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hildigunnur) wrote2009-04-15 08:27 pm
hildigunnur) wrote2009-04-15 08:27 pm
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Dean probably disapproves because there's no Led Zeppelin
It's not like I need the writing inspiration (my BigBang keeps on growing but the end is not in sight) but since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alphabet26 did a rather great job with this meme, I had to try.
10 Music Drabbles
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
I picked Dean Winchester because I owe him (and becausealphabet26 did such a great job with Sam). I wrote a fic about Dean that got Kripke'd big time before I could even contemplate posting it. I don't think I capture Dean all that well but at least I gave it an honest try.
Also if anyone wants the songs, let me know so I can upload them.
PS.lokrur, be aware, there are potential spoilers in the drabbles.
Obstacle2 – Interpol
Dean surprised himself when he turned away from Jo's obvious interest. Something deep in his guts told him that he should keep well away and not because he would know the business end of her mother's shotgun if he'd do her wrong. He knew, that unlike others, she would get pulled under but wouldn't have the self-preservation to swim to the surface. Savior or no savior, it wasn't his place to keep her from getting burned and he wasn't sure if he‘d ever be strong enough to keep her from the flames.
Gömul taska – Hildur Vala
He knew that he was the sentimental sort. His father had often raised an eyebrow when Dean had picked a favorite gun instead of one that would be more useful at that given time. But his talisman, the one Sam gave him, was the thing he could never part with. He still remembers seeing it on the chest of the shapeshifter and how it had felt worse than the fact that he was wanted for the shapeshifter's murders.
My Medea – Vienna Teng
In some mental institutions they made people draw how they felt on the inside. He was certain that if he would be given a set of crayons to express his psyche, he would pick a dark colour, a dark purplish one and just go to town on the paper. His insides felt like they were being ripped to pieces all the time. Just like he'd been ripped to pieces in hell. There was no salve for the screaming and empty pain.
PDA – Interpol
He had once been told that he was the perfect gentleman but he kind of wanted to try to have fast and angry sex where they would come together with quick thrusts and mingled breaths. Where they would claw at each other, feeling each other's flesh under their fingers, leaving marks. Skip everything that could be called lovemaking and romance – they would just fuck and then it would be over quickly and it would longer for their heartbeats to regulate than for the sex to take place. He wanted that, he wanted to be taken over like that with lust and unbridled passion.
Stuck in the Middle – Mika
Sometimes he looks at his cell and at Sam's number and wondered if he would call the number, he would get connected to the brother he remembered – not the Sam he'd been riding in the Impala with. The Sam who kept using his powers. If he would get connected to his little brother who was a bit of a geek and needed somebody to look out for him because he was sometimes a little bit too fragile for the world. He wanted the little brother he could protect without the whole divine intervention thing.
Katherine Kiss Me – Franz Ferdinand
Demon kisses are bitter and taste of ash and brimstone. They deliver a deadly promise of hell – agony, pain. And still Dean felt it was the sweetest kiss he ever kissed. 'Cause the kiss had the promise of breath in Sam‘s chest and life in his eyes. It was sweeter than all damnation he could ever imagine.
Ástarstund – Eivør Pálsdóttir (Warning: Wincest)
At the end his heart was hale and whole. And it belonged to Sam. It was the time when all pretenses melted away – and he fell for his brother. He burned as he‘d never burned before – in hell or on earth – in his brother's arms. It might have just been a moment where his flame flickered but it felt like eternity.
How Deep is Your Love – Take That (Warning: REALLY SUCKY)
At the age of four Dean Winchester had one responsibility – a responsibility that stretched over his whole life. Keeping Sam safe. And at the end Sam did repay when he took his own life and destroyed the vessel Lucifer was to rise in. Dean broke but he had kept Sam safe.
Clangour and Flutes – Sin Fang Bous
While Dean loved his whiskey, he had only ever been high once and it had been off actual pixie dust. The freaking annoying creatures had blown it in his face when he'd gone into a forest to hunt mean and murderous wood sprites. Everything around him had become bent out of shape and then he blacked out. He came to hundreds of miles away, wearing only his underwear in the middle of a Walmart. He'd still been high and felt like the scented candles in aisle three were going to attack him. It had been loads of fun to spend that night in jail.
