoyed look at the laptop. "Obviously you guys give that impression. And then I want to know why in this new fashion Jared / Misha, I always end up being painted as the jealous! "" Trust me, by that impression ... "Jared could not help but respond, feeling that it was again struggling to keep from laughing, and even had to surrender the Jensen reply on that occasion. He just grunts an 'Oh, she' Shut up! "before you close the laptop and abandon puffing on the back of the sofa. Jared crouched beside him, smiling in amusement fix his face sullen.
"Hey, stop looking at me like I was crazy, okay?" Jensen said, turning toward him. "I know that I just fanfiction, thanks a lot, and I also know that variants of the" J2 "there are worse, but ... I did not believe that you and Misha did you go so hard. There are those who also takes quite seriously as a hypothesis, "he protested. He looked away discreetly before continuing, as he always did when he was about to say something that would have embarrassed him. "Although I would not dream even dead to announce publicly that they had reason to imagine the two of us together, I still like the idea that what is between you and me ... arrivals, you know? In short, this is ... is a betrayal! "
Jared sighed, and crept closer to his companion's face up to his neck, while speaking at intervals kissed skin. "If I'm not mistaken ... also Dean / Castiel is pretty strong for some time, right? " Jensen moaned pleasantly, bowing his head to one side and responding with distracted tone. "Hmm, yeah, so what?" Jared chuckled and sat up, making him a tongue. "So this is not a betrayal, is ... law of compensation. You can call it divine justice

. "
Jensen stood for a moment to stare with mouth open in an expression reminiscent of that of a disoriented cod, although much more fascinating than the average fish. Then her eyes thinned. "You you're having fun dramatically, right? "burst into uncontrollable laughter Jared, leaning forward. "Yes! To Die For! "Confirmed, almost with tears in his eyes. Jensen was surprised when, with a final push, he did stretch on the couch and he went on. He lowered his face on him, talking with her husky tone and warm, what could make your head spin with Jared.
"Do you do me a bit 'of divine justice."
He had not uttered those words and his hands had already crossed the border Jared T-shirt and had reached the skin, making him sigh of pleased amazement, stroking along the sides lean and sculpted. The cloth went back on his body movements driven by Jensen, until Jared rose slightly to invite his companion to get rid of everything from quell'ingombro. Jensen did not pray, and when a beautiful naked Jared returned to surrender under him, fell on his chest with his lips and a hungry tongue eager flavor.
"Ooh ... Jens ... "Jared murmured, closing his eyes, feeling that Jensen's skin bathed in warm touches and passionate, and his mouth, then stopped to take delicious by one of her nipples, and the attention devoted to another of his fingers. The two small peaks became excited marble beneath the torturing courtesy of Jensen, Jared, and when he groaned and arched slightly underneath him, pressing on his groin become swollen and hot, Jensen smiled in silence, his face still down and hidden on wheezy chest of the other. When made to rise, Jared took his face in his hands and eagerly pulled him to himself, on his lips, mouths into each other flavors to blend and weave breaths. Jared put his hands on the shirt of his teammate, quickly lifting, pulling to himself the moment enough to be able to recover under the hand skin of his back, which began to caress sank while still wet in the flavor of his mouth. He felt the heat and hardness of the breast Jensen on him, and further down, their bodies were rubbing and calling button and a growing arrogance. And the only thought that filled the mind of Jared and Jensen was detached from his lips, was in danger of going mad with desire for him.
Jensen smiled, pressing a hand on his chest that he will remain stretched and moved about him slipping down, leaving the tip of the tongue with a provocative and lucid trace of their passage between Jared the chest, on her abdomen, belly flat, while the fingers had reached her jeans. Rose filing in, securing it with a smile that made her eyes on a mesmerizing beauty.
"God .. you are ... nice ... "Jared gasped, feeling vibrations as the hands of Jensen stripped completely, releasing the force of his penis excited. The other looked down the crotch of his companion, smiling, saying nothing, and bent over the corner of masculine eroticism, get your teeth into beauty, without any move to accelerate, slowly taking every juicy moment of that expectation. He put his hand on a member in a caress slight breeze, but was enough for Jared deeply wailing. Jensen leaned calmly on the tip, wrap your breath, and then tapping it in soft circles with her tongue and cruel. Jared is arched beneath him, moaning again, almost in a moan.
"Je ... Jens ... ohh ... god ... so I do ... die ... aaahh ... "
Jensen's lips curled in just a hint of a smile, and he began to pass the tongue over the length of the member, up and down in a slow agonizing.
"AAH ... Oh god ... Ti ... please ... "Jared moaned desperately. Jensen returned to his lips swollen at the tip, opening up, wrapping it slowly at first. Then with a hoarse moan, Jensen went to surround themselves and take in the wonderful vibrant erection, feeling that Jared freed a deep sigh of relief and excitement. Sucked it with passion, moving rhythmically, exciting with your mouth that could contain it all. The flavor of the filling deliciously Jared and Jensen for a moment almost lost in the desire to make his wheezing and incredible beauty.
"Jens ... Jens ... yes ... god, yes ... so ... " moaned passionately mate. Jensen rose imperceptibly, and release plan, continuing to surround him with your hand and stroke it.
"Are you coming, Jay ?..." she whispered softly, warm lips laid on the tip of his erection. Jared sighed spasmodically.
"Yes .. yes, I'm ... I am coming ... Jensen ... "he gasped. Jensen's smile grew wider, and assumed a gradient malignant. Completely left the erection painfully swollen, and rose quietly, putting his feet and leaned back the sofa, looking at Jared who had raised up a face lost.
"Let's see now if you're having fun again." She said with a smile poisonous.
"Eh? ... Ma .. not ... not want to leave ...

so? "Said Jared sitting up, watching her little face pleading, Jensen had the impression that he was almost on the verge of tears. He chuckled and shrugged.
"E '
divine justice." He replied simply, before turning on his heel. Jared was dazed for a few seconds, for then bend forward with a groan. "Other than fanfiction, this is a real betrayal! You ... You ... because the word you're too fucking asshole

