For joans23: Doesn't Miss A Lick [Dean/girl!Sam, Vin Tanner]
For joans23, because how would I have come up with this idea on my own? Seriously. Quick and dirty, and my first time touching Sam'n'Dean in any form. The ending's a little rushed, I apologize. In the end, I don't know who's love is more epic: Sam and Dean's or Chris Larabee and Vin Tanner's.
Doesn't Miss A Lick
Girl!Sam/Dean, Vin Tanner | PG-13 | ~1,000 words
Magnificent Seven | Outside P.O.V. | Old West
Vin's not used to being watched, feels eyes trackin' him from across the saloon. He's always been invisible and it suits him, happily blending in and watching his cowboy's back long after the rest of the Seven disappear for the night.
He knows that if he looks to the bar, he'll find sharp hazel eyes appraising, sizin' him up. She's silent and steady even as her partner downs another gut warmer and slaps the bartop loudly, yelling for the keep.
Sam. And Dean. The pair of 'em's been running through Vin's head since they walked into the sheriff's office that afternoon, lookin' to question a fellow they'd arrested for murder. 'Bout what, they never really said. Just gave Vin some vague nonsense about stolen property when he'd asked.
"Y'all bounty hunters?"
Vin didn't think it was the case, but it never hurt to ask. Curiosity ain't got the better of him yet. Vin's not stupid. He ain't slow either. Folks assume what they please when confronted with his quiet manner and keen eyes.
Easier t'believe he doesn't see much than worry he sees everything.
The man's lips spread into a dangerous smile. "Yeah, I guess you can call us that."
He said it like he knew Vin could catch the half-truth. These two may chase down a neck 'r two for the money, but it's not their life. Vin could see beyond it, the way he hopes strangers look beyond his ragged hide coat and Texas drawl.
"No bounty on his head yet," Vin's eyes stayed on the woman, eyes just as lethal trained on the man in the cell. "Done killed a man just last night. Now why'd you say you wanted t'question him again?"
Vin's not even sure Larabee's stare could scare up information from these two.
The man's fingers twitched like he wanted to go for his gun, more inclined to fix his problems with a quick fire 'r two, but Vin's catches it. He pushed aside the hide coat to reveal his mare's leg, loaded and ready. The girl stepped forward when the stranger's eyes narrowed.
"My name's Sam." Her soft voice was out of place in the sherriff's office. Ain't uncomfortable though, stepping in front of her partner and his fingers relax. "This is Dean. We don't want to cause trouble, we just need to talk with your prisoner."
"He stole something that belongs to us and we'd like it back," Dean cut her off and twisted his neck to yell towards the cell. "So how about it, Daniel? Where's the Colt?"
"Didn't have much on him 'sides what you see." Vin pointed but didn't look, kept his eyes on Sam's. He's seen women dress like men before - hidin' what they are to get respect or just plain hidin'. Don't matter much what folks wear in Vin's experience. But Sam loses none of her appeal in tight hitch pants and soft cotton; no coat to hide the curve of her waist and no hat brim shadowing her face.
She caught him lookin', pink mouth pulled up at one corner and Vin was forgiven. Dean was obvlious, kept glarin' through steel bars like their prisoner would give up.
"Kept a room at the boardin' house," Dean's eyes snapped back to Vin's, bright green challenging sky blue, but Sam cut the tension once more.
"We'll have a check on that then, thank you."
The prisoner's - Daniel's - shoulders slumped, defeated. Whatever Sam and Dean were lookin' for, Vin knew it wouldn't be long 'til they found it. Dean stomped out, heavy boots quaking the wooden slats on the boardwalk, without a word to Vin. Sam smiled like a puzzle Vin had no hope of workin' then followed her partner silently, mischief and thanks sharing space in her eyes.
Hadn't expected to see them again, Vin ponders as he watches them now. Dean's throwing back Red-eye like he's fightin' a demon, but Sam catches every glance like she knows what Vin's thinking.
And Vin wants. It ain't the mystery or the brown wavy hair that gets him, soft mouth or confident air. It's in Sam's eyes. Feels like she knows him, can read his soul without effort. Makes him nervous 'cause he hides so damn much. It ain't her business, seeing him like she does, but Sam's just taking and it's setting Vin's blood astir.
