buried in the white - supernatural - sam/dean

[krickets]

Title: buried in the white
Fandom, Pairing: Supernatural, Sam/Dean
Rating, Warnings: adult, wincest
Summary: Winter. Stranded. Impala. First.
Notes: My first ever wincest.



So he gives in.

That's how all this happens, anyway.

All these road nights, night roads, whatever, trickling from his cup - the one that's never quite full enough, no matter what (who) he stuffs inside its hollow.

It's winter (fucking snow) as they draw closer to some nameless town, and Sam’s warm next to him in the impala, like normal - like always. But it’s different now. Because now they’re running out of time, and that's never seemed real before.

They're stranded. (Always have been, though.)

The giving in happens in one direction or another – north or south, east or west, sideways or crooked, inside-out or backwards. It doesn't matter except for that it happens, icy wind pounding at the windows, cold leather at their backs. And as this one door opens, all the rest close, because this is the one choice that changes who Dean is, who they are.

It's not like anything ever before, and it's not slow or fast, or even really real. Because words catch inside their throats, trapped in some invisible net that filters out the truth of the thing – the thing that is them, so dark and cold, but warm when wrapped together, lunging and shoving, memories and pain, hips and flesh and scars and limbs, and then sharp grunts and they barely even got started.

So it’s finished. And after it’s done, everything else is like nails on a chalkboard, screaming their disgrace.

They’re no longer a part of this place that they protect - out there buried in the white.

Sun comes again, and they dig out the impala, dust off their weapons, shiny and sharp, and all those still-trapped words are swallowed down and kept, like treasures or secrets or both, and off they go to save another life, another soul, another town, in this very world where they don’t belong.
-fin

Comments

[iamnotkris.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh. This was just gorgeous. I'm going to steal it and elope with it and we'll get married off the coast of Hawaii, yes we are.

You make me want to throw in the towel when it comes to writing fic, honestly. Just when I think I'm getting somewhere. -sigh-

[zelda-zee.livejournal.com]

This was amazing and beautiful and terribly sad. I love it so much, in particular the idea that their actions cut them off from the rest of the world and make it so they don't belong in it any longer. A painful fic, but brilliant.

[tattoo-kink.livejournal.com]

Awww, that was gorgeous. Usually I'm not a friend of stories without dialog - but this little piece was so powerful. It warmed my heart.
♥

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Oh no way! Don't even say that! I don't even know where this came from. I've been kind of jonesing to write some Wincest for a while. It's not something I think I'll do often though. But I just kinda had to get it out, and this is what emerged. I'm glad you liked it! But don't you dare throw in that towel!

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Wow thank you sweetie! I've really been wanting to write some Wincest for a while. What strikes me about it, is just how isolating (I feel) it would be. These boys are already isolated of course, because of what they do and who they are. But this is just one more step in that direction. And so I kind of wanted to show that with my imagery here. So yeah! I'm glad you liked that theme, because that was what I was trying to get at.

[iamnotkris.livejournal.com]

-drops towel-

BOOYAH.

I really really really need my muse to just whack me over the head with her spirit-stick at the moment. Jared's birthday is in THREE DAYS and I still have NOTHING.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Well thank you so much! I'm glad you were able to appreciate it despite there not being any dialogue! *claps* Really appreciate the fb! :D

[crickets.livejournal.com]

I haven't been able to write since I finished that Jack/Alex, LOST piece. I think I was all wound up because I had a test coming up. But tonight after coming home from said test, I had all of this inspiration. Things I've been thinking of writing just started to kinda flow. Must have been the stress, I figure. You stressing out about anything? It's a thought!

[iamnotkris.livejournal.com]

xDD Nope. I just got back to school today.

I need to get one of those little books that gives you, like, a line, and then you have to go write an entire fic on it.

-sigh-

[zombean.livejournal.com]

Your first ever Wincest? Seriously? You've got Dean down to a tee - call Kripke, you should totally be writing for Supernatural. Except that maybe not all the viewers would appreciate a SamnDean that celebrate a good hunt by sucking face on the hood of the Impala. Lord knows I would trhough...*fans self*

Anyway, besides getting the characterisation pitch perfect, this ficlet has some gorgeous imagery that I rhink promotes it from a mere 'ficlet' to a bonafide 'piece'. And because even commenters should show and not tell, these are my fav lines:

"And as this one door opens, all the rest close, because this is the one choice that changes who Dean is, who they are."
- this was wicked, made me think of the awesomeness of the door that was opened, but then sucker punched me by slamming shut all the other things they were.

