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apocalypsosSo yeah, when I said I probably wasn't going to end up doing drabbles for most of those for the writing meme, I wasn't kidding. And there's going to be a lot of skipping around, because whatever inspires me comes first, but I have off until Friday night so I have plenty of time to get all fifteen prompts done. :)
Title: Everything Feels Like Falling
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,189 words
Pairing: Dean/Jess, references to Sam/Jess
Warnings: Sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just like playing with them.
Summary: There are dreams and there are nightmares, and Dean's living both of them at once.
Author's note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jellicle_freak with the prompt, Ficlet from "Across the Universe" universe.
*****
Everything Feels Like Falling
*****
6:27 a.m.
He thinks about waiting but can't, thinks about going to Starbucks or some other coffee bar and coming to the door with a continental breakfast but won't be able to hold off that long. The only break he allows himself when he gets into town is the ten minutes to count his wounds and remember where he got them, the cut from the slice of a spirit's scimitar, the dark bruise on his side where the werewolf hit him, the stitches in his arm where he had to sew together the flesh torn apart by knife-sharp claws.
Jess will want to know every little detail because she worries like that, and he'll be damned if he'd leave anything out for her sake.
He doesn't bother to knock anymore. She won't let him.
She wakes up to the sweet press of his lips to the crook of her neck, and immediately curls into him like he's only been gone for a minute instead of three weeks.
8:48 a.m
Daniel likes it when his daddy picks him up and hangs him upside down, twirls him around and makes him swim with dizziness. His high-pitched giggles fill the kitchen like birdsong, and it's like his daddy never left.
He lets Daniel slip back to the floor and Daniel spins on purpose with his arms stretched out like he's trying to keep that feeling in his head, his too-long brown hair flying out around his face before he bumps into his daddy's legs and squeals when he stops. His arms wrap around his daddy's leg tighter and tighter, and Daddy makes a big show of limping around the kitchen, saying, "Jess, did my foot just fall asleep or did I just grow a little man on my leg?"
Daniel's giggles start up again, and when Daddy walks up behind Mommy at the stove and slides his arm around her waist, Mommy starts to hum and Daniel doesn't understand why.
11:13 a.m.
Rebecca finally shows up with apologies left and right, kisses him on the cheek and sweeps up Daniel in her arms before ducking out the door. "Have fun, you two," she calls out with a knowing tone, and Jess blushes until the door closes behind Rebecca.
Maybe it says something about them, that they don't even wait until they hear Daniel babbling happily from outside as Rebecca puts him in her Jeep, until they hear the car pull away with its familiar cartoonish vroom. Jess practically attacks him, shoving him towards the bedroom and hell if he's going to complain, but he's never been one to deny a girl anything and the fact that she thinks they're even going to make it to the bedroom is kind of endearing.
His hand latches onto her arm and pulls her against him before she can complain, his lips and tongue teasing breathy moans from her as he lifts her up and presses her against the nearest wall. Her legs wrap around his waist, and there really was a damn good reason she put on that loose frilly skirt, the silky impractical thing that slides up her thighs like it never wanted to cover them in the first place.
When he comes, he's sure he says something about missing this, about missing the weight and feel and scent of her, but Jess knows him well enough never to confirm it even if he had.
1:56 p.m.
Jess has this spot near her waist, near where the scars of carrying Daniel still mark her skin, and when his teeth score across it, she rears off the bed and makes this whimper that damn near kills him every time. It always makes her giggle at the look on his face, too, makes her hands trail low on his body and this wild twinkle dance behind her eyes.
He's about to get her attention in all the best ways when she says, "Wait, wait," and reaches onto the nightstand for something.
"I've been practicing," she says with pride, then throws the small blade in her hand at the dartboard on her bedroom wall.
It pierces the bullseye as if it were drawn to it like a magnet behind the wall, and when he slides his hands along her thighs and drifts his tongue over her, it's probably because that may be the hottest damn thing he's ever seen.
4:20 p.m.
Jess has these jazz CDs, although where the hell she got them, he'll never know. In between the albums she bought for herself (obscure alternative bands he teases her about and top 40 crap she doesn't feel the least bit ashamed about owning) and the ones she bought for him (enough classic rock for him to start his own radio station) are a handful of jazz albums he's starting to think she inherited from Sam and just won't admit to.
