Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2)shangriladaOctober 9 2011, 23:20:39 UTC
When he wakes up, Sam is gone again, but bitchis crossed off so hard Dean can’t read it, and he’s kind of glad Sam isn’t here so they don’t have to talk about that. But he crosses it off himself, more, for good measure.
He writes, where the fuck were you? and a few minutes later when Sam sits down beside him and turns on the TV, he carefully lifts Dean’s leg into his lap and writes Bobby said he needed help outside. Was a trick. He wanted a heart to heart.
He lets the pen roll out of his fingers. Dean picks it up.
You didn’t?
He hands the pen to Sam this time. They’re looking at the TV and not each other, but Dean can’t help but see how long it takes Sam to get a grip on the pen, how slow he is to form the words. Shit, writing was supposed to help.
He needs me to tell him I’m doin and then he stops writing mid-word and jerks alert and starts staring somewhere over Dean’s shoulder and isn’t that just terrific
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Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2)rokhalOctober 10 2011, 00:45:17 UTC
Oh, man. From Neuro!Sammy to "You know I'd give you my back to tattoo notes to yourself if all we had was my back and a sewing needle" Dean to AAAAAAHH Sam's hand is possessed! to private conversations made easier in a medium that's impossible to erase -- Love! Really sweet and really, really creepy.
Re: FILLED: Plaster and Parmesan (2/2)mad_serverOctober 10 2011, 03:45:14 UTC
He writes, where the fuck were you? and a few minutes later when Sam sits down beside him and turns on the TV, he carefully lifts Dean’s leg into his lap and writes Bobby said he needed help outside. Was a trick. He wanted a heart to heart.
Aughhhghgh, the casual intimacy of this. And the ending! So good, you guys. ♥
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He writes, where the fuck were you? and a few minutes later when Sam sits down beside him and turns on the TV, he carefully lifts Dean’s leg into his lap and writes Bobby said he needed help outside. Was a trick. He wanted a heart to heart.
He lets the pen roll out of his fingers. Dean picks it up.
You didn’t?
He hands the pen to Sam this time. They’re looking at the TV and not each other, but Dean can’t help but see how long it takes Sam to get a grip on the pen, how slow he is to form the words. Shit, writing was supposed to help.
He needs me to tell him I’m doin and then he stops writing mid-word and jerks alert and starts staring somewhere over Dean’s shoulder and isn’t that just terrific ( ... )
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:D
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With bizarre neurological symptoms. I <3 U.
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Aughhhghgh, the casual intimacy of this. And the ending! So good, you guys. ♥
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:D
Thank you.
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*loves*
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