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fuzzybluemonkeys) wrote2005-12-06 07:18 pm
fuzzybluemonkeys) wrote2005-12-06 07:18 pm
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'Woke Up In a Car' or 'A Little Bit of a Chick Flick Moment'
In which the WB reruns the one episode I don't have on tape and things get mushy.
I've never been so lost,
I've never felt so much at home…
--Something Corporate
Sam closes his eyes and leans back. He lets his body fall to the mattress as he savors the taste of chocolate in his mouth. Something wet hits his forehead. A leak? He opens his eyes. And sees her. Bleeding. Burning. No!
He opens his eyes. And sees the dashboard of his brother's car. Through the windshield, he watches the blacktop roll underneath them. He sneaks a glance at his brother just in time to catch Dean sneaking a glance at him. Dean's eyes snap back to the road.
"You got a vision quest for us?"
"Nope."
They ride in silence for a while, until Dean reaches his hand to push the cassette tape back in and "Stairway to Heaven" gears up.
. . .
Sam lets his eyelids droop before he settles on the bed to wait for Jessica to finish her shower. He feels water drip on his forehead. He opens his eyes expecting to see her standing over him. Laughing as she wrings out her hair on his face. That is not what he sees. She is over him, but not laughing, dying. Obscenely defying gravity as the flames consume her. No!
Sam opens his eyes expecting to see Dean looking over at him from the driver's seat. That is what he sees. Dean turns the music back on.
"Have you ever loved a woman?" Sam asks before his brother can turn up the volume.
Without taking his eyes from the road, Dean smirks, "I love having sex with women."
"Would you stop being a macho ass for 5 seconds and answer the damn question!"
Now Dean spares his brother a glance, "Jeez man, what crawled up your butt?"
"Never mind," Sam huffs and turns to stare out the window.
. . .
He dozes in his bed. It's raining, but he's inside. This can't be right. He opens his eyes. It's raining blood and pain and death. Then the fire comes to take the rain away and- No!
He opens his eyes. It's raining plain, clean water. They're stuck in traffic.
"I'm serious about this Dean, have you ever," Sam searches for the right way to put it, "had something longer than a one-night stand?"
"Well there was this two-night stand-" Dean starts; then seems to think better of it, "I know where you're headed with this Sammy, and it's not your fault."
"But if this thing is after me--"
Dean cuts him off, "Then it's after you, but it's still not your fault. You were a baby when it took Mom, what could you have possibly done to make it your fault?"
Dean's words have that stubborn Dean finality in them, so Sam drops it.
. . .
His eyes are closed as he lies back onto the bed because on some level, he knows what's coming. When he feels the drips, he shakes his head as if to dislodge them. Finally, reluctantly, he opens his eyes. Jessica is sprawled out on the ceiling, as always. Her abdomen is sliced open, as always. And then the flames start, as always. And as always, his only thought is No!
He opens his eyes. It's only the dashboard, as always. Dean's concerned look returns to stoic calm when Sam looks at him, as always. And as always, Dean reaches over to start up the music, but this time Sam stops him.
"And Rockford?"
"What?" Dean is startled.
"Is Rockford my fault?"
Dean stares at the road like it's the most fascinating piece of pavement he has ever seen, but Sam prefers this to an instant change of subject or some wisecrack dismissal.
When Dean does speak, it's so quietly that Sam almost misses it.
"Do you really hate me that much?"
"No." Sam puts everything he has into that simple syllable. He wishes the word were longer, "Never." He doesn't dare look at his brother, until Dean does what Dean does best: makes Sammy feel safe.
"So Sammy," Dean drawls, "I called you 'Sammy' earlier and you didn’t correct me. Does this mean you're finally over the whole 'Sam' thing?"
"It's Sam, jackass." Maybe what Dean does best is make Sam feel like he's 12.
And Dean can't let his little brother have the last word, now can he? "'Jackass'? That's the best insult you can come up with? Did they teach you nothing in college?"
I've never felt so much at home…
--Something Corporate
Sam closes his eyes and leans back. He lets his body fall to the mattress as he savors the taste of chocolate in his mouth. Something wet hits his forehead. A leak? He opens his eyes. And sees her. Bleeding. Burning. No!
He opens his eyes. And sees the dashboard of his brother's car. Through the windshield, he watches the blacktop roll underneath them. He sneaks a glance at his brother just in time to catch Dean sneaking a glance at him. Dean's eyes snap back to the road.
"You got a vision quest for us?"
"Nope."
They ride in silence for a while, until Dean reaches his hand to push the cassette tape back in and "Stairway to Heaven" gears up.
Sam lets his eyelids droop before he settles on the bed to wait for Jessica to finish her shower. He feels water drip on his forehead. He opens his eyes expecting to see her standing over him. Laughing as she wrings out her hair on his face. That is not what he sees. She is over him, but not laughing, dying. Obscenely defying gravity as the flames consume her. No!
Sam opens his eyes expecting to see Dean looking over at him from the driver's seat. That is what he sees. Dean turns the music back on.
"Have you ever loved a woman?" Sam asks before his brother can turn up the volume.
Without taking his eyes from the road, Dean smirks, "I love having sex with women."
"Would you stop being a macho ass for 5 seconds and answer the damn question!"
Now Dean spares his brother a glance, "Jeez man, what crawled up your butt?"
"Never mind," Sam huffs and turns to stare out the window.
He dozes in his bed. It's raining, but he's inside. This can't be right. He opens his eyes. It's raining blood and pain and death. Then the fire comes to take the rain away and- No!
He opens his eyes. It's raining plain, clean water. They're stuck in traffic.
"I'm serious about this Dean, have you ever," Sam searches for the right way to put it, "had something longer than a one-night stand?"
"Well there was this two-night stand-" Dean starts; then seems to think better of it, "I know where you're headed with this Sammy, and it's not your fault."
"But if this thing is after me--"
Dean cuts him off, "Then it's after you, but it's still not your fault. You were a baby when it took Mom, what could you have possibly done to make it your fault?"
Dean's words have that stubborn Dean finality in them, so Sam drops it.
His eyes are closed as he lies back onto the bed because on some level, he knows what's coming. When he feels the drips, he shakes his head as if to dislodge them. Finally, reluctantly, he opens his eyes. Jessica is sprawled out on the ceiling, as always. Her abdomen is sliced open, as always. And then the flames start, as always. And as always, his only thought is No!
He opens his eyes. It's only the dashboard, as always. Dean's concerned look returns to stoic calm when Sam looks at him, as always. And as always, Dean reaches over to start up the music, but this time Sam stops him.
"And Rockford?"
"What?" Dean is startled.
"Is Rockford my fault?"
Dean stares at the road like it's the most fascinating piece of pavement he has ever seen, but Sam prefers this to an instant change of subject or some wisecrack dismissal.
When Dean does speak, it's so quietly that Sam almost misses it.
"Do you really hate me that much?"
"No." Sam puts everything he has into that simple syllable. He wishes the word were longer, "Never." He doesn't dare look at his brother, until Dean does what Dean does best: makes Sammy feel safe.
"So Sammy," Dean drawls, "I called you 'Sammy' earlier and you didn’t correct me. Does this mean you're finally over the whole 'Sam' thing?"
"It's Sam, jackass." Maybe what Dean does best is make Sam feel like he's 12.
And Dean can't let his little brother have the last word, now can he? "'Jackass'? That's the best insult you can come up with? Did they teach you nothing in college?"
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and the car theme is clever i like the song tie in at the begining seems like thats what sam would be thinking
and deans responses r very dean like
whats wrong with chickflick moments
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