Supernatural

Title: Ghost Images To Fill Empty Hands Author: HalfshellVenus Characters: Sam/Dean (Slash, Drabble) Rating: PG-13 Summary: Dean clung to those moments over four desperate years… Author's Notes: A belated birthday gift for gretazreta, who wanted Sam/Dean. Hope you like it!

x-x-x-x-x Dean, have we ever been on a picnic?" Dean packed lunch, and led them along the creek to a meadow with jungle-high grass. Is this picnic food?" Sure." Sam drank soda and ate crackers while watching butterflies and listening to the grass hum.

As dark nears, Dean gets restless—not always, but often. Sam asked about it once, but Dean's glare wasn't an answer or worth risking again. What." He backs Dean against the wall, Dean's blush betrayed by the interest rising up below. Sam—" He kisses Dean, hard and insistent until Dean melts.

I can't believe we're stuck here," Dean said. The car never broke down, never—Dean made sure of it. But no sooner had they rolled into town than the engine died, and Dean couldn't fix it. They'd had to get a tow, then take a bus to the motel. Dean sat. "Just for that, I'm kicking your ass."

Trick—" Rufus, this is Bobby. Are you there? Why the hell do I even—of course you are, you never leave the house. Rufus, pick up the damn phone… Jesus Christ, you're slower than an old woman… All right then, fine. I just called to remind you that it's Halloween, so don't—"

One day in October, Dean and Sam Winchester, who were brothers, drove in to the town of Laredo. Texas. By the girl. Damn, she wants my fine ass," Dean thought. What's your name, dollface?" Dean asked. Tammy-Lynn," Dean murmured over the sounds of AC/DC.

You and I weren't talking, and demons took over the planet." Just demons." What about Castiel? He didn't help?" Hah. Castiel was running a 'love cult' with ceremonial orgies, and getting stoned." No!" I know." How bad?" Dean!" I'm kidding, Sam."

Supernatural Gen: There's No Such Thing As Free Hamburgers (Crack Humor, PG) (S1 Fairytale) - Mystery turns to misadventure at a cottage in the deep, dark woods… With No End In Sight (PG) (3x11 "Mystery Spot," poem) - Sam lost Dean again today…

Title: With No End In Sight Author: HalfshellVenus Characters: Sam, Dean (Gen) Rating: PG Summary (3x11, "Mystery Spot): Sam lost Dean again today…

Sam and Dean lie on a blanket, midnight sky glowing overhead. The moon is bright in a sea of star-studded blue, its light bathing everything below. Should do this more often," Sam says, fingers mapping the shadows from Dean's shoulders to his hips.

x-x-x-x-x It's lonely, being the Winchester who doesn't fit. It's a restless place, so bad you abandon your sole comfort to go looking for something more than a void defined by the only person who can fill it. Dean welcomes you back, arms open—always. You don't deserve it, but you take it.

Dean!" It?" Gross," Dean commented. Dean considered. "Yeah, all right," he nodded. So how long was I stuck in there?" Dean asked. A couple of days," Sam admitted. Dean spotted the Impala up ahead and quickened his step. "That's ridiculous." Frog lips, Dean thought, and shuddered.

No!" Dean protested. "Well, maybe…" His eyes narrowed with the sense of being toyed with. "But that's beside the point. Why are you here stealing my French fries anyway, Castiel? I mean granted, they're good and all, but seriously, haven't you got an Apocalypse to run?"

I'm betting twelve," Sam said. Twelve! That's ridiculous! I'm only—" Dean stopped. Keep going…" Nine and a half, maybe ten," Dean muttered. "Depends." It's not like that," Dean scowled. "Just 'cause you're Mr. Rebellion…" I still say twelve." Just wait," Sam gloated. "You'll see…"

He keeps thinking of other times—Sam lying against him, smoothing over Dean's chest and thighs, Sam straddling him and milking him with his fist, holding Dean down and working him over until Dean finally shakes apart. What?" Sam prods.

Or not. Elevator guy's here, all hopped-up about something. Dean found Sam overly intense at first, but it's growing on him. The ghost part's kind of weird, but interesting (or the Cleanse is making Dean nuts). What the— Ghosts are real? Not to mention scary. Jesus.

Sam sighed dispiritedly. "Ruby—" he started. Yeah," Dean admitted. Dean…" Sam said softly, like he was calling from far away. Dean." Are you getting in, or what?" Sam asked. Dean!" Bad?" Sam whispered. Tomorrow…" Sam started. Where to?" Sam asked. Should we stop for breakfast?" Sam asked.

Sam crouched by Dean, hearing scuffling and grunting noises, then a roar. Silence. Okay, boys, you can—no, Sammy, don't stand up!" bonk* Aw, damn…" C'mon, Sam, hurry up." Well when you learn to walk, we've got selvar demons waiting inside." You'll have to lure it in, Sam. Be ready—" I know… "

Soon they were on the road together, looking for traces of their father. It was both half-alien and all-too-familiar, falling back into that life, but it was temporary and Sam could never really say no to Dean any more than Dean could ever do the same to him.

Dean wakes in the car after midnight. Sam sleeps against the window, throat long and silky in the moonlight from above. No. In Tacoma, Sam slips in bed beside Dean, whole body crowding him, waiting. I need you," Sam whispers—desolate, broken.

Dean wanted a gun for his birthday. What's it like, turning nine?" Sammy asked him. Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots!" Sammy shouted. "They're on TV!" You bet, Sammy." Dean worked the box open, and started putting the batteries in the toy's base.

His world runs more black and white than most. He deals in vampires, where reversals don't exist: once turned, always evil—damn any conflicting evidence, he doesn't buy it. Vampires took everything he ever loved. Sam Winchester seems like a good person, even downright kind. How a boy like th...

x-x-x-x-x Cassie liked candlelight, a girl-thing, probably. Dean never minded. His life spilled out by motel lamps and back alley streetlights, the encounters just as practical and cheap. That's how it was. Candlelight, Dean thinks, utterly riveted.

The air grows heavy like a cloud about to break, and Dean tilts his head up in the shadows of a Vieux Carre alley and waits. Sam's lips find him before the water does. It's daylight." Sam grips Dean tight against him, lost in the pull of distant music and the slick perfection of his brother's skin.

x-x-x-x-x Dean used to think Sam knew, back before. Never again and I'm sorry, Sam said, and Dean held on tight and let the years of hopelessness fade away. Whether it was demon blood or danger behind his change of heart, Sam was finally as much Dean's as Dean had always been his.

After three weeks without in Tennessee, Dean's primed and edgy. The smell of Sam's hair crowds the kitchen, Sam's hands curving around a telephone make Dean ache. Bout fucking time," Dean growls against Sam's neck, thrusting into him. Sam arches underneath, shudders into Dean's fist.