Saturday, November 3, 2007

Rhino Holo Plans Ftod



Título: Dos corazones
Fandom: Supernatural
Advertencias/Spoilers: Podría decirse que es una escena perdida del 3x04, así que lo dicho, spoilers para Sin City. Hum, y hay algo de temática religiosa, que no sé si sea una "advertencia" propiamente dicha, pero mejor avisar por si acaso.
Personajes: Dean, Sam, Bobby y dos "OC", I guess.
Summary: Demons are not the only ones interested in Winchester.
Notes: Written for [info] fanfic100_es in a desperate attempt to resume my writing. The title is the most LAME in the world, but hey, I'm still a mess with them. _________

see them out of the old abandoned house, both silent, staring long enough to know that a long conversation is ruled out at this moment, perhaps for another time, perhaps forever.

They can not see, of course, and perhaps more so because of the two brothers, not believe the first and the second is on track to lose your faith in himself. So merely observes, his presence lurking in the bushes has not lost any detail that surround both brothers. From his hiding

can clearly feel the beat of their hearts, one pumps with doubt and worry are desperate blows that harbor a hint of terror and there is a whiff of guilt. Is that whenever he is , the eldest, always a bit of guilt. The other, however, unmistakable banging tunes. Fear, horror in its purest form, but in this maelstrom of panic, there is a hint of resignation and surrender to the circumstances

"I knew you'd be here, feels the presence of his brother right behind, but that does not care. His attention remains in the brothers almost come to an end, the car.

Before boarding the vehicle, the largest made a last glimpse of his brother. Feel the heart that skips a beat, the shadow of a doubt that had previously becomes a gap slowly bleeding, gangrene, the soul or what is left of it thanks to that countdown already learned.

Oh, humans, capable of so much love. Sell your soul to the devil is one of those phrases they use in their daily lives without much fear, almost haughtily, but there are like the greatest of Dean Winchester, who would do that and more, much more. Maybe that's why

outweighs the carefree smile that gives the boy to his brother before getting into the car. Sam, the youngest, is still standing with the door open and looks all around, as if he were lost in a dead end, a victim of the consequences. The man who accompanied them, however, removes from his thoughts by giving a couple of slaps on the shoulder to raise the car and the three to leave this accursed land once and

"Looks like your show is over, Gabriel

Even after his brother's words -Rafael, silent other minutes, long after humans are away. Still echo in the room palpitare of those hearts, so full of life and so close to death, each in its own way.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Golf Ball Imprinting Machine



Title: back on the bed.
Fandom: Crossover . Supernatural House MD
+ Warnings / Spoilers: PG-13 . No spoiler in fact, to know the basics that one or another series, I think. Dean POV.
Characters / Couple: Dean Winchester / Robert Chase.
Summary: What happens when you're chasing a ghost and you get pass health inspector to crawl in a hospital? Are you Dean Winchester, the answer is not necessarily bad. _________

falls back against the bed and inspires deep, squinting for a few moments and bites his lower lip that child who just made a prank. Sigh pleased to fit your eyes on the ceiling of the room, turning up the trousers and accidentally groping his elbow hits the body together, bringing a smile almost accomplice.

looks not because the formula of half-light kiss yesterday worked very well, it is absurd to change the methodology at this point, so few hours of walk out that door, city and state. So continues to look to the ceiling on him, imagining animal-shaped clouds over his head to ease the passage of minutes.

You may be watching. No, better, know they are watching. Have been years of training and strength and auto detected when you hold the eye for more than ten seconds.

In fact it was so I felt the first time several days ago, after smiling at the receptionist and present a fake ID which you are appointed government inspector. Just after seeing the tiny lips widen his interlocutor, he felt the weight of a look about him. After turning on beads was found almost by chance with a pair of green eyes glued to a blonde hair wrapped in a medical gown.

The rest was history. There is no point

remember how he looked askance and ended up in a bar because "doctors need to relax from time to time 'and' should be fun into something because inspectors have to be boring." Nor is how they spent the memorable 'Aussie accent is actually' a 'with this sure looks nurses will have fan club. "

The only relevant point is that at the end of the night the sheets were on the floor with them, all jumbled into one mass that any third party have been unable to say precisely where one began and where the other ended. That, the sharp strokes almost clumsy with kisses that could pass for biting, gestures and movements uncoordinated but accurate at the time of dealing between the hips and crotch clamoring for a minimum of attention, that made the evening memorable. Moving away from

memories, finished climbing pants with one hand and in that gesture inadvertently note that a book lies in the womb together. It's huge, without images, with small print and so thick that the other can hold just one hand. As a child, tilts his head on the mattress to see better and you almost put your chin on its shoulder. Almost

.

- What is that? - Finally asked, scanning the object as if it were not of this world. Things

-doctors-is the answer you get and sought safe sound funny, but the funny accent became simple as enigmatic.

"Hey, if it is deliberately excluded from my reports lets go-

then looks up, his eyes automatically find and a knowing smile crosses between the two. Too few words and gestures, that's how he likes to communicate.

hear thunder in the distance, while feeling their bodies rubbing by sheer inertia, silent resting on the bed. Still thundering closer and closer, and Robert - 'but you can call Chase, everybody does it all still holds formas'-hand book, turning pages from time to time as if he really was reading.

At that moment, we ensuing spasms in the soul, yes, seconds, Dean Winchester almost regrets that in a few hours should thread the Impala to an unknown destination to meet her father.