makes the idea! "whimpered. When he heard that Jensen walked away laughing on the stairs, he decided that the issue could not possibly end there. The devilish grin
Jensen became secretly hot when he heard the footsteps of Jared who came after. He slowed his pace, helped by the fact that he was not exactly in terms of walking smoothly. He had wanted take a little revenge, yes, but always and Jared had absolute power over his body's reactions. And that was enough to put eyes on him because he could not help but to want it. Had not yet reached the top of the ladder when he was prodding from behind the wall, and the long hands of Jared came to rest on the wall at the sides of his body.
"Where you going?" Jared addressed him, with even a hint hurt in his voice. Jensen did not move or tried to escape, turning only the face in profile and a smile. Jared looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then smiled slowly too. He pressed his chest to his back and his hand went down her abdomen, passing through the fabric of that Jensen still wearing pants, ripping out a sigh when he stopped the swelling that filled them. Jared and breathed in his ear a little laugh hot.
"No, I would not think of going anywhere."
Jensen chuckled in response, and a movement spicy rubbed her buttocks against his groin, as if to recall the excitement that he hoped to find still hot there for him. Jared moaned with desire in that invitation, and sighed on the skin of his shoulder, biting and licking while surrounded the sides to make them slide down his pants and underwear. His mouth was moving wet and hungry, arriving at the nape of the companion with the language and going to the corner behind the ear. He raised a hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth already gasping for Jensen. He did not need to ask, Jensen took her in the lips and licked her generously, with his eyes closed and a low murmur of excitement. Jared smiled and laid a long soft kiss on the neck of his teammate, while wearing down your fingers wet, wet drawing a line between her buttocks, before slip in half slowly, rubbing the hole and gently. Jensen joined hands with a shot to the wall, holds two fists quivering. He sighed as he felt his deep moans soften and open offer to Jared, who with his other hand stroking his chest, rubbing her fingers on her nipples, going with hot on the palm muscles tense with desire. Jared still leaned on his shoulders, licking and sucking the skin, listening to music hoarse voice of his companion, until he felt the fingers move with smooth softness in him. Panted on his neck, savoring the pleasure of waiting for it, to be in him and hear his.
"God, how I love you ..." he whispered, and his voice seemed made of fire to Jensen, who felt the intensity of the excitement overwhelm him. He grabbed Jared's hand on his chest and pushed her down, moaning a heartfelt "Jay ..." when he heard that surrounded the erection and caressed her with vehemence. Wet fingers soft Jared came to him, and pressed the member tense and excited about opening the road from them thoughtfully prepared. With a shot that made them vibrate both Jared entered into him, gemendogli mouth on the skin, pushing waves are soft but insistent, feeling its raging desire was surrounded and wonderfully welcomed. Jensen tensed and arched his head back, absorbing the subtle pain, still panting the name of the partner. The erection of Jared was powerful and burning inside him, and his hand had started to move around the State of Jensen following the intensity of the thrusts, squeezing crazy enough to do it with pleasure. "Oh my God ... Jay ... Jay ... Oh God yes ... "he groaned with an extra boost when she heard him fully penetrate inside. The free hand of Jared came to rest on her, pressed against the wall, and their fingers intertwined and instinctively looked, eagerly clutching their bodies together while they loved each other. The excitement of Jared, already provoked more than permissible, again reached the limit and could not resist this time, exploding and giving the body of his companion, while Jared vented a long, trembling moan of pleasure. Wonderfully emptied, was left panting against Jensen's back, without leaving him, feeling the hardness of his erection still filled his hand vigorously. Struggle not to succumb to delicious exhaustion that pervades, continued to encircle and squeeze, moving his hand with an increasing pace, feeling that Jensen's voice rose in intensity and be guided groans, until his companion arched against his chest with one click, and his semen spurted to soak the hand of lust and decorate the wall. massaging with loving kindness, Jared carefully separate their bodies, while Jensen was leaning against the wall catch my breath. He bent over exhausted at last, resting his forehead on his neck, eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her lips.
"I bet you went ill humor. "he murmured with mock sweetness. Jensen broke out laughing and finally turned to him, sweaty and happy.
"She 'Shut up ..." he said softly, laying a hand through his hair and allowing him to kiss her man. Only his

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Marriage Congragulatory Messages

[J2] Divine Justice


Title:
Love is the red rose of
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Author: moi meme,





mrs_toro_or



Beta : lovely

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Fandom
: Supernatural Pairing


: CastielxDean Raiting: PG Disclaimer: I do not belong, are all of my love-Kripke and the CW. Crossposted
: my lj; soon somewhere else, probably EFP and some other bad place where I accept it. Notes: slash, but alluded to. # Bday! Fic for my lovely
faithina . Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. Enjoy! : D Every rose has its thorns, I think. Everything good, everything good always has a dark side. There is always something to keep hidden, there is always something wrong.
A man with a wonderful life, a beautiful house, a beautiful family may be the saddest man in the world and wonderful family that might not ever know. But perhaps, perhaps hiding the rose is a rose no more plugs so generic. Perhaps the rose thorns that hides most of the other is red as blood, intense and intoxicating. I found it, the red rose. He was all alone in the middle of a garden bare and dry, shining in the grass dry and withered flowers. He seemed to radiate a red light and strong, seemed to be still there and I looked, it seemed that I tried.
When I entered the garden the first time I saw only the misery, the sadness, the gray that permeated. I looked around and could not understand why a place could be heaven seem so corrupt and dead. Then I saw her. I approached cautiously watched her, watched her for a long time. I could not understand why the petals were the most red and softer, I could not understand why her fragrance was the most beautiful and sweet, and passionate.
and took it. Its hidden thorns pricked my fingers, they bleed, but in spite of everything he did as bad as I expected. Only then I realized that nothing is really as it seems, that it was not easy to love him the same way that it was not easy to hold a red rose without getting stung.
In that moment, at that exact moment I looked into the rose, I looked deep and saw the horror, the darkness and sadness. The soft petals were only a facade to mask the complexity of inner and gave me a fool not to have understood before. When I looked into eyes for a second time I saw the light beyond the darkness, hidden behind the sadness of happiness, the good he had done beyond horror. I realized that would not be easy to manage. I realized that it was not easy to handle myself, all the new emotions that warmed me inside and made me dizzy, and I knew it would not be easy to manage him.
Not that there's never been able, however. I wanted to try to rationalize everything, to make sense of things, but I found out maybe a little 'late that we had no sense at all. Love, more red and pink scented garden of emotions, we can not understand. You can not run, can not be commanded. There is no full stop. Overwhelm you like a river, comes down on you like a bolt from the blue, you upset the life and soul.
Love is the storm and quiet, love is the passion and the sweetness, love is the red of the rose and its scent. Now I understand, finally, I fully understood that in the end I can never really understand. The only thing I can do is let this feeling inside of me food, give me the strength to fight and move on.
The only thing I can do is protect the most important thing for me in the world, love her with all my might, give it everything I have. I'll be there until the end, I'll be there at the end of the day, I'll be there when all this huge mess is over. -called Earth Cass, Cass called Earth! - Dean-Sorry, I was absently- Until the end, with the scent of the petals and with all the thorns that can hurt me. * The End *

Concrete Block Shower

"Let's get married"

