Supernatural; John, Dean/Sam, pre-series, PG-13. Fits into my newly-fledged ot3 'verse. This one occurs before El Camino Real. Unbeta'd, a bit scribbly.
Mmm.. I had a lot of cousins around while I was growing up. One of my mom's sisters had a family of four, and three of them were boys. I loved visiting them. It was like.. this whole different world that -- even though it was just my little sister and me in our family -- I instantly, primally recognized, and envied. Boys, you know? BOYS.
The one closest in age to me was a couple years younger. So I think he hit fourteen when I was about just-turned-sixteen. Talk about your serious imprinting. Oh man. And I love how you emphasize the bones of Sammy's hands, because that's just perfect. Not just.. he was big, and bumping into stuff. That never really encapsulates it for me.
And it's not just that they're bony, it's that.. it's like.. there's this new power underneath their skin, like.. *tsk* okay, don't laugh, but it's like, their new adulthood, their new manhood is growing inside them, stretching them almost beyond their capacity to contain it, and they burn with it. An invisible illumination. Half-angelic, with all the horrible, frightening power of destruction and creation that angels can claim.
I have always, always wanted that, envied it, hated it even, just a little.
I love the way John notices the similarities between himself and Dean and between Mary and Sam. The way you write the physicality of John, and his interactions with the reality of the world, is very striking.
I KNOW. BOYS. to be honest, i were around so few of them in my childhood. still find them kinda intriguing, though.
As you know (because yeah, i think we both like the way we both think *g*) i'm totally fascinated by all that boyhood-becoming-manhood in these tiny little inescapable spaces of motel rooms and cars where they were all lumped in together like HORMONE SOUP and subsequent consequences. *happy sigh*
YAY! oh, this is wonderful- on its own, and as a prequel to el camino real (i did want the full explanation of "It’s not like this is the first time they’ve done this. Not like this is the first time he’s seen this"!)
i love the sketchy-tired john pov, the snippets of sensory memories: playing football with dean, sleepysexing mary. his tiredness, and the notion that he is thinking (almost subconsciously) "me=dean, mary=sam", and his half/non/muted-reaction make perfect sense.
and i love your sam. on a slightly related note, there is a farm down the end of the street here in north london, and THERE ARE YAKS! YAKS, I TELL YOU!!!
I really love your stories. Again the imagery just draws me in as well as the whole messed up situation but it doesn't really feel messed up in your stories. It really doesn't surprise me if you get two teenage boys together...
I'm liking this verse of yours more and more :) And I love that it's John pov, we don't see that too often.
The bed's far too small for the three of them; if they relaxed their bodies would loosen, unavoidably brush against his but they don't. They don't turn away, either.
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I can't get enough of SproutingTeenSammy. ;)
Mmm.. I had a lot of cousins around while I was growing up. One of my mom's sisters had a family of four, and three of them were boys. I loved visiting them. It was like.. this whole different world that -- even though it was just my little sister and me in our family -- I instantly, primally recognized, and envied. Boys, you know? BOYS.
The one closest in age to me was a couple years younger. So I think he hit fourteen when I was about just-turned-sixteen. Talk about your serious imprinting. Oh man. And I love how you emphasize the bones of Sammy's hands, because that's just perfect. Not just.. he was big, and bumping into stuff. That never really encapsulates it for me.
And it's not just that they're bony, it's that.. it's like.. there's this new power underneath their skin, like.. *tsk* okay, don't laugh, but it's like, their new adulthood, their new manhood is growing inside them, stretching them almost beyond their capacity to contain it, and they burn with it. An invisible illumination. Half-angelic, with all the horrible, frightening power of destruction and creation that angels can claim.
I have always, always wanted that, envied it, hated it even, just a little.
I love men. They're so.. *flail.*
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Also love the title, by the way.
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As you know (because yeah, i think we both like the way we both think *g*) i'm totally fascinated by all that boyhood-becoming-manhood in these tiny little inescapable spaces of motel rooms and cars where they were all lumped in together like HORMONE SOUP and subsequent consequences. *happy sigh*
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i didn't even notice that i'd made that 'division' until you pointed it out! hah! oh, brain.
JOOOOOHHHHN. I'LL WAIT FOR YOUUUU!!!
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any associations they have with *anything*, let alone the whole powerful mixup of sex, must necessarily lead back to father and brother.
yay!
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Thank you :)
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i love the sketchy-tired john pov, the snippets of sensory memories: playing football with dean, sleepysexing mary. his tiredness, and the notion that he is thinking (almost subconsciously) "me=dean, mary=sam", and his half/non/muted-reaction make perfect sense.
and i love your sam. on a slightly related note, there is a farm down the end of the street here in north london, and THERE ARE YAKS! YAKS, I TELL YOU!!!
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Well, yaknow, there's plenty more of where that came from :) I'm am gradually filling in gaps. wheee 'verses!
HERE ARE YAKS! YAKS, I TELL YOU!!!
OMG!! *IMMIGRATES*
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*dies*
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Thanks :) :)
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And I love that it's John pov, we don't see that too often.
The bed's far too small for the three of them; if they relaxed their bodies would loosen, unavoidably brush against his but they don't. They don't turn away, either.
Perfect ending.
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PS. sorry for the delay on replying! I think lj screwed up my notifications...