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Title: Light
Author:
tru_faith_lost
Rating: PG
Pairing: AntiChrist!Sam/Dean
Summary: Too short for a summary really, just a random ficlet about what Sam would do if he had all the power in the world.
Disclaimer: Yeah, no buckazoids, Roger Wilco. I be lowly space janitor. You're welcome to my mops.
A/N: Whattaya know? I got nothing to say except Boo! Hiss! to everyone on my f-list who didn't warn me about the end of Brokeback Mountain. I don't do unhappy endings...Not. Ever. So read in good faith, kind reader.
Light
Dean washes the car on Sundays, has ever since Sam can remember, since the car was Dad’s and rainy Sundays were spent driving to the next hunt, Dean telling the rain to, “Stop. Start. Stop,” while Sam giggled in amazement. Sam doesn’t remember how old he was when he realized Dean could only control the rain when they went under an overpass, doesn’t remember the last time he giggled in amazement either.
Pastor Jim always said rain on Sunday was Heaven weeping.
Since Sam broke the deal, it rains every Sunday, but Dean still washes the car.
And Sam watches, rainwater dripping down the long strands of his bangs and clinging to his eyelashes. He doesn’t blink, likes the ripple effect of waves in his vision as he oversees Dean in his weekly labor of love--Dean with sheen of sweat glistening on his brow, damp t-shirt clinging to his back. Sam thinks it’s like seeing his brother new again, the way he saw him when Dean could part the sea of clouds with just a word, just for Sam.
Sam doesn’t mind waiting, could watch Dean like this forever, would if Dean asked. Dean would never ask, though. Instead, he catches Sam’s eyes for a second, rainbows dancing between them in the mist, and bites his lip to keep from smiling too hard. That doesn’t stop the blush spreading up his cheeks, across his freckles and into his sweat-darkened hair. The sun shines all the brighter for the appreciation.
When the last spot of wax has baked and hardened, been buffed to a sheen that mimics the glint in Dean’s eyes, Dean joins Sam in the rain, lets his little brother rinse the caked dust from his shoulders, kiss the salt from his neck.
The first hint of goosebumps along Dean’s arms, and the sun shines again.
Heaven might weep around them, but as long as Dean looks at him like this, all grace, and wonder, and alive, the sun will shine. Because Sam says so. And when it comes right down to it, light is light, no matter who makes it so. No matter for whom.
And there is light. And it is good. Heaven’s not the only land weeping.
I know it's short, but please to be commenting anyway. I iz vewy saadddd. (Don't ever watch Brokeback Mountain for the first time when you're alone at three a.m.)
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Rating: PG
Pairing: AntiChrist!Sam/Dean
Summary: Too short for a summary really, just a random ficlet about what Sam would do if he had all the power in the world.
Disclaimer: Yeah, no buckazoids, Roger Wilco. I be lowly space janitor. You're welcome to my mops.
A/N: Whattaya know? I got nothing to say except Boo! Hiss! to everyone on my f-list who didn't warn me about the end of Brokeback Mountain. I don't do unhappy endings...Not. Ever. So read in good faith, kind reader.
Light
Dean washes the car on Sundays, has ever since Sam can remember, since the car was Dad’s and rainy Sundays were spent driving to the next hunt, Dean telling the rain to, “Stop. Start. Stop,” while Sam giggled in amazement. Sam doesn’t remember how old he was when he realized Dean could only control the rain when they went under an overpass, doesn’t remember the last time he giggled in amazement either.
Pastor Jim always said rain on Sunday was Heaven weeping.
Since Sam broke the deal, it rains every Sunday, but Dean still washes the car.
And Sam watches, rainwater dripping down the long strands of his bangs and clinging to his eyelashes. He doesn’t blink, likes the ripple effect of waves in his vision as he oversees Dean in his weekly labor of love--Dean with sheen of sweat glistening on his brow, damp t-shirt clinging to his back. Sam thinks it’s like seeing his brother new again, the way he saw him when Dean could part the sea of clouds with just a word, just for Sam.
Sam doesn’t mind waiting, could watch Dean like this forever, would if Dean asked. Dean would never ask, though. Instead, he catches Sam’s eyes for a second, rainbows dancing between them in the mist, and bites his lip to keep from smiling too hard. That doesn’t stop the blush spreading up his cheeks, across his freckles and into his sweat-darkened hair. The sun shines all the brighter for the appreciation.
When the last spot of wax has baked and hardened, been buffed to a sheen that mimics the glint in Dean’s eyes, Dean joins Sam in the rain, lets his little brother rinse the caked dust from his shoulders, kiss the salt from his neck.
The first hint of goosebumps along Dean’s arms, and the sun shines again.
Heaven might weep around them, but as long as Dean looks at him like this, all grace, and wonder, and alive, the sun will shine. Because Sam says so. And when it comes right down to it, light is light, no matter who makes it so. No matter for whom.
And there is light. And it is good. Heaven’s not the only land weeping.
I know it's short, but please to be commenting anyway. I iz vewy saadddd. (Don't ever watch Brokeback Mountain for the first time when you're alone at three a.m.)
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Date: 2007-12-29 03:34 pm (UTC)OH BOYS:)
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Date: 2007-12-29 08:22 pm (UTC)Heaven might weep around them, but as long as Dean looks at him like this, all grace, and wonder, and alive, the sun will shine. Because Sam says so. And when it comes right down to it, light is light, no matter who makes it so. No matter for whom.
And there is light. And it is good. Heaven’s not the only land weeping.
So damn poetic. It's just gorgeous. ♥
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Date: 2007-12-29 10:12 pm (UTC)Tracy
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Date: 2007-12-29 11:32 pm (UTC)Beautiful!
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Date: 2007-12-30 06:23 am (UTC)And you wouldn't happen to know who tagged my fics, now, would you?*shifty eyes*
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Date: 2007-12-30 03:30 am (UTC)I esp loved the part about Dean controlling the rain when they went under an over pass.
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Date: 2007-12-30 06:25 am (UTC)Thanks so much for reading, sweetie.
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Date: 2007-12-30 11:45 am (UTC)And ya gotta be careful of BBM. . .that ending was a sucker punch for me and I didn't watch it in the same circumstance that you did! Why no happy ending for Jack and Ennis, huh? WHY!?!?!?!? *deep breath* I like to live in Denialland when it comes to that movie because I too must have a happy ending.
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Date: 2007-12-31 01:04 am (UTC)And damn that movie. I feel compelled to write extremely angsty fic now just so I can fix it. *sob*
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Date: 2007-12-30 05:28 pm (UTC)I hear you about seeing BBM for the first time, and I luckily didn't see it alone!
Hugs,
Lynsey
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Date: 2007-12-31 01:13 am (UTC)And that movie will never be watched again. I'm not feeling the need to write something really angsty just so I can fix it. *my heart bleeds*
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Date: 2007-12-30 07:08 pm (UTC)*sniffle*
Oh, lovely.
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Date: 2007-12-31 09:36 am (UTC)That's a killer line to end this short, delightful ficlet.
And it's so easy to see this... Dean working on the car, lavishing it with love, Sam watching him. Sam always watching, his own little sexual aberration...
Thank you for sharing this!
*hugs*
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Date: 2008-01-01 02:31 pm (UTC)And I SO wish I had not watched Brokeback Mountain, because now everytime I think of the boys I imagine them alone and miserable for the rest of their lives, and it just...erk, y'know there's a reason I cannot read death!fic. *headdesk*
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Date: 2007-12-31 05:04 pm (UTC)Beautiful Tracy, thank you :-)
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