WIP Snippet Meme (Lucky Number 13)

[writingbyebonio]

I'm doing this a little differently than some of my fic comrades. Although most of the fics that birthed these snippets have various titles, universes, and contexts, I'm posting them without any of their specifics. You may speculate at will (in fact, I encourage it), but I won't be directly answering any "what is this from" questions for these. I will say, though, that while some of these are known to be in-progress, others I may have never mentioned before. If you plan to speculate anyway, note that the order has nothing to do with anything, so focus only on the content. Also? I'd say that it's difficult to take anything at face value when it's obviously out of context. And, as always, I reserve the right to modify or destroy these passages as I continue to work on these fics. Now then, go ponder the randomness within. *grins evilly*

13 Random WIP Snippets

[WARNING: Adult themes, angst, and darkness, including coarse language, sexuality, incest, kink/BDSM, prostitution, violence, and death. Spoilers for Supernatural seasons 1-2 and Smallville seasons 1-4.]

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1

SPN: Plain Gold Band (NC-17, Slash/Het: Sam/Dean, Dean/OFC, Dean/OMC)

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2

SPN: All About Feeling Good (NC-17, Slash: Sam/Dean/John, S/D, J/D)

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3

SPN: Walking Nightmares (Slash: Sam/Dean)

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4

Dean knew when they started this that she had been Sam's girl, or as near as he came to such a thing at the time, but now that she'd fallen in with both of them, he didn't really know what she was looking for from him, where his place was with her. Sometimes when he was with Sam and she watched, it was hot, all the kink of showing off in front of people only without the risk of having to deal with craziness or unhealthy obsessions, but other times? Other times, things weren't quite awkward, but … he couldn't quite figure out if he was in the middle of some kids' game where the goal was to decide who didn't fit and why.

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5

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

Click.

Fall.

Eyes … open.

Blood … spilled.

Breath … stopped.

So fast and yet … so … slow.

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6

Dean's mouth opened and closed and opened and closed, but his throat was thick with the pain of too much loss. "Sam … don't- …"

"Don't what? Don't go? Don't make you choose?"

"Come with me."

Sam reared back some, swallowing hard and blinking quick over the shine of his eyes. "I- … I can't, Dean. I can't."

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7

"It's-…" He snickered, thinking about all the freaks in his hometown. "It's a Smallville thing."

"Ah. … Meteor rock then." Sam lifted his eyebrows, nodding. "I've heard tons of crazy shit about those meteor rocks." He turned the full intensity of his eyes on Clark, then. "Funny how things can change someone."

"Yeah. It is funny, isn't it?" Clark knew Sam thought he was a meteor freak. There were plenty of rumors around, so he was used to it, but those kinds of assumptions were pretty much okay with him most of the time. Besides, with the amount of Red he kept stashed in and on his person at all times, he probably was a kind of meteor freak, just a different kind than most people meant when they used that phrase.

Clark's mouth split into a wide grin, then, as he thought of all their recent mayhem and everything left undone on their to-do list. "It's also just plain fun."

Sam grinned right back, eyes flooding with darkness. "Don't I know it."

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8

Dean took a deep breath, trying to move through his guilt and his grief. He hadn't lost Sam and he wasn't going to, but the big reveal just didn't matter all that much. They'd both changed. They'd both loved. They both needed each other and needed something dark from each other. They were both defeated, but together. The darkness had won, but not everything.

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9

He reached for her, then, but she pulled back. "In the house, Sam, not on the street."

Sam only grinned wider. "I do what I want now. And that means you'll die just fine right here."

Then there was blood leaking from her nose and she clutched at her head with one hand, the other arm squeezing down on her stomach as she crumpled with no noise but the thud of her body hitting the floor of the porch.

Sam crushed every bit of life under her skin and smiled all the while.

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10

SPN: Eager (NC-17, Slash: Sam/Dean)

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11

"What the hell's he doin'?"

"Well …" Chris tilted his head off to the side with a sniff and a shrug. "Jensen- … See, he's got this … thing."

"A thing?"

"About … hmm … restraints, let's say, and … being held down and … stuff like that." Chris's eyes were bright as his eyebrow hitched up and his mouth twisted into a predatory smirk. "You know what I mean, old man?"

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12

Callboy Sam: "What seems to be the problem, officers?" ::: He was calm, confident, maybe a little smug. He knew they didn't have anything on him, but he figured they'd want to remedy that real soon, with their hands, and their lips, and their cocks. :::

Officer Martin (Blond A): "We're gonna have to take you in." ::: Or, rather, Sam would have to take them in … in his hands, in his mouth, in his ass. :::

Callboy Sam: "What for?" ::: He could play it guiltless tonight, wide-eyed and nervous. New boy on the street and all that. First triple fuck of his whoring career. Yeah … that was hot. He'd go with that. :::

Officer Malone (Brunette): "I'm sure you know what for." ::: Sam looked down demurely, lashes fluttering, then back up, biting his lip. It was always good to look a little scared, a bit submissive, the blue boys loved that stuff. It reminded them of how powerful they were, how he'd have to do what they wanted or he'd be in big trouble. :::

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13

"Do you understand?" The even calm that Sam was pouring into his words was so stony and serious that Dean wanted to turn and see his face. Somehow, though, he just knew that gawking and explicitly trying to figure Sam out would be the absolute wrong thing to do right then.

He just nodded slightly, remembering to breathe. "Yes … sir. I understand."

"Good." Sam strode back around to his front again, hand sliding onto the knob of the open door. When his head turned back to face Dean, his eyes were soft, yet strong with hurt and anger and something that might have been fear on someone else. His words were a desperate whisper. "You should've trusted me."

Before Dean could react, could ask, could try to puzzle things out, Sam was turning away from him and calling into the hallway. "Guards!"

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NOTE: It's really interesting to look at all my different ways of approaching text all in one place. Maybe I should do this more often. Or, you know, actually finish something. *snerk*

Comments

[mre-quecky.livejournal.com]

hm, 10 and 13 just seem so evil!Sam Universe like... What the fuck is going on in 13? Is there gonna be more, PLEASE???

[writingbyebonio.livejournal.com]

A million years later (sorry I missed this earlier), I'll confirm that 13 is in fact ESU. Not that saying that actually helps you know what's going on, but ... ;D