In general, I watched this broadcast today is not the first time ... And God be with her, but whether I get the feeling of modern single women on the basis of all this:
a) single and 30 full and even more, but it is clear and true, but is considered strange, but in Europe, but we all know, that in Europe, and irritates me, I'm a 30 alone, so flawed and so on, but who said that? In general, there are people who have just one doctor ordered, and then 30 - It is not age, can still move mountains, but do not live as boring as some;
b) all the children or many children, lonely, with males at it this way react like "oh how hard to take on such responsibility, and there is a child age 9, for example, maybe hard, but not the same one from the cradle to grow;
c), and many of the age of 30 1-2-3 novel, which is strange, I look at my 24-year old girlfriends and themselves, but we hung with the same old love affairs simply, every 3 - the minimum number, not counting casual or short-term, that is behind the experience is such that not seem a little, but then I fell in love at 18 was suffering-suffering for 2 years, he was not recognized, then admitted that he rejected the possibility of relations, then there was a man much older, met 3 years, had a baby, he was gone, somehow everything is not fun ... No fancy chtoli ...
g), and many have been with married men, so much as everybody talks about it, they say, but still women, fools, and love is blind, I can understand short burdensome for anyone with married, but when "I gave him all of herself, and 5 years, he could not get away from my wife," I involuntarily begs the question, but actually what in such a situation, all of myself to give something back?? (Well, here I am, of course with maximalism judge, because one thing - a unit history of unrequited love, and another - "for one and the same mistake 5 years in a row with a fair persistence "...)

Herpes In Black Women

* Concert Whitney Houston *

Yesterday we went to a concert by Whitney Houston. Photos not, since taking pictures and shooting were strictly forbidden ((( Each sector workers were standing room and kept a sharp lookout that no one photographed ((
Overall, there was nothing on the one hand, I do not regret having gone, and on the other hand, I was expecting a lot more.
In fact, it looked like rather than on a big concert, and the kind of recital, she sang a little, little said, changed outfits three times, if the latter can be considered, as it it has appeared only for 5 minutes. (And immediately clear that the Greenpeace Madame did not applies in principle) ... But everything was alive)) though not as much as we wanted, even though it was obvious that its all very tiring. Generally formed oschuschuenie that came on the scene she was very very tired ... And so little about love, a little bit of pain, a little bit about God, and a little more music)))
Although generally a strange idea - in Russian Hall to push speech to amerikosskom agnliyskom eating okonyaanchaniya slang words and inserting ...
Sorry, I'm not a fan, because so many around, "wrote boiling water" with delight, but somehow I kept looking at more mundane ...
And apparently she forbade to shoot themselves in close-up, because it has never been made, although musicians and bekov shot, wonder why?
PS Actually, when I last was at the concert Zemfira, and free, and in general ... impressions I had much larger and deeper ... and somehow it was more outspoken and "blood" chtoli.
PPS "All of this is given with the blood," Zakharov.

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do not understand. Because in 'this place when there is a temperature warm enough to stay out of the house there is a time of crap (rain, thunder, the sky gray and depressing) and when the sun is shining and the sky is , there is always a cold clear Madonna!? Why the fuck, now I was under the scorching sun and I was literally freezing! The Veneto is not a place hospitable to humans at all. I miss
Sicily. ç_ç goddamn you were bathing in the sea a few weeks ago! And I do it myself swimming in the rain at 6 and a half hours of the morning going to school without an umbrella because then I forget it somewhere XD Okay, a little 'I love the rain, but all winter so it is ; by depressing morireeeee ... that is, if it snowed at least a satisfaction. *-* Well, one thing I like about the north is the snow soft and blocking streets so buses do not go and I can not go to school. Ole!

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[Supernatural] Love is the red rose of




TITLE:

Memories of you and me

Fandom:


Supernatural PAIRING: Dean
\\ Sam, but not necessarily understood in a slash

RATING:
various


WARNING: You ; a story homosexual themes. If you do not like to read.

DISCLAIMER:
the characters mentioned in this story belong to the CW and Kripke. None of the following and writing for profit.

NOTE:
then, each of these little stories is directly related to a particular moment in the series. So, this is a roundup of some of the moments that most I like them or they hit me, which I decided to write something. They are all Dean \\ Sam-centric, but can also be read in a non slash. The collection goes from first to fifth series, so it's full of spoilers. Ah, the sentences in italics are taken from the episodes. And I'm not betate, so forgive any mistakes

horrors.

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1.14 - Nightmares
Dean continues to speak and repeat that should just be a coincidence, while the headlights dell'Impala cleave the darkness of that damp night and he bites his lip slightly, glancing sideways at his brother. He's trying to cling to any logical and rational justification, which is quite absurd as time goes on to hunt down demons and ghosts, in order to convince Sam, and
himself, that it was only a stupid nightmare. But when Sam closes the phone and informs him that the license plate of the machine, there really is not much I can say. Because, obviously, there something wrong in everything. There is something wrong with his little brother.
1.15 - Bender's family clapped him on the iron bars of the cage and damn you can not keep you a satisfied grin on his face is painted. It's not that you are happy to see him locked in there, at the mercy of those crazy psychopaths, but at least you found it. Sam asks you raised a smile and you convince yourself that you're really good. You look around and come to the conclusion that the place you do not like it one bit '. So you concentrate on finding a way to pull out of there for Sammy, then, go find the bastards and give them what they deserve.
2.03 - Vampires that his brother is slightly insane, Sam has always known. And so when Dean asked him to punch him and emerged so suddenly, is not surprised that much, just giving all the above-mentioned madness. Then he realizes that perhaps Dean is trying to make him understand that he is sorry for Gordon and the entire history of the vampire and Sam come to the conclusion that, instead of being so theatrical, Dean should learn to use more often the word "sorry & rdquo ;. 's what that comes on the heels of his brother that lets you truly amazed. Dean complaining of their work, that Dean casts doubt what their father did and how they have grown. Rather unusual reversal of roles. And, finally, confirmation of the fears he had in those days, such as hunting has become too personal for him. Too much anger, too much bitterness, too much hate. But what matters is that all this hatred and anger that Dean was able to pull them out and not be overwhelmed. And if the credit is really his, Sam will have no problems to continue. Moreover has an honorable career spanning 25 years as a thorn in the side. And thanks to Dean is the best proof that could have in that regard. 2.10 - Destino cruel Gordon is a bastard son of a bitch. It will soon be a bastard son of a bitch dead. must wait just another minute.

As soon as you grab his hands and mouth free Sam, who is still fumbling with the straps to your ankles, the collar of his jacket and carrying her up to your face. The

slid him look anxious, worried about the ugly cut that was on the cheek, and the hills hand on his shoulder, to make sure that all goes well and that is really there. Because, while you were tied to that chair, you believed that you lost and the surge of anger, pain and panic that has overwhelmed you was strong enough to leave you breathless for a moment. why Gordon is a bastard son of a bitch dead.