He slips one in just for the hell of it while she's chopping up vegetables for dinner, some musician he's never heard of whose songs pour from the speakers of her stereo system like fine wine set to music.
She suspects something immediately, he can tell, because the slicing of a knife through celery stops and this soft sound between a laugh and a sigh rises before he can enter the kitchen.
He pulls Jess into the living room, slips his arms around her and inhales the scent of her like an addiction, and when she sways in his grasp, he feels like he's grabbed onto a wisp of smoke and won't let go.
9:47 p.m.
Rebecca brings Daniel back to the apartment half-asleep and ready to be dumped into the nearest bed. Daniel sags into his daddy's arms and latches onto him like a barnacle, and his daddy simply gives up and curls up in Jess's bed, he and Jess bracketing Daniel on either side as the little boy snuggles up between them.
Jess's arm drapes over her son and it puts her right out, the two of them asleep beside him in a sweet, tangled bundle. There's something off about all of this, like he isn't supposed to be here, like Sam's going to walk in any minute now and ask him to leave like he's a round peg who's crammed himself into a square hole he wasn't supposed to be anywhere near. Daniel's hair drifts in dark gentle whispers over his skin as he pulls the long brown strands away from the little boy's eyes, and when Jess wriggles in her sleep, her hand slips from Daniel's chest and falls to rest on the stitches on his arm.
He tries desperately not to fall asleep, not right now, because every time he does anymore he sees Jess on the ceiling bathed in flames.
Title: Everything Feels Like Falling
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,189 words
Pairing: Dean/Jess, references to Sam/Jess
Warnings: Sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just like playing with them.
Summary: There are dreams and there are nightmares, and Dean's living both of them at once.
Author's note: Written for
jellicle_freak with the prompt, Ficlet from "Across the Universe" universe.Everything Feels Like Falling
*****
6:27 a.m.
He thinks about waiting but can't, thinks about going to Starbucks or some other coffee bar and coming to the door with a continental breakfast but won't be able to hold off that long. The only break he allows himself when he gets into town is the ten minutes to count his wounds and remember where he got them, the cut from the slice of a spirit's scimitar, the dark bruise on his side where the werewolf hit him, the stitches in his arm where he had to sew together the flesh torn apart by knife-sharp claws.
Jess will want to know every little detail because she worries like that, and he'll be damned if he'd leave anything out for her sake.
He doesn't bother to knock anymore. She won't let him.
She wakes up to the sweet press of his lips to the crook of her neck, and immediately curls into him like he's only been gone for a minute instead of three weeks.
8:48 a.m
Daniel likes it when his daddy picks him up and hangs him upside down, twirls him around and makes him swim with dizziness. His high-pitched giggles fill the kitchen like birdsong, and it's like his daddy never left.
He lets Daniel slip back to the floor and Daniel spins on purpose with his arms stretched out like he's trying to keep that feeling in his head, his too-long brown hair flying out around his face before he bumps into his daddy's legs and squeals when he stops. His arms wrap around his daddy's leg tighter and tighter, and Daddy makes a big show of limping around the kitchen, saying, "Jess, did my foot just fall asleep or did I just grow a little man on my leg?"
Daniel's giggles start up again, and when Daddy walks up behind Mommy at the stove and slides his arm around her waist, Mommy starts to hum and Daniel doesn't understand why.
11:13 a.m.
Rebecca finally shows up with apologies left and right, kisses him on the cheek and sweeps up Daniel in her arms before ducking out the door. "Have fun, you two," she calls out with a knowing tone, and Jess blushes until the door closes behind Rebecca.
Maybe it says something about them, that they don't even wait until they hear Daniel babbling happily from outside as Rebecca puts him in her Jeep, until they hear the car pull away with its familiar cartoonish vroom. Jess practically attacks him, shoving him towards the bedroom and hell if he's going to complain, but he's never been one to deny a girl anything and the fact that she thinks they're even going to make it to the bedroom is kind of endearing.
His hand latches onto her arm and pulls her against him before she can complain, his lips and tongue teasing breathy moans from her as he lifts her up and presses her against the nearest wall. Her legs wrap around his waist, and there really was a damn good reason she put on that loose frilly skirt, the silky impractical thing that slides up her thighs like it never wanted to cover them in the first place.