Up The Sprout – Mateo Messina (OK, this is a really short instrumental piece – I couldn't deliver anything more)
Dean‘s favorite things: the Impala, juicy steaks, cheese burgers, pies, beer, good whiskey, frisky women and Sam.
alphabet26 did a rather great job with this meme, I had to try.10 Music Drabbles
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
I picked Dean Winchester because I owe him (and because
alphabet26 did such a great job with Sam). I wrote a fic about Dean that got Kripke'd big time before I could even contemplate posting it. I don't think I capture Dean all that well but at least I gave it an honest try.Also if anyone wants the songs, let me know so I can upload them.
PS.
lokrur, be aware, there are potential spoilers in the drabbles.Obstacle2 – Interpol
Dean surprised himself when he turned away from Jo's obvious interest. Something deep in his guts told him that he should keep well away and not because he would know the business end of her mother's shotgun if he'd do her wrong. He knew, that unlike others, she would get pulled under but wouldn't have the self-preservation to swim to the surface. Savior or no savior, it wasn't his place to keep her from getting burned and he wasn't sure if he‘d ever be strong enough to keep her from the flames.
Gömul taska – Hildur Vala
He knew that he was the sentimental sort. His father had often raised an eyebrow when Dean had picked a favorite gun instead of one that would be more useful at that given time. But his talisman, the one Sam gave him, was the thing he could never part with. He still remembers seeing it on the chest of the shapeshifter and how it had felt worse than the fact that he was wanted for the shapeshifter's murders.
My Medea – Vienna Teng
In some mental institutions they made people draw how they felt on the inside. He was certain that if he would be given a set of crayons to express his psyche, he would pick a dark colour, a dark purplish one and just go to town on the paper. His insides felt like they were being ripped to pieces all the time. Just like he'd been ripped to pieces in hell. There was no salve for the screaming and empty pain.
PDA – Interpol
He had once been told that he was the perfect gentleman but he kind of wanted to try to have fast and angry sex where they would come together with quick thrusts and mingled breaths. Where they would claw at each other, feeling each other's flesh under their fingers, leaving marks. Skip everything that could be called lovemaking and romance – they would just fuck and then it would be over quickly and it would longer for their heartbeats to regulate than for the sex to take place. He wanted that, he wanted to be taken over like that with lust and unbridled passion.
Stuck in the Middle – Mika
Sometimes he looks at his cell and at Sam's number and wondered if he would call the number, he would get connected to the brother he remembered – not the Sam he'd been riding in the Impala with. The Sam who kept using his powers. If he would get connected to his little brother who was a bit of a geek and needed somebody to look out for him because he was sometimes a little bit too fragile for the world. He wanted the little brother he could protect without the whole divine intervention thing.
Katherine Kiss Me – Franz Ferdinand
Demon kisses are bitter and taste of ash and brimstone. They deliver a deadly promise of hell – agony, pain. And still Dean felt it was the sweetest kiss he ever kissed. 'Cause the kiss had the promise of breath in Sam‘s chest and life in his eyes. It was sweeter than all damnation he could ever imagine.
Ástarstund – Eivør Pálsdóttir (Warning: Wincest)
At the end his heart was hale and whole. And it belonged to Sam. It was the time when all pretenses melted away – and he fell for his brother. He burned as he‘d never burned before – in hell or on earth – in his brother's arms. It might have just been a moment where his flame flickered but it felt like eternity.
How Deep is Your Love – Take That (Warning: REALLY SUCKY)
At the age of four Dean Winchester had one responsibility – a responsibility that stretched over his whole life. Keeping Sam safe. And at the end Sam did repay when he took his own life and destroyed the vessel Lucifer was to rise in. Dean broke but he had kept Sam safe.
Clangour and Flutes – Sin Fang Bous
While Dean loved his whiskey, he had only ever been high once and it had been off actual pixie dust. The freaking annoying creatures had blown it in his face when he'd gone into a forest to hunt mean and murderous wood sprites. Everything around him had become bent out of shape and then he blacked out. He came to hundreds of miles away, wearing only his underwear in the middle of a Walmart. He'd still been high and felt like the scented candles in aisle three were going to attack him. It had been loads of fun to spend that night in jail.
Up The Sprout – Mateo Messina (OK, this is a really short instrumental piece – I couldn't deliver anything more)
Dean‘s favorite things: the Impala, juicy steaks, cheese burgers, pies, beer, good whiskey, frisky women and Sam.