But then, Sam's sleeve holds you and tells you not to worry and to go away, because so much is all settled and that Gordon is no longer a problem. I'll say in a voice so tired, a sort of half whisper, you you simply follow him towards the door without another reply. Too bad, you're just out of the building, the bullets fired by Gordon begin to whistle around your head and you, and told him to run, take a mental note to ask your brother what exactly his concept of "all system ". 2.21 - Clash of the chosen, pt 1

you throw forward, shooting at him, not just see the blade of the knife penetrating his back and his knees give in, crashing on the muddy ground. In a second the next six and you're holding in your arms, your hands while clutching his back and in a moment tinged with red. grabbed him by the shoulders and try to shake him, continuing to call him again because he has to stay awake. You should not leave.
His head, however, leans to one side, like a broken doll, and his body goes limp against you.
And yet you shout his name, with all the air out of your lungs, but his voice breaks and feel the heart gripped in an iron grip.
Because Sammy will not respond.
2.22 - Clash of the chosen, pt 2

not believe you have never driven the Impala at that speed. Not you believe you have never run so much and so fast in your car without worrying about the damage they may cause uneven roads or curves taken that way. And you do not care. The only thing that matters now is to push a little more 'on the accelerator and find the damn intersection. The rest, then everything will be okay

Post 3.16 - No peace for the wicked

E 'as if it had completely drained of any emotion, it is as if he had not been an empty shell of flesh. Sam did not think
it would be like. He thought it would hurt, it would be a searing pain and unsustainable. He believed that the world would be blocked, cracked irreparably, and he would be stuck in limbo indefinitely. Instead, it was found not to try anything, while the world has moved on as if nothing had happened.
So, Sam has continued to eat, drink, drive and drive. He continued to do all that he has always done. The only difference was that his heart stopped on the stroke of midnight and that is no longer going ahead.


Season
evaluating its existence, now that it has reached the last year of his life, Dean can say that it is very little that can be considered truly his own. Because when you're a hunter, after all, you do not have anything. You're always around, you move all the time, and you have the ability to create links to objects or people.
Thus, he feels that Dean is really limited the number of things that have value for him. His car, which is his child, and he never abandoned. It 'was his traveling companion when there was anyone else with him. Not even his father. Not even Sam. And it is a kind of family legacy.
Then there is the music. Why music is important when you're running on the road. It must be the right music, not the crap that is in fashion these days. Rather, music worthy of the name.
Soon after, Dean put us food that, in his humble opinion, is one of the joys of life: one of the things worth enjoying. And who cares if, as never tires of repeating his brother, in the long run it will destroy the liver. So it is no longer a problem must stand, what to worry about what might happen in the long run.
And, finally, the last place that remains is for Sam. Because the best things, the most important ones are kept for the end, no?
Sam, in fact, is the only thing that bothers him to die but, also, that it is willing to do so without hesitation. In front of Sam, in fact, all the rest does not matter anymore.





4.01 - The Lazarus rising
When you open your eyes and you realize where you are, a wave of panic shoots through. And as soon as you make it to lift the arms and use them to push up, all you hear in contact with your hands is the earth. Landslide on Earth that you face and traps you until you can not do enough to force pulled out of that which is your own grave. Land above and around you, you will land that sticks in the mouth and its taste is bitter and metallic that gives you a welcome back to life.


At any point in mid-season four

The wind blows out the window of quell'ennesima of yet another motel room, shaking the trees. Sam moves slowly, trying to avoid any noise, and goes to the door. Would not want to lie to his brother, nor be at a point, but he needs it. It needs only one that can give you Ruby, what they need to defeat Lilith once and for all. This is what repeats itself as it glides out of the room and get in the car, putting him in motion

because Dean is not there. There is only the cold wind continues to howl and penetrate the bones, making him shiver.

4. 21 - When the levee breaks

A fist and Dean ends up lying on the ground, with sore cheekbone against the floor. But that's nothing compared to the pain he feels Sam, the pain that the words of his brother caused him. Because Sam has seen the change in the eyes of Dean since his powers have begun to show up at that exact moment, in which he fully admitted his brother, Sam perceived as Dean has begun to look differently .
The handful of Dean's response goes directly on the left cheekbone, followed immediately by another. And, then, is a series of blows given and received between two people who can predict the moves each other too well because one of the two will prevail. Until Sam grabs Dean by the jacket and throws it against the booths of the room, so that the major finds himself landed, including fragments of glass and wood. Sam is wearing a second after he shakes hands around the neck with all the strength he has. Strings because the anger is too big and all-seeing red tight to prevent air arrivals in the lungs, tightens because, at that precise moment, it feels to hate Dean for the first time in his life.
And suddenly, the anger disappears and he lets go suddenly, standing up, while a new awareness makes its way into his mind: Dean does not understand how necessary it is what he is doing to win that battle, Dean believes that he is a monster, a nasty demon, Dean does not know it.



"You do not know me. You never did. And never will. "





He says it strangely calm and quiet as he turned to leave.

"If you go out that door, never come back."




Dean's words come broken and breathless, but all too clear. That's
definitely the final blow.
There's really nothing that holds it there.
4.22 - Lucifer Rising




He needs something alcoholic. Something very, very strong alcohol. He needs alcohol that slides down the throat and stomach burns, so it can overpower the other burning that is devouring it from within.

E 'a searing pain and he thought he had already peaked in his arms clutching the lifeless body of his brother. But this is worse. She told that if he left the door would no longer have to venture back and he is gone.

Sam is gone. And Dean is so tired, so exhausted, so exhausted and so much time, too, that you feel unable to move one step further.
Why Sam is gone and if there is if you find yourself against. And in the end all the strength not to lose it to him always given him. So, for a moment (but seems like a lifetime and leaves the empty space inside), not can no longer remember what the meaning of everything.

5.02 - Good God, y'all

go on like this is no longer possible. Even if we continue to pretend nothing happened, everything has become so obvious as to seem almost ridiculous. The eyes of Dean and his silences are something that can no longer endure. What stirs within him, he is not sure they can control, and a sense of guilt that is eating the inside, I groped for something to handle alone. And the only thing that seems sensible, at the moment is putting between himself and everything as much distance as possible. Go away again. Only in this case, in reality, there is a way to search for himself (that is, the

ch is, he understood all too well), but an escape. If by crap that has fallen upon them, or by Dean himself, Sam does not know this. He knows only that once, would not be a problem. Because until that moment, Sam had always thought that any obstacle he and Dean would have faced together.
5.03 - Free to be you and me

tightly against the door dell'Impala, Dean feels that anxiety is literally eating him alive.

has a hundred questions in the blending head. He'll be doing the right thing? His instinct tells him that yes, it's meant to be, because it can not be right to stay away from Sam, which together can be stronger also the weakness that each of the two is for the other. However, can not prevent the rational part is that he's in doubt creep in that what may prove a fatal mistake. And, then, become more the questions that are pressing. How will Sam was in those days when you have not seen? What will be done? And most importantly, what effect will make him again? A car turned the corner, Dean sees Sam's head vaguely, to then stop a few meters from him. His brother down a few seconds later and, while he was meeting an absolute certainty makes its way through the thoughts of Dean, erasing any kind of doubt anything will happen from then on, only depend on their actions. We win together or lose together.
5.03 - Free to be you and me The Freedom is what the two of them have never had. I have never been free to choose how to live their lives or what to do. Were not free to live a childhood like that of all other children or be able to grow without a burden too heavy to carry on their shoulders.
Freedom is in front of a fate that did not choose but are forced to face, decide to stand up to the mess together. And so, perhaps, come out whole.