When he comes, he's sure he says something about missing this, about missing the weight and feel and scent of her, but Jess knows him well enough never to confirm it even if he had.
1:56 p.m.
Jess has this spot near her waist, near where the scars of carrying Daniel still mark her skin, and when his teeth score across it, she rears off the bed and makes this whimper that damn near kills him every time. It always makes her giggle at the look on his face, too, makes her hands trail low on his body and this wild twinkle dance behind her eyes.
He's about to get her attention in all the best ways when she says, "Wait, wait," and reaches onto the nightstand for something.
"I've been practicing," she says with pride, then throws the small blade in her hand at the dartboard on her bedroom wall.
It pierces the bullseye as if it were drawn to it like a magnet behind the wall, and when he slides his hands along her thighs and drifts his tongue over her, it's probably because that may be the hottest damn thing he's ever seen.
4:20 p.m.
Jess has these jazz CDs, although where the hell she got them, he'll never know. In between the albums she bought for herself (obscure alternative bands he teases her about and top 40 crap she doesn't feel the least bit ashamed about owning) and the ones she bought for him (enough classic rock for him to start his own radio station) are a handful of jazz albums he's starting to think she inherited from Sam and just won't admit to.
He slips one in just for the hell of it while she's chopping up vegetables for dinner, some musician he's never heard of whose songs pour from the speakers of her stereo system like fine wine set to music.
She suspects something immediately, he can tell, because the slicing of a knife through celery stops and this soft sound between a laugh and a sigh rises before he can enter the kitchen.
He pulls Jess into the living room, slips his arms around her and inhales the scent of her like an addiction, and when she sways in his grasp, he feels like he's grabbed onto a wisp of smoke and won't let go.
9:47 p.m.
Rebecca brings Daniel back to the apartment half-asleep and ready to be dumped into the nearest bed. Daniel sags into his daddy's arms and latches onto him like a barnacle, and his daddy simply gives up and curls up in Jess's bed, he and Jess bracketing Daniel on either side as the little boy snuggles up between them.
Jess's arm drapes over her son and it puts her right out, the two of them asleep beside him in a sweet, tangled bundle. There's something off about all of this, like he isn't supposed to be here, like Sam's going to walk in any minute now and ask him to leave like he's a round peg who's crammed himself into a square hole he wasn't supposed to be anywhere near. Daniel's hair drifts in dark gentle whispers over his skin as he pulls the long brown strands away from the little boy's eyes, and when Jess wriggles in her sleep, her hand slips from Daniel's chest and falls to rest on the stitches on his arm.
He tries desperately not to fall asleep, not right now, because every time he does anymore he sees Jess on the ceiling bathed in flames.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:09 am (UTC)Dean and Jess are such a beautiful disaster....and just....*loves*. Yet another awesome fic. *G*
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:22 am (UTC)This universe is just so fabulous.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:24 am (UTC)...
I also love this story. um. *cough*
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:17 am (UTC)OH, oh you... they... *gasps*
You meanie.
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Date: 2006-04-17 05:48 am (UTC)Just wrong.
That's all I'm saying.
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Date: 2006-04-17 10:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-17 12:05 pm (UTC)I love that they seek each other out, because, well, as I see it, they give each other a little bit of Sam each time.
thank you :)
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:56 pm (UTC)This was all kinds of beautiful and perfect.
Dean is perfect in his role of father, kind-of-husband and hunter, and still he feels guilty for being in what was supposed to be Sam's place. He is taking care of Sam's family and making them his own (because they sort of are). I wish there were no flames in their future, and that Sam appeared to him (in dream, maybe, who knows) to give him his blessing, and to thank him for taking care of Jess and Daniel.
Because happiness should reach the Winchesters someway.
Thank you! And I'm so glad I led you to write such a wonderful piece.
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Date: 2006-04-18 12:16 am (UTC)*flails* Oh, god, please, no. That's so mean. And beautiful. And just... *flails more*
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Date: 2006-05-08 10:12 pm (UTC)I am assuming this is part of that other fic you have in the authors note and I'm assuming Sam's dead, so I will go and read that at some point.
Something I thought would feel weird instead was very nice. Well done.
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Date: 2006-07-05 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-20 09:33 am (UTC)I love this glimpse into their universe, and I'd love to see more if you ever feel so moved as to write more about their lives - together, apart, whatever.
Absolutely gorgeous.
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