Her hand settles on Dean's elbow and he bends to hear Sam's whisper. No chance Vin'll hear what she's saying but Dean's eyes widen and he swallows his last shot. They move out of the bar, Vin's eyes ain't the only ones trackin' them, but he's the only one who follows. He takes a moment then walks out after 'em like he's been called.
Boardwalk's quiet compared to the saloon. Vin's keen ears follow footsteps around the corner, into the dark alley filled with nothing but Sam, Dean, and moonlight.
Vin's breath hitches. She's already against the wall, long legs wrapped around Dean, his broad back 'n shoulders holding her in place. Dean might be the support, but Sam's the catalyst and takes what she wants.
She watches Vin as she kisses Dean, alley too dark to see much beyond their faces aligned, but Vin can hear, mind fillin' in what he can't see.
Vin can find a poem in the way they move together, moonlight shining from above. Dean barely strains to hold Sam up and she's so quiet. They've done this before and they'll do it again, they move together like the gears of a fine watch. Vin's just getting a small piece of it, of everything they are, but he's captivated.
He wants Sam to yell. Christ, he wants her t'scream out so he can hear it. Taste it. Remember it. But all he can make out is the soft, wet slap of their bodies coming together just out of reach. Dean's louder, grunting and breathing deep as he gets what Vin craves.
He's stuck in a spell, broken only when Vin finally catches the low whine Sam makes as she's overwhelmed. It's a sound he ain't ever going to forget so long as he's breathin'.
Boots drop back to the dirt and Dean shields Sam's body, likely knowin' Vin was watching the entire time. He suddenly sees the 'protector' in Dean, dropping the cocksure attitude and hair-trigger of before to wrap around Sam's slighter figure.
Vin was wrong. They've been doing this forever, he didn't just step into a game. He turns back, denies himself one last glimpse of something beautiful, and slides into the saloon. Sure as silver, Sam and Dean won't return and Vin doubts he'll see them again. He can only be glad they stayed as long as they did.
Chris Larabee's eyes find his in the bar mirror, Vin doing his damnedest not to let his cowboy see. But that green gaze, hard and sure like Dean's, won't miss a thing.
FIN.
Doesn't Miss A Lick
Girl!Sam/Dean, Vin Tanner | PG-13 | ~1,000 words
Magnificent Seven | Outside P.O.V. | Old West
Vin's not used to being watched, feels eyes trackin' him from across the saloon. He's always been invisible and it suits him, happily blending in and watching his cowboy's back long after the rest of the Seven disappear for the night.
He knows that if he looks to the bar, he'll find sharp hazel eyes appraising, sizin' him up. She's silent and steady even as her partner downs another gut warmer and slaps the bartop loudly, yelling for the keep.
Sam. And Dean. The pair of 'em's been running through Vin's head since they walked into the sheriff's office that afternoon, lookin' to question a fellow they'd arrested for murder. 'Bout what, they never really said. Just gave Vin some vague nonsense about stolen property when he'd asked.
"Y'all bounty hunters?"
Vin didn't think it was the case, but it never hurt to ask. Curiosity ain't got the better of him yet. Vin's not stupid. He ain't slow either. Folks assume what they please when confronted with his quiet manner and keen eyes.
Easier t'believe he doesn't see much than worry he sees everything.
The man's lips spread into a dangerous smile. "Yeah, I guess you can call us that."
He said it like he knew Vin could catch the half-truth. These two may chase down a neck 'r two for the money, but it's not their life. Vin could see beyond it, the way he hopes strangers look beyond his ragged hide coat and Texas drawl.
"No bounty on his head yet," Vin's eyes stayed on the woman, eyes just as lethal trained on the man in the cell. "Done killed a man just last night. Now why'd you say you wanted t'question him again?"
Vin's not even sure Larabee's stare could scare up information from these two.
The man's fingers twitched like he wanted to go for his gun, more inclined to fix his problems with a quick fire 'r two, but Vin's catches it. He pushed aside the hide coat to reveal his mare's leg, loaded and ready. The girl stepped forward when the stranger's eyes narrowed.