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[Supernatural] - Memories of you and me

TITLE:




Influence Fandom: Supernatural RPS

PAIRING:

Jensen \\ Jared
RATING: PG16
BETA:



nike158


* loves *
WARNINGS:
story has a homosexual theme, if you do not like do not read .

DISCLIAMER: the characters mentioned in this story and there are really only of themselves. Nothing that follows will give a true representation of reality and is not written for profit.

NOTE:
written for the famous writing meme. The prompt

orchidea_lover
was Jared \\ Jensen "Fever" (Jensen ago from sexy nurse to Jared)
DEDICATED to

orchidea_lover , of course \u0026lt;3 And thanks to mokona89
for support with the titles ^. ^

Jensen's have repeated a hundred times not to walk barefoot around the house, not to keep the window open in the car (with the air current which is directly fired upon him) not to sit with wet hair after you wash them (not that Jensen does not like that wet hair falling over his forehead and the way in which Jared if the system behind the ears, mind you) because, well doing, it ended up getting sick. And Jared has, perhaps, never heard? Of course not. Now, as observed coughing and complaining of the bed between the sheets, Jensen would be tempted to let him come to terms with the result of his stubbornness and go get a ride. Almost.
"How do you feel?" Demand, approaching the bed and holding a glass in hand of water and two aspirins. "I think I'm on his deathbed." Jared moans, his voice seems to come from another dimension. "Nobody ever died for a while 'coughs and colds." Jensen grins, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Jared turns to his side, his eyes bright and cheeks a little 'red, and, without suffering another sigh, he pulls out his best expression of a puppy suffering. "You do not understand what my condition right now. I broke my head and my throat is burning. "Continues to complain, but is time, interrupted by a cough louder than the others. Jensen rests and pads on the glass table and stretches to the other to feel the opposite. "You're really hot." She says, slightly concerned, slipping his hand on his temple and then behind his head. "crazy stuff! I thought you were pretending? "Jared mutters indignantly that, however, does not depart. A little 'because he feels too dazed and bruised to do so, a bit' because the sensation of the hand of Jensen is extremely pleasant, even though he is a asshole who does not believe him. "You're an actor, Jared. The suspect is. "Jensen candidly replies" And anyway, you have a small tendency to exaggerate. Sometimes. "He adds, immediately after. Jared addresses a murderous look, accompanied by a "And you're an insensitive," but ignores the Jensen smoothly and bends over him. "So, next time, learn to listen to me instead of making more and your head. I told you you'd be sick. "She whispered near his ear and Jared heard a series of chills down my spine, which have nothing to do with a fever. "Look ..." begins the smallest, but is interrupted by a sneeze powerful stun him for a second. Jensen laughs shamelessly against Jared necks and snorting, sniffling. "Look what that has nothing to do." Again, turning his head to be able to get a better look. "The fact remains that now, you're wrong and I have to make sure you do not catch pneumonia or something." "Oh, you want to be my nurse?" Jared provocative questions, showing a smile malicious. Jensen raises his head from his neck and sliding his hand up to his shoulder. "It's not funny, Jay." "It's not really funny. More than anything, could have interesting implications. "" You were not about to die? "Asks Jensen stared skeptically. "Exactly. And 'your job to take care of one who, generously, your host at his house and do everything in your power to make me feel better. "Said Jared theatrical tone.
"So, you should take those and do not struggle so much." Argues Jensen without much conviction, as it indicates the pills on the bedside table and Jared spends his arms around her waist, pulling it toward you.
"This is better, trust me. I think it will be much more useful. " And now, their bodies adhere to each other in a tangle of skin and sheets, hot with excitement and fever.

"Tomorrow morning I will have an influence too." Jensen notes, slipping your fingers under the shirt of Jared and meeting at the mouth of the other, seeking her lips.

"Well, the side downside is that as a nurse six bad. What good is that, tomorrow morning, we just stay in bed while we wait for you walk a fever. "

And Jensen has nothing to say about it, because it is strongly agree. It just kissing Jared, regardless of his skin hot, his blocked nose that whistles a bit 'in the ear with each breath of his lips or chapped. not care if the next day will be under the same conditions.

it worth it for that.

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[SUPERNATURAL RPS] - Influence


Author:






orchidea_lover




Title: Yours


Fandom: Supernatural


Characters:
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing:
Dean / Sam

Rating: NC17


Genre:
One-shot, romance, angst
very


Party: 1 / 1

Notes: Gap-filler set in 5x01, immediately after the visit from Chuck. Hopefully, among other things, it was not the only one to notice something different in the hotel room of the boys ... Warning: Slash , wincest, sex between brothers Dedication: A
ladykikuri
who kindly swept into a tunnel of addiction to Supernatural without resistance. XD And my personal Dean, my
Mukuro. Thanks for the support of the latter period, and to keep my share of delusions, including the most sick. : P Your Sammy loves you! (And waiting with great anxiety that plan you know. ♥) Disclaimer: The characters belong to Kripke
, because if they were mine, at this WOULD BE happily together. This does not hold any rights non-profit organization. Summary:
When you do not know how far you are lost, look for an answer can be very painful.
Did we lose all the love that we shared Could Have?
And Its wearing me down, turning me round and Its And I can not find a way now to find it out
( Are You There? - Anathema)
"My dizziness disappeared thanks the simple fact that what I saw was love, the slow agony of a love destroyed. " (
Enduring Love - Ian McEwan) 're really here, Dean? You are here with me ...? The was his body, was his breath, his smell, the shiny thin flash of her eyes open in dim light, when some light passing outside them stroking for a moment. All this was, next door to Sam, in that bed in a hotel in the middle of a world probably close to a premature end. But what I really wanted to ask Sam, had no answer. After all, it was not really necessary, he only had to close my eyes, breathing heavily, take all the courage that he stayed and admit that he already knew: no, Dean was not there, was away in an area far enough from him to avoid having to actually see and touch, not to mention really dovergli. To pretend that those two boys lying nearby, suffocated by their own silence, they were still two of them, still the same Dean and Sam Winchester who had fought together, who loved to poke fun at up to laugh heartily, who had also chased by the beyond the boundaries of death ... and loved far beyond the limit that the rest of the world would have imposed on two brothers. Dean knew how to pretend so well that he had chosen that night to say yes to their question was repeated with each new frightening punctuality stop: "A double bed?". We had thought for a moment, then, with a smile and calmly and with conviction, she said yes. Sam without looking even for a moment, without having to figure out how to enable it to react, what to think. If this had been a step toward him or the last flash of self-preservation of something that was too wounded to survive. Whatever the answer, now lying in the bed, two people who probably had never been farther in their whole life, and Sam felt his heart squeeze in an almost physical pain, realizing that he could not see track to meet Dean, this time not. He had tried to talk to him ... but he could understand every intention of his younger brother just the way he pronounced his name in initiating speech, and had not allowed to go beyond that, "Dean ..." even once. Perhaps because he knew what Sam wanted to tell him, or perhaps because he had no ready answer that would put everything in place. Maybe, just pretend he did not know well enough to respond to his apology, saying something other than "never forgive you" ... Yet even the worst words in the world would have been less terrible than the silence, because would at least mean that Dean was next to him, that his eyes were no longer looking at a blank ceiling, and his heart was no longer so far away from Sam potergli not show what was inside. If you were closer now, in the twilight of the room, in the warmth of a shared bed, perhaps he could bring him back only for a while ', even with all the trouble that cost him groped again to start that conversation. Ever since, a few hours before, had gathered on that plane, every gesture, move or talk, even breathe, Sam seemed to cost an excruciating effort ... had discovered that the air seems more dense, it seems the enemy, who suddenly finds himself plunged into a remorse so great that it can not tolerate himself. He let his eyes wander in the dark for a moment, drawing a deep breath before slowly turning the head to the side, speaking to the brother's property profile. "Dean ..."
"Sam, sleep." The lower eyelids clenched painfully, repressing a sigh bitterly. His voice became more subtle, but not silent. "Dean, listen ..." he tried, but was again interrupted.
"The day the "Lunatic park" or you have not tired enough, Sammy? It seems that we stay on a roller coaster for a while ', so you'd better rest. "A pause, and Dean said in a melancholy tone:" It' s okay, Sam. Go to sleep, okay? " Sam stared at him for a long moment, hesitating, his throat tight with a knot of anxiety. Finally he shook his head, with one click turned on its side and went to Dean, putting her hand on his arm, feeling a tremor of unease horrible realizing that that contact almost stung, as if he felt it no longer had the right to touch it. "Nothing is okay," replied in a broken voice. "We remain here, they both wake up to torment yourself. Dean, please, look at me ... let's talk. We ... There are ... many things that we need to tell us ... "
" It 's a bit late for a heart to heart talk might serve some purpose, is not it? "returned the other, his face still turned to the ceiling, unable to completely hide the gradient caustic in his voice.
Sam's hand on his arm shook with a jolt guilty while the boy looked at his brother close his eyes in a deep breath, frustrated.
"Dean ... I ... "
" Okay, Sammy. "Dean interrupted him again. With a sudden impulse, the more turned his face and finally nailed in her eyes, and grabbed his hand, removing and holding up Sam. With overwhelming force, urged him to lie on his back, and took over him. "If you really do not want to sleep ..." Sam barely had time to ask him to look frightened, before sinking to the Dean's face and mouth on my neck, still clutching his wrist with a and pressing the other hand on her shoulder, poured upon a sudden heat that pinned him. Sam felt the bite and suck the skin as if he wanted to snatch it. "Dean ... no ... What ... no, wait ... stopped ... "Sam groaned, confused. "She 'Shut up, Sam. Do not say anything. "Dean's voice was hoarse panting on her skin, imperious and yet, in some terrible way, even desperate.
"Dean ..." Sam whispered in anguish, and in that Dean stopped abruptly and his face came within inches from that of his brother. His gaze pierced Sam like a sharp knife to the heart center ... Sam stared at his eyes narrow slits in bright, prostrated by the effort to contain the pain, and felt that his breathing was broken in his throat.
"Do not say anything ... Sammy, please ... please ... "I was pleading, her voice so low and muffled sound of a dying breath, and the petition was the only true moment in which Sam could feel it, hear Dean was there, he just returned from the long enough to prove that both were not able to sustain the mutual torment, not yet, not that night. The slow for a time seemed distorted when Dean finally levied closed his eyes, breaking the contact of their looks, and finally grabbed the silence that had given Sam, going down with his mouth on her, drowning in her breath. A kiss where both were lost, unable to delineate the border between the sweetness of mutual love and taste, the bitterness and pain. With eyes closed tight and burning, Sam was overwhelmed by the almost palpable feeling of Dean going off again, the more his warmth filled his mouth, he felt more run away. The tears slid silently to the side of his face, and for a moment he could raise his arms and Dean desperately tight, before disappearing altogether.
panted one of the other in the mouth, eyes still closed. Sam let go of his arms on the bed and felt his willingness to give in to despair. Dean lowered his face on the body of his younger brother, lifting his shirt, feeling that Sam docile to his hands and his will. Fiercely kissed his chest and abdomen, running his feverish hands, which seemed to breathe with the cries of pain, as if he needed to touch him but he's hurt. It was still the same beauty that can lose your head, that he had under him ...
But you're still my Sammy, I'll never be?
"UHG ..." A hoarse moan, and Dean clenched eyelids too late to prevent a tear down on the warm skin that still loved.
How bad are you doing, Dean? How bad have I done? ... Sam felt his chest startled for a moment, in a sob escaped his control.
"times." Murmured the voice scratchy pain of Dean. Sam did not wait to move, her hands rushing the sospinsero the very moment he spoke. Tore away with angry worth every garment, leaving their naked bodies, two's tormented beauty in the gloom.
Sam held his breath and squeezed his fingers convulsively to the sheet, feeling Dean bent over him, that same presence that had brought him membership in the completeness and nights when you were loved and were one.

You're no longer mine, Dean ...
moaned hard, his voice choking on the pillow, when the violent and sudden pain shot through him, tearing his body, taking away the memory of what Dean knew wonderfully prepared to receive its presence within him.
Maybe you were never really mine, Sam ... Another

rebel tear slid on the face of Dean, and his thrusts became stronger, looking with a hint of desperation thirsty love so much bigger than everything else, that only her brother had made him feel . Sam shook and groaned under him, was feeling much pain, yet they asked him to stop ... yet he could not stop ...

... because now, for you are a monster, Dean ...

pillow under Sam's face is wet of her tears the fabric of her moans became incandescent. A cry escaped him stronger from his throat burning, and the next moment she felt that the world stopped, the room stops spinning. Pain let go.

... but for me you'll always be my brother, Sam ...

Breathing deeply, the body still tense, Dean came to him with an unexpected gentleness, and laid his forehead on his back. Sam felt the quakes and tremors path to light, and his breathing betrayed tears.
"Sorry, Sammy." She whispered in a low voice so weak that it was not even sure I was heard. Without waiting for an answer, stood in the shadows and disappeared behind the closed door of the bathroom.