"So it’s finished. And after it’s done, everything else is like nails on a chalkboard, screaming their disgrace."
- simultaneously the best and worst simile ever. Best, because it creatres a really vivid image for the reader; and worst, because that image happens to be butt-ass-nasty-cakes.

"They’re no longer a part of this place that they protect - out there buried in the white."
- this line made me sad, but then totally happy with it's awesomeness. It shows the gravity of what they've done, and the "buried in the white" made me think that the white/snow signified innocence, or maybe ignorance, that the world was buried under, that they can't really be part of that world - they've seen too much and are too tainted by it.

Whoo...sorry, that was long, and a bit freshman-creative-writing-course. I guess the moral of the story here is that you are made of fantastic, both for your kick-ass writing abilities, and for being a top-notch purveyor *cough-pimp-cough* of our lovely Wincest. *g*

[gigglemonster.livejournal.com]

Alright, so, the most gorgeous Wincest fic I've ever read, by far!
Such amazing, beautiful imagery! It's just so poetic and graceful and flowy! There's just so much that is being said and being captured, but with so little words, and it's done SO perfectly.
I love the line about the fact that now time is running out, that that's something they never had to worry about before.
I agree, I totally love the fact this is just one more thing they do that separates them and isolates them, keeps them from being a part of the rest of the world.
And this line

So it’s finished. And after it’s done, everything else is like nails on a chalkboard, screaming their disgrace

OMG! Love it! Hurts but it's so true and so them and so wonderful.
I know that there's more I could and should be saying, but I think it might have to wait until an e-mail later, when it's not so early in the morning! :)
But, in short, I have a new favorite Sam/Dean fic.

[ckll.livejournal.com]

VERY good.

And after it’s done, everything else is like nails on a chalkboard, screaming their disgrace.

(claps)
Keep up :D

[workswithwords.livejournal.com]

*flails like a mad woman*

SO GOOD.The imagery is breathtaking and the pain that Dean has in this is so perfect it hurts like hell!

♥

[runedgirl.livejournal.com]

Yes!!! What she said!

Spare and poetic and hauntingly beautiful.

Lynsey

[crickets.livejournal.com]

What about signing up for a prompt community of some kind?

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, yes, seriously. And I have Kripke on the phone now. He says we're both crazy! Hehe. But thank you so much for saying so, I'm very flattered.

And wow, wowowowow. Holy detailed comment, batman! I didn't check but your wordcount may be higher than the fic itself. Hahaha. Which is brilliant! I love these kinds of comments. Makes me feel all warm and fluffy! :D

*blushes*

Thank you.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Aw what? Noooo... you have to say that cause you're my wife. Hahahaha.

I want to rescue you today. We'd go see Transformers and drool over Shia and Josh. It'd be beautiful.

*squishes*

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Thanks sweetie! :D

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Well look who crawled out of her batcave to come and read the wincest! Hehehhe!


*squishes you*

ILU!

♥!

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

You have to be kidding me? This is your first? Cause it sure as hell doesn't look like it. You've got the characterization perfect, and the way you wrote this without any dialogue works in the way that only you could make it work.

It's not like anything ever before, and it's not slow or fast, or even really real. Because words catch inside their throats, trapped in some invisible net that filters out the truth of the thing – the thing that is them, so dark and cold, but warm when wrapped together, lunging and shoving, memories and pain, hips and flesh and scars and limbs, and then sharp grunts and they barely even got started.

*dies* because you rock, and this rocks. (and forgive the lack of Supernatural icons)

[gottalovev.livejournal.com]

wow! I love being flabergasted in so little words. very raw and powerful, I love it! I see a great future in Wincest *nods*

this is beautiful but oh so sad. so very them. *sigh*

great job! I'm totally saving this.

[philomel.livejournal.com]

This has such aching beauty. Fluid and poetic. Lovely. :)

[lima-sierra.livejournal.com]

Loved this! What a great job you did for your first wincest. I hope it's not that last wincest you write because it rocked. *g*

[fondillusions.livejournal.com]

Oh girl, you're evil... in the best way of course... 'cause you know, I love you.

This is so bittersweet. I love how you distinguished that they've entered uncharted territory by making them return to everyday's life instantly after what they've done. Not speaking about such things hurts more than yelling at one another, so yeah, this left me with a sad feeling. Beautiful. :)

*hugs* :)