"My name's Sam." Her soft voice was out of place in the sherriff's office. Ain't uncomfortable though, stepping in front of her partner and his fingers relax. "This is Dean. We don't want to cause trouble, we just need to talk with your prisoner."
"He stole something that belongs to us and we'd like it back," Dean cut her off and twisted his neck to yell towards the cell. "So how about it, Daniel? Where's the Colt?"
"Didn't have much on him 'sides what you see." Vin pointed but didn't look, kept his eyes on Sam's. He's seen women dress like men before - hidin' what they are to get respect or just plain hidin'. Don't matter much what folks wear in Vin's experience. But Sam loses none of her appeal in tight hitch pants and soft cotton; no coat to hide the curve of her waist and no hat brim shadowing her face.
She caught him lookin', pink mouth pulled up at one corner and Vin was forgiven. Dean was obvlious, kept glarin' through steel bars like their prisoner would give up.
"Kept a room at the boardin' house," Dean's eyes snapped back to Vin's, bright green challenging sky blue, but Sam cut the tension once more.
"We'll have a check on that then, thank you."
The prisoner's - Daniel's - shoulders slumped, defeated. Whatever Sam and Dean were lookin' for, Vin knew it wouldn't be long 'til they found it. Dean stomped out, heavy boots quaking the wooden slats on the boardwalk, without a word to Vin. Sam smiled like a puzzle Vin had no hope of workin' then followed her partner silently, mischief and thanks sharing space in her eyes.
Hadn't expected to see them again, Vin ponders as he watches them now. Dean's throwing back Red-eye like he's fightin' a demon, but Sam catches every glance like she knows what Vin's thinking.
And Vin wants. It ain't the mystery or the brown wavy hair that gets him, soft mouth or confident air. It's in Sam's eyes. Feels like she knows him, can read his soul without effort. Makes him nervous 'cause he hides so damn much. It ain't her business, seeing him like she does, but Sam's just taking and it's setting Vin's blood astir.
Her hand settles on Dean's elbow and he bends to hear Sam's whisper. No chance Vin'll hear what she's saying but Dean's eyes widen and he swallows his last shot. They move out of the bar, Vin's eyes ain't the only ones trackin' them, but he's the only one who follows. He takes a moment then walks out after 'em like he's been called.
Boardwalk's quiet compared to the saloon. Vin's keen ears follow footsteps around the corner, into the dark alley filled with nothing but Sam, Dean, and moonlight.
Vin's breath hitches. She's already against the wall, long legs wrapped around Dean, his broad back 'n shoulders holding her in place. Dean might be the support, but Sam's the catalyst and takes what she wants.
She watches Vin as she kisses Dean, alley too dark to see much beyond their faces aligned, but Vin can hear, mind fillin' in what he can't see.
Vin can find a poem in the way they move together, moonlight shining from above. Dean barely strains to hold Sam up and she's so quiet. They've done this before and they'll do it again, they move together like the gears of a fine watch. Vin's just getting a small piece of it, of everything they are, but he's captivated.
He wants Sam to yell. Christ, he wants her t'scream out so he can hear it. Taste it. Remember it. But all he can make out is the soft, wet slap of their bodies coming together just out of reach. Dean's louder, grunting and breathing deep as he gets what Vin craves.
He's stuck in a spell, broken only when Vin finally catches the low whine Sam makes as she's overwhelmed. It's a sound he ain't ever going to forget so long as he's breathin'.
Boots drop back to the dirt and Dean shields Sam's body, likely knowin' Vin was watching the entire time. He suddenly sees the 'protector' in Dean, dropping the cocksure attitude and hair-trigger of before to wrap around Sam's slighter figure.
Vin was wrong. They've been doing this forever, he didn't just step into a game. He turns back, denies himself one last glimpse of something beautiful, and slides into the saloon. Sure as silver, Sam and Dean won't return and Vin doubts he'll see them again. He can only be glad they stayed as long as they did.
Chris Larabee's eyes find his in the bar mirror, Vin doing his damnedest not to let his cowboy see. But that green gaze, hard and sure like Dean's, won't miss a thing.
FIN.