Sam stood motionless, his face dropped on the pillow, his eyes looked into nothing and saw only mask the pain of Dean, in that single moment where he could watch it really. His breathing slowly calmed down and relaxed her limbs in an exhausted abandonment.

No. .. I'm sorry you, Dean ... I'm sorry for everything ...

The tears do not dry yet.
Sam slowly reached out a hand, holding his fingers on the pillow beside her, as if it were a pretext not to fall into thinking that Dean was now too far back to be able to achieve. Too far to ever be his.

But I ... I will always be yours, Dean.


Under the violent jet shower, Dean remained motionless for a long, a clenched fist against the wall, eyes closed and a stone in his chest. They had lost ... what they had agreed to be wrong, immoral, what the rest of the world could not understand but that they would defend against anyone because no one knew what they had spent together and what they had suffered for a l & rsquo ; others, would really dare to call them "wrong" ... They had tried to claw back and now knew was lost. Dean came out of the shower with the slow steps a hollow body with a soul away. When he lifted his face toward the mirror, his eyes rested on the metal dripping pendant hanging from his neck. Do not drop anything, not even when he had nothing on him ... We ran his fingers slowly, as he felt a more lively beat to remind him that he still had a beating heart. His eyes narrowed as if they were questioning the image in the mirror, and flat, almost by stealth, brought both hands on the leather string, trying to lift it. The discomfort pressed his chest in an instant, suddenly making him feel just as lost ... Dean's lips stretched in made a smile of nostalgia and sadness, as he left the amulet and you fall back on was pressing a hand, holding his chest. No, maybe it was not really lost, maybe it was just much harder to find than he had hoped. Perhaps, although it was not certain of being able to reach again, somewhere still existed. closed his eyes and sighed deeply and continued to make the pendant, and with it a certainty that he could keep still.

I will always be yours, Sammy.

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[Supernatural] Yours

Author:


babycin


Title: Tomorrow is the last day

Characters:
Jared, Jensen, (Danneel, Genevieve, Jim and others just mentioned)

Rating: PG
- angst, romance

Notes:
slash Disclaimer: I'd like to know at least
Jared (Yes.. even in the biblical sense .. .. especially in the biblical sense), but neither he nor Jensen belong to me and this is a work of fiction. Does not reflect the sexual tastes of the characters. Non-profit organization.

Notes:
the phrase at the beginning of the fic is from the text Chasing Cars Snow Patrol, who inspired me and that I find particularly suitable ^ ^

All That I Am All That I Ever Was
Is here in your perfect eyes They're all I can see

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[J2] Tomorrow is the last day

TITLE: Far away
Fandom: Supernatural
PAIRING: Sam \\ Dean but merely theoretical.
RATING: G , but much angst WORDS:
200, double drabble DISCLAIMER:
the characters mentioned in this story belong to Kripke and others who hold the rights. I, in writing, we do not gain anything. NOTES:
written for the Mixed Doubles Festival of
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PROMPT:
(which I did not hit much, or at least enough to suck) Sam \\ Dean, "Michael and Lucifer"

are through Michael and Lucifer and are destined to clash in a deadly battle: to put as much distance as possible between them is the only way to avoid what they destroy Earth and its inhabitants. I through Michael and Lucifer, and are designed to collide in a deadly battle: to put as much distance as possible between them is the only hope they have to prevent those two supernatural entities to attach themselves to deprive them of their humanity, stealing their identity, turning them into empty shells. I
through Michael and Lucifer, and are designed to collide in a deadly battle: to put as much distance as possible between them is the only attempt that Dean can not come face to face with his brother. Because of that, no matter who will win, no matter if it will be after him again, master of his own body or not, no matter if the world still exist or will be only a faded memory, he could not survive. is why, on the other side of that phone, Dean told Sam does not want to come back. That's why he said goodbye. Why
loves him too much to allow it to destroy their love.

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[Supernatural] Far away

Hello ^ _ ^ I found this wonderful community for a very short time and this is my first post. For this reason I hope d do not you mess and the little fic below can be appreciated ^ _ ^ \u0026lt;3

TITLE: Return to breathe Fandom: Supernatural PAIRING: Dean \\ Sam (more or less)
RATING: G
BETA:

freebellamy it deserves a thousand thanks. Why did you betta in a flash and, above all, because it has sorbed a fandom that does not follow either. Thanks, really.

WARNINGS:

is a gay-themed story, if you do not like do not read. Incest slightly mentioned. The story is spoiler for the fourth season of Supernatural. Timlin: ep 4.01, Lazarus Rising.
DISCLAIMER: the characters mentioned in this story belong to the CW and Kripke. Nothing that follows is written for profit.
NOTE: written following the prompt "How come we all exchange for a couple?" Given me by

nike158 . The phrases in italics are spoken by the characters within episode. To be precise, the first and the second by Dean and Kathie Cristhiel (or whatever it is. I mean, Sam does not remember his name, let alone if I remember I u_u).


"Hey, Sammy."
When you find yourself in the front of the world around you stops. Because it is impossible, can not be. It can not be Dean one in front of your eyes. And, in fact, you throw against that figure that looks like your brother to end that stupid joke of some bastard of a demon or ghost. A joke that makes me laugh at all. But then there are the hands of Bobby that keep you and push you against the wall, and tells you that it is Dean. And 'your brother and it is true. And returned. So, your brain takes a few moments to process that information and let the idea of what is going on will not settle well in the lead, before the world to flow back to the usual speed. Except that, it is time to turn back the right way. Flow as it flowed back to six months before those destroy your life and you feel complete again. Whole. Vivo. Feel the blood rushing back into the veins and the heart to beat back the pace, while the hole that you had opened the chest disappears, swallowed up by the smell of Dean (your own odor) that will overwhelm the instant when the throw her arms around his neck and buried his face in his jacket. So when the girl opens her mouth and leaves you thrilled about. Because, frankly, you had forgotten it was in the room. You had forgotten his own existence. There Dean just now. Only Dean.
"So ... you two are together?"

You and Dean you look astonished and shake your head together. Dean raises an eyebrow, like all times, and once you specify that it is your brother.

She looks at you surprised, definitely not convinced, and suggests that maybe it's going on. You nod at once, accepting the idea and immediately dressed and waiting to collect her things.

*********

Later, after Dean and Bobby convinced that you did not bring it back to life (and do not want to dwell on that detail, because only God knows As far as we've tried and perhaps not even he knows how much I hurt not have succeeded) and wait for Bobby returns with the information you need, there were both sitting in that room.

You can not take my eyes off him, is stronger than you. It 's like a black hole that sucks all your attention. Your personal miracle. No matter what's really behind, it is a miracle for you next. You are fully got recapture the reality of his presence, when Dean interrupts your train of thought. "Explain to me why it happens all the time?" Asks you, and you open your eyelids because you have no idea what he's talking about.

