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I wrote some ficlet type things today in other journals/comms and I'm just gonna post them here.
"Get in the back with Sammy," John tells Dean. He's watching Sam in the rear view mirror, shaking and shivering, heater crapped out on them about sixty miles back. Sammy's got on three layers of clothes that belonged to all of them at some point or another, but he's never had much for body fat, and it doesn't help that its below zero out. John's got enough trouble keeping the engine from freezing up, so he sends Dean crawling over the backseat to huddle Sam against him, share his body heat. He doesn't have time to stop at a hospital if Sam goes and get hypothermic. If they don't get to Niagra soon the trail will have gone cold and that just can't happen. He's been following these signs and omens for three months and they all point to here, where they're headed. He hasn't told Dean this yet, but there was even a case of a house being burned to the ground. It could be...
He can hear Sam's chattering teeth start to calm down, Dean whispering to him, shuffling Sam closer to him. Dean's always known how to take care of Sammy, in some ways better than he ever could. It used to make John bitter, but now he's just glad for someone to share the responsibility with.
"Shh, stop shaking. You're just making it worse. Here, put your head here. Wrap your arms around me. No, like this."
"D-d-d-d-" Sam's stutters. John glances in the mirror again, watches Dean card his fingers through Sammy's hair and shush him, burrowing Sam closer to him, inside the jacket John handed down to him last winter. Its still about three sizes too big for Dean, but it wraps around the two of them pretty damn good. Sam's head is nestled tightly beneath Dean's chin, his hands pushed inside Dean's shirt, probably under his arms. Skin to skin is best in freezing temperatures, his boys know that. John puts in one of the tapes Sam hates the least and turns the volume down low.
He catches it in the mirror accidentally, almost out of the corner of his eye, Dean's lips moving next to Sammy's ear, whispering something. He's pulled Sam so close he's damn near curled up in his lap, legs draped across Dean's thighs. It burns John, like a hot, searing hole in his gut. Its something he doesn't think about much - probably because he tries not to. How close they are, how its not healthy the way Sam looks at Dean like he's...like he's everything. How Dean has no conscience when it comes to Sam. Its not normal. It's not the way brothers should be. He knows that. He also knows that its too late for them to be anything other than what they are.
In the backseat, Sammy wraps his arm around Dean's neck and Dean brushes the hair out of Sam's eyes. He whispers something else in Sammy's ear and when Sam turns his head, he catches Dean's lips for a brief moment, then lays his head back down on Dean's shoulder. John watches it out of the corner of his eyes. He keeps driving.
The first thing you need to know is never touch the Hat. The Hat is an extension of Neal himself, a part of him. It makes him and if you fuck with The Hat, you fuck with Neal. And then Neal fucks with you - its not a pretty picture. Everyone loves The Hat, but no one gets to touch it. Neal is very protective of The Hat. Its personal. He doesn't like to share.
The second thing you need to know is that there's an exception to every rule. Peter Burke is an exception to the rule. If your name is Peter Burke, you are allowed to touch The Hat, mock The Hat, mock the man wearing The Hat, even give The Hat a sexy little test drive, doing the worst Frank Sinatra impression known to man if you've had a few too many beers in you after work.
The third you should know is that the hat is not just a fashion accessory, it is an outfit in itself. Everyone always notices The Hat before everything else. Everything goes with the hat, but nothing goes even better.
The fourth thing you should know is that Peter made that last part up just now.
Neal flips The Hat off his head and twirls it on one finger. "Still think I look like a cartoon?"
"You're unbelievable," He says, but there's a smile on his face and his eyes can't decide which part of Neal's bare skin they want to stay focused on. What the hell was he thinking, looking like this as soon as Peter walked in the door? Could've given him a damn heart attack. He loosens his tie and snatches The Hat off Neal's finger, tipping it onto his own head.
The fifth thing Neal wants you to know is that Peter looks really, ridiculously good in The Hat.
"We're taking you shopping in the morning." Neal states matter-of-factly as he unbuttons the last few buttons on Peter's shirt.
"We?"
"Me and Elizabeth. We decided you needed new suits."
"You're kidding."
"Nope," Neal grins, sliding Peter's belt out slowly. "It's going to be fun."
"I somehow doubt that."
Neal's still grinning when he drops to his knees, planting kisses on the Peter's pelvic bone, on the inside of his thighs. "Be nice," He murmurs. "I wanna dress you up." And Peter shivers all over.
Neal stands up and sucks Peter's bottom lip into his mouth as he takes The Hat off his head.
"One sec." He grins and slaps Peter on the ass. Peter rolls his eyes and waits, listens for the door to shut again.
The most important thing you need to know is to never, ever bother Neal when The Hat is hanging on his door.
June walks down the hallway, on her way to the balcony to do some painting. She hears the deep, rumbling voices muffled behind Neal's door and smiles. It was about time that silly detective and his wife came to their senses. Hell, Byron had more boyfriends than she ever did. They made it work, and June knew that eventually Peter and Elizabeth would've figured it out as well. The phone call she made to Elizabeth last week only helped to speed up the process. She hated seeing sweet Neal sulk like that.
The final thing, and this has nothing to do with The Hat, is that June is awesome. And don't you forget it.
I wrote some ficlet type things today in other journals/comms and I'm just gonna post them here.
