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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2011-01-17 09:18 pm
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Dean/Lois - Enough
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Title: Enough
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Lois Lane
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xoverland Challenge: Temple of Janus
kissbingo Prompt: Body: Thighs
Content Warning: Spoilers through the end of Season 5 of Supernatural.
Summary: When Dean Winchester appeared at her front door again, it was two years later and he was alone.
Author’s Note: Falls in line of the other Dean/Lois stuff I’ve written. Same rule applies.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to the CW. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
When Dean Winchester appeared at her front door again, it was two years later, and he was alone.
If he hadn’t looked like he had just been chewed up and spit out by Hell itself, she would have clocked him for not making good on the promise to keep in touch. There was something wrong about this, however. Something that made her gut turn. She stared at him for a moment, before taking his hand and pulling him in the door.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. She stayed close, taking his hands in hers as she did and just squeezing them gently. “What happened?” She wasn’t expecting a straight answer. She never did, not from Dean. She let him stew in silence for a moment, before pulling him towards the couch and sitting him down on it. “Dean. Say something, or I’m gonna smack it out of you.” There was more worry than malice in her tone, and she could tell that he heard it, but there was still a moment of silence before he actually spoke.
“Sam’s gone.”
In the back of her mind, she knew what he meant by that, but her heart wouldn’t let her believe it. Sam couldn’t be gone gone. It just wasn’t possible. He was Sam for crying out loud. He was a pain in the ass and Lois wanted to kick his ass half the time, but he was always there, and Dean couldn’t mean that he was dead. Sam being dead was just wrong.
“So what the hell are you doing knocking on my door?” she said, her tone saying that this was the ‘duh’ answer. “Go get him.”
“Lois—”
“Dean, I get it that you and Sam may not be on the best of terms right now, but that’s no reason to leave your brother on the side of the road. He can be a bit of a doofus sometimes, God only knows who might pick him up.”
There was a huff of a laugh, but it wasn’t a happy one. In fact, it wasn’t anywhere close to happy. His hands reached forward to land on her thighs, bringing her eyes back to him. “Lois. Sam’s gone.” This time, she couldn’t deny that she knew exactly what he meant. She could see it in his eyes. Her eyes fell to her lap, her hands moving to cover his.
“I’m so sorry, Dean.”
He’s quiet for a long time. She can tell there’s a story behind all this, but she’s not going to push for it. Not right now. She doesn’t know what to say, so she just squeezes his hands gently.
“Is there anything I can do?”
He looked up at her, and was quiet again, still searching for something that she wasn’t quite sure what it was, before he leaned in and kissed her gently. That wasn’t what she thought she would get, but she leaned into it anyway, her hand moving to his chest and fingers curling into her shirt softly. Eventually he broke the kiss, pulling back to look at her.
“Can I—do you mind if I—”
“Yes.” She didn’t need him to finish the question. She knew what he was asking. “Of course.”
He nodded, and she pulled him in closer, sliding her arms around his shoulders. His forehead found her shoulder, his body curling around hers and clinging as though she was the last thing he had in the world to hold onto. For once, she wished that she had something more to say to him, something that would make everything better, but she had never been that good with words. Instead, she just held him, and hoped that for right now, it was enough.
Title: Enough
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Lois Lane
xoverland Challenge: Temple of Januskissbingo Prompt: Body: ThighsContent Warning: Spoilers through the end of Season 5 of Supernatural.
Summary: When Dean Winchester appeared at her front door again, it was two years later and he was alone.
Author’s Note: Falls in line of the other Dean/Lois stuff I’ve written. Same rule applies.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to the CW. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
When Dean Winchester appeared at her front door again, it was two years later, and he was alone.
If he hadn’t looked like he had just been chewed up and spit out by Hell itself, she would have clocked him for not making good on the promise to keep in touch. There was something wrong about this, however. Something that made her gut turn. She stared at him for a moment, before taking his hand and pulling him in the door.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. She stayed close, taking his hands in hers as she did and just squeezing them gently. “What happened?” She wasn’t expecting a straight answer. She never did, not from Dean. She let him stew in silence for a moment, before pulling him towards the couch and sitting him down on it. “Dean. Say something, or I’m gonna smack it out of you.” There was more worry than malice in her tone, and she could tell that he heard it, but there was still a moment of silence before he actually spoke.
“Sam’s gone.”
In the back of her mind, she knew what he meant by that, but her heart wouldn’t let her believe it. Sam couldn’t be gone gone. It just wasn’t possible. He was Sam for crying out loud. He was a pain in the ass and Lois wanted to kick his ass half the time, but he was always there, and Dean couldn’t mean that he was dead. Sam being dead was just wrong.
“So what the hell are you doing knocking on my door?” she said, her tone saying that this was the ‘duh’ answer. “Go get him.”
“Lois—”
“Dean, I get it that you and Sam may not be on the best of terms right now, but that’s no reason to leave your brother on the side of the road. He can be a bit of a doofus sometimes, God only knows who might pick him up.”
There was a huff of a laugh, but it wasn’t a happy one. In fact, it wasn’t anywhere close to happy. His hands reached forward to land on her thighs, bringing her eyes back to him. “Lois. Sam’s gone.” This time, she couldn’t deny that she knew exactly what he meant. She could see it in his eyes. Her eyes fell to her lap, her hands moving to cover his.
“I’m so sorry, Dean.”
He’s quiet for a long time. She can tell there’s a story behind all this, but she’s not going to push for it. Not right now. She doesn’t know what to say, so she just squeezes his hands gently.
“Is there anything I can do?”
He looked up at her, and was quiet again, still searching for something that she wasn’t quite sure what it was, before he leaned in and kissed her gently. That wasn’t what she thought she would get, but she leaned into it anyway, her hand moving to his chest and fingers curling into her shirt softly. Eventually he broke the kiss, pulling back to look at her.
“Can I—do you mind if I—”
“Yes.” She didn’t need him to finish the question. She knew what he was asking. “Of course.”
He nodded, and she pulled him in closer, sliding her arms around his shoulders. His forehead found her shoulder, his body curling around hers and clinging as though she was the last thing he had in the world to hold onto. For once, she wished that she had something more to say to him, something that would make everything better, but she had never been that good with words. Instead, she just held him, and hoped that for right now, it was enough.