A bit of an abstract fic. It's supposed to be their thought processes but I hope I didn't make it too messy. 'Twas fun to write :D
On a hunt:
Dean coming up the stairs, move out of doorway to give him a clear shot.
Damn it, that's the gun lost. Deflect hit with knife, stab. Go back to hell. Stab, stab.
WHOA! Wasn't Dean, then. Standard slip out of chokehold; doesn't apply when your attacker has inhuman strength. Where the hell is Dean? Not dead. Not hurt. Hurry up.
Woss takinso long?
White noise beyond human comprehension.
The Winchesters are in trouble.
Dean on one side. Sam on the other, unconscious on the floor. Dean outnumbered, has won anyway. Winchesters no longer in immediate danger.
Should leave now.
Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean
…FUCKING DEMON HELLSPAWN HURT MY BROTHER SONUVA WHORE OF BABYLON. RIDE YOUR MOTHER BACK TO HELL AND TELL' EM WHO SENT YOU.
Sammy. He's okay he's fine…
Sudden intense sexual tension. Not the time. Not ever the time.
"You're late. We could've done with some angel intervention a minute ago. Do you mind…?
Moving out of the way?"
Good, didn't have to touch him. Bad idea in this mood.
Made odd feelings.
Later on. Back at base, an empty house on the edge of town:
"Sleeping it off on the sofa. Got a pretty nasty knock on the melon…
Thanks for. Bringing him here. Would've taken longer if I'd had to half-carry him…
I mean. You do it all the time and that's what I'm trying to say. I know you think we take you for granted.
I'm trying to thank you here, just accept it, okay?"
Damn it. Standing so close with the looking thing. Angels must not feel the need to blink. Stop staring back, then. NO DON'T LOOK AT HIS MOUTH!
white noise white noise white noise A little girl a block away, praying for her brother to be safe on his first day of school. white noise white noise white noise white noise
Dean said thank you. That's the fourth time he's ever done that.
DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN
Dude stop looking at his mouthDON'T THINK ABOUT KISSINGokay… Now move. Move. Move, damnit. Lift your fucking foot off the fucking floor and take a step back. Don't think about how much you like having him around and how much he cares about Sam. Or how he tore himself out of a life he'd had for millennia to help you.
Dean. Dean's eyes, Dean's soul. Dean's lips. Dean's mouth.
[Momentary mind blank.]
Okay, so you're kissing him. That's cool. Not cool. It's cool. Jesus Christ.
You're kissing a-
It feels fizzy. He's fizzy.
Dude you're kissing a-
You're kissing a-
I'm kissing another dude. Yeah, so?
You're kissing an angel!
So angels are fizzy?
I really wish I could pretend I didn't know this was real.