"Get in the back with Sammy," John tells Dean. He's watching Sam in the rear view mirror, shaking and shivering, heater crapped out on them about sixty miles back. Sammy's got on three layers of clothes that belonged to all of them at some point or another, but he's never had much for body fat, and it doesn't help that its below zero out. John's got enough trouble keeping the engine from freezing up, so he sends Dean crawling over the backseat to huddle Sam against him, share his body heat. He doesn't have time to stop at a hospital if Sam goes and get hypothermic. If they don't get to Niagra soon the trail will have gone cold and that just can't happen. He's been following these signs and omens for three months and they all point to here, where they're headed. He hasn't told Dean this yet, but there was even a case of a house being burned to the ground. It could be...
He can hear Sam's chattering teeth start to calm down, Dean whispering to him, shuffling Sam closer to him. Dean's always known how to take care of Sammy, in some ways better than he ever could. It used to make John bitter, but now he's just glad for someone to share the responsibility with.
"Shh, stop shaking. You're just making it worse. Here, put your head here. Wrap your arms around me. No, like this."
"D-d-d-d-" Sam's stutters. John glances in the mirror again, watches Dean card his fingers through Sammy's hair and shush him, burrowing Sam closer to him, inside the jacket John handed down to him last winter. Its still about three sizes too big for Dean, but it wraps around the two of them pretty damn good. Sam's head is nestled tightly beneath Dean's chin, his hands pushed inside Dean's shirt, probably under his arms. Skin to skin is best in freezing temperatures, his boys know that. John puts in one of the tapes Sam hates the least and turns the volume down low.
He catches it in the mirror accidentally, almost out of the corner of his eye, Dean's lips moving next to Sammy's ear, whispering something. He's pulled Sam so close he's damn near curled up in his lap, legs draped across Dean's thighs. It burns John, like a hot, searing hole in his gut. Its something he doesn't think about much - probably because he tries not to. How close they are, how its not healthy the way Sam looks at Dean like he's...like he's everything. How Dean has no conscience when it comes to Sam. Its not normal. It's not the way brothers should be. He knows that. He also knows that its too late for them to be anything other than what they are.
In the backseat, Sammy wraps his arm around Dean's neck and Dean brushes the hair out of Sam's eyes. He whispers something else in Sammy's ear and when Sam turns his head, he catches Dean's lips for a brief moment, then lays his head back down on Dean's shoulder. John watches it out of the corner of his eyes. He keeps driving.
The first thing you need to know is never touch the Hat. The Hat is an extension of Neal himself, a part of him. It makes him and if you fuck with The Hat, you fuck with Neal. And then Neal fucks with you - its not a pretty picture. Everyone loves The Hat, but no one gets to touch it. Neal is very protective of The Hat. Its personal. He doesn't like to share.
The second thing you need to know is that there's an exception to every rule. Peter Burke is an exception to the rule. If your name is Peter Burke, you are allowed to touch The Hat, mock The Hat, mock the man wearing The Hat, even give The Hat a sexy little test drive, doing the worst Frank Sinatra impression known to man if you've had a few too many beers in you after work.
The third you should know is that the hat is not just a fashion accessory, it is an outfit in itself. Everyone always notices The Hat before everything else. Everything goes with the hat, but nothing goes even better.
The fourth thing you should know is that Peter made that last part up just now.
Neal flips The Hat off his head and twirls it on one finger. "Still think I look like a cartoon?"
"You're unbelievable," He says, but there's a smile on his face and his eyes can't decide which part of Neal's bare skin they want to stay focused on. What the hell was he thinking, looking like this as soon as Peter walked in the door? Could've given him a damn heart attack. He loosens his tie and snatches The Hat off Neal's finger, tipping it onto his own head.
The fifth thing Neal wants you to know is that Peter looks really, ridiculously good in The Hat.
"We're taking you shopping in the morning." Neal states matter-of-factly as he unbuttons the last few buttons on Peter's shirt.
"We?"
"Me and Elizabeth. We decided you needed new suits."
"You're kidding."
"Nope," Neal grins, sliding Peter's belt out slowly. "It's going to be fun."
"I somehow doubt that."
Neal's still grinning when he drops to his knees, planting kisses on the Peter's pelvic bone, on the inside of his thighs. "Be nice," He murmurs. "I wanna dress you up." And Peter shivers all over.
Neal stands up and sucks Peter's bottom lip into his mouth as he takes The Hat off his head.
"One sec." He grins and slaps Peter on the ass. Peter rolls his eyes and waits, listens for the door to shut again.
The most important thing you need to know is to never, ever bother Neal when The Hat is hanging on his door.
June walks down the hallway, on her way to the balcony to do some painting. She hears the deep, rumbling voices muffled behind Neal's door and smiles. It was about time that silly detective and his wife came to their senses. Hell, Byron had more boyfriends than she ever did. They made it work, and June knew that eventually Peter and Elizabeth would've figured it out as well. The phone call she made to Elizabeth last week only helped to speed up the process. She hated seeing sweet Neal sulk like that.
The final thing, and this has nothing to do with The Hat, is that June is awesome. And don't you forget it.
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Date: 2009-10-27 04:25 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed White Collar, but I'm not totally sure I see the slashiness. I WANT to see it, especially since there is absolutely no chemistry between Peter and his wife. But idk, man.
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Date: 2009-10-27 05:55 pm (UTC)"You know, you're really bad at this escape thing."
"Yeah, well. Cigar?"
"Cuban?"
"You should arrest me."
All with the smirks and the leers. I mean, come on! xD BUT, if you really just can't see it, I suggest just shipping Matthew Bomer with himself. Because DUDE.
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Date: 2009-10-27 06:15 pm (UTC)Yeah, I guess if all else fails, I will ship Matthew Bo
nmer/Hat.no subject
Date: 2009-10-27 06:18 pm (UTC)