Mini-Nano: Dark Side of the Moon (1)
So I signed up for mini_nanowrimo because 50,000 I can't manage but 3000 I reckon I can. I'm planning on writing some Sam/Dean, probably including porn at some point. I have a vague idea of where this story is going but reader beware: plans may change at any point and please bear in mind that this is very much a work in progress.
That said, here's the first part for anyone who wants to read along.
Dark Side of the Moon
(567 words)
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As Sam drives the iron shaft through the water wraith's heart, her grip on Dean goes slack. Through the thrashing of the dark water, churned up by the wraith's death throes, Sam's distantly aware of Dean kicking free and breaking surface above his head. The wraith crumples in on herself, lost in a billowing cloud of her green robe, and as Sam pushes upwards, her corpse is falling into the shadows of the lake.
Water rushes away from him with a sharp crack in his ears. He gasps for breath, his heartbeat pounding through his head and his sodden jeans like weights about his legs, then looks about for Dean.
Dean's at the water's edge, lying facedown on the mud, one leg still dangling in the lake. Sam's heart stops for a second then he sees the tiny, trembling shivers going through Dean's shoulders. He swims over and hauls himself out onto the ground next to him.
He sinks a little into the mud as he pulls himself onto all fours. He gets long pale brown streaks up his legs and the mud squelches between his fingers, covering up the splotches of the wraith's blood, which is dark and slick like algae.
As soon as he can manage to speak, he crawls towards Dean and says, "Dean? Hey, buddy, you with me?"
He rolls Dean over and wipes, ineffectually, at the mud smeared over his brother's face. Dean coughs and he struggles to prop himself up on his elbows. He clutches at Sam's forearm, still dragging in breath. Sam grins at him, grins at the crazy spikes the mud's got his hair standing up in, and uses the hem of his t-shirt to clean the mud from the full curve of Dean's mouth and the sharp line of his cheekbones. Goosebumps erupt over Sam's belly as he peels the soaked fabric away from his body and he realises they're both in danger of catching their deaths of cold.
"C'mon," he says, getting unsteadily to his feet and trying to pull Dean with him. "I gotcha. Let's get back to the motel, warm up."
Dean's grip on Sam's arm tightens, almost painfully. With a sudden spike of unease, Sam realises that Dean is working very hard to keep his breathing even. Dean's terrified. His eyes are wide and glassy, shining like there's a film of water over them.
"Dean?" he says, his voice quiet and small, almost lost in the calm lapping of the water.
Dean's hand slides up Sam's arm and the friction of his palm over Sam's aching, frozen skin hurts but he doesn't pull away. Then Dean's fingers are bumping over Sam's face and Sam has to jerk away before Dean jabs his eye out. Dean grabs at him again, his face set in blank fear.
"Sam! Don't go! Say something. Tell me it’s you!"
Slowly, dreading what he's going to find, Sam waves a hand in front of Dean's face. Dean's eyes don't so much as flicker. He swallows hard, something heavy and cold in the pit of his stomach, and says, "Dean?" Dean doesn't look towards him, doesn't even twitch.
Sam licks his lips and turns his face back towards the lake. He wraps an arm about Dean and tucks him under his chin, holding him close against him. He can feel Dean shivering.
The surface of the lake is flat and calm.
That said, here's the first part for anyone who wants to read along.
Dark Side of the Moon
(567 words)
1: 2:3: 4:5:6:7:8:9:10:11:12:13:14:15:16:17:18:19:20:21:22:23: 24:25:26:27:28:29:30
1
As Sam drives the iron shaft through the water wraith's heart, her grip on Dean goes slack. Through the thrashing of the dark water, churned up by the wraith's death throes, Sam's distantly aware of Dean kicking free and breaking surface above his head. The wraith crumples in on herself, lost in a billowing cloud of her green robe, and as Sam pushes upwards, her corpse is falling into the shadows of the lake.
Water rushes away from him with a sharp crack in his ears. He gasps for breath, his heartbeat pounding through his head and his sodden jeans like weights about his legs, then looks about for Dean.
Dean's at the water's edge, lying facedown on the mud, one leg still dangling in the lake. Sam's heart stops for a second then he sees the tiny, trembling shivers going through Dean's shoulders. He swims over and hauls himself out onto the ground next to him.
He sinks a little into the mud as he pulls himself onto all fours. He gets long pale brown streaks up his legs and the mud squelches between his fingers, covering up the splotches of the wraith's blood, which is dark and slick like algae.
As soon as he can manage to speak, he crawls towards Dean and says, "Dean? Hey, buddy, you with me?"
He rolls Dean over and wipes, ineffectually, at the mud smeared over his brother's face. Dean coughs and he struggles to prop himself up on his elbows. He clutches at Sam's forearm, still dragging in breath. Sam grins at him, grins at the crazy spikes the mud's got his hair standing up in, and uses the hem of his t-shirt to clean the mud from the full curve of Dean's mouth and the sharp line of his cheekbones. Goosebumps erupt over Sam's belly as he peels the soaked fabric away from his body and he realises they're both in danger of catching their deaths of cold.
"C'mon," he says, getting unsteadily to his feet and trying to pull Dean with him. "I gotcha. Let's get back to the motel, warm up."
Dean's grip on Sam's arm tightens, almost painfully. With a sudden spike of unease, Sam realises that Dean is working very hard to keep his breathing even. Dean's terrified. His eyes are wide and glassy, shining like there's a film of water over them.
"Dean?" he says, his voice quiet and small, almost lost in the calm lapping of the water.
Dean's hand slides up Sam's arm and the friction of his palm over Sam's aching, frozen skin hurts but he doesn't pull away. Then Dean's fingers are bumping over Sam's face and Sam has to jerk away before Dean jabs his eye out. Dean grabs at him again, his face set in blank fear.
"Sam! Don't go! Say something. Tell me it’s you!"
Slowly, dreading what he's going to find, Sam waves a hand in front of Dean's face. Dean's eyes don't so much as flicker. He swallows hard, something heavy and cold in the pit of his stomach, and says, "Dean?" Dean doesn't look towards him, doesn't even twitch.
Sam licks his lips and turns his face back towards the lake. He wraps an arm about Dean and tucks him under his chin, holding him close against him. He can feel Dean shivering.
The surface of the lake is flat and calm.