february prompts Film Quotes The Big Chill
Muse name: Sam Winchester
Muse fandom: Supernatural
Timeline prompt is written in: S1 episode 19 Provenance
Prompt: The Big Chill Quote
Warnings: none
Rating: PG there's a tiny bit of language
*They're either married or gay. And if they're not gay, they've just broken up with the most wonderful woman in the world, or they've just broken up with a bitch who looks exactly like me. They're in transition from a monogamous relationship and they need more space. Or they're tired of space, but they just can't commit. Or they want to commit, but they're afraid to get close. They want to get close, you don't want to get near them. - Big Chill
Post Provenance
“Might be able to get back here within a month or so,” Dean said as they crossed New Paltz city limits.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not going to see her again,” Sam said. He had his forehead resting against the window.
The look Dean gave him was classic ‘dude what the fuck are you smoking?’ “You’re a friggin’ idiot.”
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. He’d expected a reaction much like that from Dean. “What, Dean? What can I even offer her? One night? Maybe a weekend? And then I’m gone and she never knows if I’m going to come back. What we do is dangerous. And one of these days neither of us are going to come back from it.”
“Shut up, Sammy.” It was a snap, gut reaction from Dean. It wasn’t about the implication that Dean would die. It was about the implication that Sam would die.
There was a long silence while Dean drummed out Houses of the Holy on the steering wheel.
“You’re still a friggin’ idiot. You oughta marry the girl.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I’ll do that on our next trip out here. I’ll propose on one knee. We’ll take the Justice of peace route. You can be the best man.”
“Dude, I would be an awesome best man. I’d make sure there were strippers at the bachelor party,” Dean grinned.
“We’ve had one date and one kiss. She’s not going to marry me,” Sam smirked back at Dean.
“Because you’re a pansy ass girl. We coulda stayed another night you know.”
Sam sighed and closed his eyes. “Dean…yeah, next time we’ll stay another night.” It wasn’t any use actually arguing with Dean. He was like a two year old. Logic held no sway with him and he’d argue until he was blue in the face. Which meant Sam would be purple in the face or he’d strangle Dean. Neither one were options he liked.
“Dude…I’m so kissing the bride.”
Muse fandom: Supernatural
Timeline prompt is written in: S1 episode 19 Provenance
Prompt: The Big Chill Quote
Warnings: none
Rating: PG there's a tiny bit of language
*They're either married or gay. And if they're not gay, they've just broken up with the most wonderful woman in the world, or they've just broken up with a bitch who looks exactly like me. They're in transition from a monogamous relationship and they need more space. Or they're tired of space, but they just can't commit. Or they want to commit, but they're afraid to get close. They want to get close, you don't want to get near them. - Big Chill
Post Provenance
“Might be able to get back here within a month or so,” Dean said as they crossed New Paltz city limits.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not going to see her again,” Sam said. He had his forehead resting against the window.
The look Dean gave him was classic ‘dude what the fuck are you smoking?’ “You’re a friggin’ idiot.”
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. He’d expected a reaction much like that from Dean. “What, Dean? What can I even offer her? One night? Maybe a weekend? And then I’m gone and she never knows if I’m going to come back. What we do is dangerous. And one of these days neither of us are going to come back from it.”
“Shut up, Sammy.” It was a snap, gut reaction from Dean. It wasn’t about the implication that Dean would die. It was about the implication that Sam would die.
There was a long silence while Dean drummed out Houses of the Holy on the steering wheel.
“You’re still a friggin’ idiot. You oughta marry the girl.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I’ll do that on our next trip out here. I’ll propose on one knee. We’ll take the Justice of peace route. You can be the best man.”
“Dude, I would be an awesome best man. I’d make sure there were strippers at the bachelor party,” Dean grinned.
“We’ve had one date and one kiss. She’s not going to marry me,” Sam smirked back at Dean.
“Because you’re a pansy ass girl. We coulda stayed another night you know.”
Sam sighed and closed his eyes. “Dean…yeah, next time we’ll stay another night.” It wasn’t any use actually arguing with Dean. He was like a two year old. Logic held no sway with him and he’d argue until he was blue in the face. Which meant Sam would be purple in the face or he’d strangle Dean. Neither one were options he liked.
“Dude…I’m so kissing the bride.”