SPN Fic [I KNOW! \o/]: "The Dangers of Second Guessing"

[mona1347]

I've been LJ-AWOL for a while now and I'm likely to continue to be but I figure this is as good a "NOT DEAD YET!" as anything. ;-)

Title: The Dangers of Second Guessing
Author: mona1347
Word Count: 4,100 or so
Spoilers: Mystery Spot. Um. Y'all knew I had to go there, right? *facepalm* Crap.
Rating/Warnings: Im in ur wincest, makin them pr0n.

A/N:

Comments

[girlguidejones]

This is...a perfect sphere...not a flaw or a seam or a crack or a way to improve upon it.

This line, here?

"Dean sucks Sam's thumb in, rubs his tongue hard against Sam's fingerprint (unique) and sees exactly how fast Sam's pupils dilate. Two drops of black ink on old paper."

My favorite.

Gorgeous, woman.

[mona1347]

This is...a perfect sphere...
*meeps and hides in shirt, sparkly-eyed*

Two drops of black ink on old paper.
It's funny, that's one of the first images I "got" for this fic (when it began a hundred thousand years ago, well before Mystery Spot even AIRED and yes I hate my brain and how on Friday it went "HI THAR. THIS IS A MYSTERY SPOT CODA, DIDJA KNOW THAT?! AND ALSO IT'S ABOUT 2,000 WORDS LONGER!"). It's one of those things I don't even feel like I can properly take credit for because it was *handwave* there one day. :D

Anyways. THANK YOU, BIBI. YOU MAKE ME HAPPEH. *clutches madly*

[girlguidejones]

It was there because your brain works in amazing ways. You TOTALLY get to take credit for that!

::smisHes::

[adelheide]

*BEEP I'm sorry, but Adel is unable to English right now because her brain is currently leaking out her ears. Please see icon for her current facial expression.Adel will return with a more coherent comment when her brain starts to brain again becuz broken with hot oh sweet lord so freekin' hot now brken yes*BEEP*

[mona1347]

*LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS FOREVER* Oh Adel. Dude, you crack my shit up so hard. Omg. *clings to this comment like madness* Thank you, sweeting. That's exactly the sort of thing I <3.

[I owe you SO MUCH CORRESPONDENCE. *fails* I've upped my medication and it's WARM outside today and I finally have my full-spectrum lamp in my office and work is busy but not overwhelming and things are looking up. So I hope to not be so fucking MIA in the near future.]

[missyjack]

Gorgoeous lyrical writing. Really moving, so intense, so intimate, so them.

[mona1347]

*beams and squishes you* Thanks, hon <3.

[mona1347]

Eee! *clapclap* No, no, thank YOU.

(Man, I love how everyone's breaking out the kissing-manip-icons for this. *glee*)

[tabaqui]

But he's lying down on something dry and soft, and Sam's skin feels so warm under his fingertips. They're both alive and whole, at least for now, and - in general, pretty much all the time - Dean's so goddamn tired he could cry.

Oh, boys.
*hugs them*

Awesome.

[mona1347]

I KNOW! *cries a little* They're so *hands* ...so. You know? *nodnod* You know.

Thank you! <3