"are you talking about?" Ask it, thinking that have missed some step. "Well, is not the first time. And it's absolutely absurd. Explain to me why we all exchange for a couple? "Dean exclaimed, thinking about what happened just before. Your mouth is opens in an O of surprise and immediately burst into uncontrollable laughter. Apart from the absurdity of the question itself, the fact that you have the mail at that time is something so absolutely Dean. Like, well, indescribable expression which accompanied it.
And everything is just wonderful.
"Hmm ..." he began, trying to stop laughing, "I think it's because seeing two men together forever be in doubt do so. Maybe, they would be too. "
" Do not talk nonsense, Sammy. We are brothers. "You contradict him.
"People do not know."'s Point 'Or, it depends on you. Maybe that impression from you that. "Add, jokingly.
"But please!" Dean snaps, standing up "Spare me this nonsense! If there is one who can give a similar impression is you. I've always said you were a bit 'too effeminate, Sammy And the music plays, then. And we definitely do something about that hair. "Dean growls with the usual tone of all time, heading towards the small fridge for a beer. You completely ignore the insults and you beautiful sound of his voice. "Do you know the truth?" Takes over, stopping next to you "It 's that people are strange. What nonsense. Does not even worth thinking about it. "Concludes, as if talking to himself more than anything else.

shakes his head and leaves you a pat on the shoulder, as he bends to grab the beer. A

you beat another puff of laughter, while you feel that weight that oppresses you is gone. And you really seem to be back to breathe.

Why Calculation 365/360

[FanFic SUPERNATURAL] Return to breathe

Author:

ruka_nanjou


Beta:

yoruko89





Title:
OTP and canon.

Fandom: Supernatural RPS


Characters:
Jared Padalecki / Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 953 (W) Warning: know Castiel (who plays him )? Then you're set. Summary: "You're only a problem of empathy." Disclaimer: possess a human being and make sexual innuendo altruism are contrary to my moral principles. Write a non-profit, no.
Notes: for some strange case came into Bon Jovi as background music. ( OTP and canon. )

How Do You Repair A Tarnished Mirror?

[Fan Fiction] and OTP of canon.

Hello people: D
Let's say you are * new * AEHM, that is, I turned a bit 'the site and only now I decided to post this crap my first story on Supernatural. I hope I do not tiriate tomatoes: ° D
said ... I leave to history. I hope you enjoy it! \u0026lt;3

Title: Slash Fan
Fandom: Telefilm, Supernatural.
Author: me the same same.
Beta reader:

faithina
Pairing:
Sam / Dean Rating
: PG13. Warnings: FOURTH SEASON SPOILER for those who had not seen in English, a bit of slash but just mentioned; drabble.
Disclaimer: this is all true
false. The characters are not mine
is not true, they are mine all right
and belong to that great man of Eric Kripke \u0026lt;33 Notes: scene taken from the eighteenth episode of the fourth set, I just added something to interpret it my own way even if Kripke alludes strong enough to want to tell us that hey!,
are together. Crossposted
: the my account on EFP.
Enjoy! -What 's a slash fan? - Hmm ... a -Sam-Dean-slash fans. Of us. Together- Dean rolled his eyes in disbelief. -I mean, your ensemble together? - Sam sighed briefly before nodding. "But let's go! - Dean snapped slamming his fist on the table. -They know that we are brothers?! - -Um ... I do not seem to matter--Co- Dean closed with a click of the laptop and went back to Sam on the bed, legs and arms crossed, a frown at least a mile long. -It 's crazy, "said starting to gesticulate. Those girls are ill-
, understand? Malate- Sam struggled to hold back a grimace. Forget the computer and went to sit at the foot of the bed of his brother. -care-who cares said kissing him, the smile is no longer accennato.

I commenti sono l’Ammore <3

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[FIC] Slash fan

[05] Jensen Ackles [15] Alexander Skarsgard [05] Deborah Ann Woll [20] True Blood 2x09 Teaser:
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Much Does Bed Cost Sligo Hospital

spn_itaslash @ 2009-08-19T19: 02:00

[001 - 016] Kristen Stewart & Taylor Lautner Icons
[017 - 033] New Moon Icons
[034 - 047] Twilight Cast at Teen Choice Awards Icons
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[054 - 057] Kellan Lutz Icons
[058 - 060] Nikki Reed Icons
[061 - 065] Ashley Green Icons
[066 - 075] Jackson Rathbone Icons [076 - 084] Supernatural Icons [085 - 108] Harry Potter and the Half-Bood Prince Icons
[109] Robert Pattinson Banner
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Teaser:




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When Does Opalescence Expire

spn_itaslash @ 2009-08-16T15: 08:00

I nostri due piccioncini *_*

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Jensen and Video Jared!

[12] Supernatural Misc [14] True Blood 2x02
[07] Simon Baker
[09] David Lyons [02] Simon Baker Wallpapers Teaser:
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Why No Waxing After Shower

Some quotes))

"Intimacy means: here is my heart and soul please make one hamburger, and enjoy - this is desirable and frightening, it is difficult live but to live without it impossible ... "

" time ... it's like a bandage ... will not heal wounds, and just take off the bandage perevyazyvaet.ty, but there is still wound ... "

" What we did not afraid of the truth alone: the pain of the fact that we can not accomplish outweighs the fear of committing "

" syphilitic-nice word ...... almost as an academician!! "

" I can not always make the first move. A couple more steps and I go "

" I'm different. I'm perfect. "

" threads that bind us. Sometimes they can not obyanit. They bind us, even after the threads have been cut short. Some links defy distance and time, and logic. Because some links are simply designed be "

" I would now sobbing, but my tear glands are too proud to cry! "

" Here's the truth about the truth: she is very hurt, so we lie. "

" You never know beforehand that the main day of your life will be paramount. While this does not happen ... You do not know the main day of his life, yet find yourself in the middle of it. Day When you devote yourself to something ... someone ... The day when your heart is broken ... The day when you meet your soul mate ... The day when you realize that time is always little, because you want to live forever ... This is the most important days ... Perfect Days. "

(c) Grey's Anatomy, the only series that I watch)))

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spn_itaslash @ 2009-06-27T15: 49:00

This story is born that way, a little 'for the nostalgia I feel for Ash, a little' because .. so. Thank



ladymacbeth77

for
stirred my imagination as if it were not enough to do my hormone


Author:



babycin
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Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Sam / Dean, Sam / Ash Other characters: Ash, Ellen Rating: NC17 Notes: slash, wincest - takes place mainly during the last episodes but Ash is still alive and still standing Roadhouse ^ ^ Disclaimer: . old story .. does not hold any right, the characters belong to Kripke and this work is not done for profit. Dean yawned behind her.