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kat_lair(ATTN: oikku, read this, I think it'll be right up your alley style and content wise)
Don't you just love it when new people wander into your LJ, make themselves at home on your F-list and bring with them some amazing fic. I wish this would happen more often!
Supernatural Fic Rec - Sam/Dean, PG-13
Fic: Blacktop Vagabonds
Author:willa_writes
Why you should read this fic: This is not a particularly happy fic, but it is both hauntingly beautiful and realistic. It captures the gritty details of life on the road in a way that plunges the reader straight into the scene, dirty and aching. Gorgeous, visceral writing that captures a slice of Winchester life and leaves your heartbroken and craving for more. Here, have a quote:
Dean seems to be more worn out than usual, a realization that comes up slow as sticky syrup in Sam's thoughts. Sam guesses that Dean's calves are cramping by now from hours on literal hours behind the steering wheel, tapping out a defensive rhythm on the gas, brakes, gas, brakes. It's hypnotic, sometimes.
As Sam watches, Dean rubs the heel of his hand over his forehead, moving dried sweat around in tiny colorless rolls that are disgusting but which Sam can't look away from. Dean looks like he's running on sheer stubbornness. He won't stop until his heart gives out or he falls asleep at the wheel. He trusts Sam not to let that happen, so Sam stays awake too, not that the wriggling dirt blanketing his limbs will let him rest.
oikku, read this, I think it'll be right up your alley style and content wise)Don't you just love it when new people wander into your LJ, make themselves at home on your F-list and bring with them some amazing fic. I wish this would happen more often!
Supernatural Fic Rec - Sam/Dean, PG-13
Fic: Blacktop Vagabonds
Author:
willa_writesWhy you should read this fic: This is not a particularly happy fic, but it is both hauntingly beautiful and realistic. It captures the gritty details of life on the road in a way that plunges the reader straight into the scene, dirty and aching. Gorgeous, visceral writing that captures a slice of Winchester life and leaves your heartbroken and craving for more. Here, have a quote:
Dean seems to be more worn out than usual, a realization that comes up slow as sticky syrup in Sam's thoughts. Sam guesses that Dean's calves are cramping by now from hours on literal hours behind the steering wheel, tapping out a defensive rhythm on the gas, brakes, gas, brakes. It's hypnotic, sometimes.
As Sam watches, Dean rubs the heel of his hand over his forehead, moving dried sweat around in tiny colorless rolls that are disgusting but which Sam can't look away from. Dean looks like he's running on sheer stubbornness. He won't stop until his heart gives out or he falls asleep at the wheel. He trusts Sam not to let that happen, so Sam stays awake too, not that the wriggling dirt blanketing his limbs will let him rest.