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tamingthemuseTitle: Call Her
Author: meredevachon
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 687
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for 1.19 Provenance & 2.21-22 All Hell Breaks Loose
Disclaimer: Supernatural, its characters and situations do not belong to me. This is all in fun and for love of the characters.
Summary: Dean wants Sam to reach out and touch someone.
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“Call her.”
“What? No. I don’t have time to call her, Dean. We’ve got less than three weeks left to figure out a way to save you, and you won’t so much as crack a book to help. I’m up to my eyeballs in research here. Besides, it’s been over a year. The last thing Sarah needs is me shoving back into her life because my sex-crazed brother thinks I need a booty call.”
“You have got to be kidding me! Just pick up the phone and call the girl. If she’s not interested, she’ll say so. She never held back before, and I don’t think she will now. If you won’t do it for yourself… or her, do it for me. If you don’t find some way to get around the deal I made, I’ve only got nineteen days left. You seriously need to get laid before then.”
“But… It’s not safe… and I don’t want… She doesn’t…”
“Dude. You call her, or I will. ‘Cause there’s a thin line between noble sacrifice and having your head up your fucking ass.”
“Yeah, you’re right. There is. I’m just a little surprised you can tell the difference. Or is it only a noble sacrifice if you’re the one losing everything, and plain old stupidity when it’s somebody else?”
“I’m not arguing with you about this any more. What’s done is done. I was on borrowed time already. But now you’ve got a chance to be happy. And I know you could be happy with Sarah. Hell, if you don’t want to call her, I’ll go get her for you. Her dad’s auction house is what? Fifteen miles from here? A little less? You can even keeping looking for whatever it is you think you’re going to find here. I’ll swing out to New Paltz, pick up Sarah, and bring her back here. Then you two can go have some nice dinner and conversation… or hell, find a quiet corner for a quickie in the stacks for all I care.”
“Dean. We have to talk about this sometime.”
“We are talking. I’m telling you, you need to get some. And not just Rosey and her sisters. A real live girl. And you’re talking to me too. You’re saying you’re a hopeless geekboy with a stick up his butt. But hey, that’s okay. Some girls are into that. Like Sarah.”
“I…”
“The way I see it, it’s one of two things. Either you won’t call her because you think one evening of fun for you is going to somehow send me straight to hell in a few weeks, or you think something’s going to happen to her. And I get it. I do. But we killed that yellow eyed son of a bitch. It can’t touch her. Ever. She’s not going to end up like Jess.”
“We killed that demon, but a whole lot more got out. And there are other things too. Being around us… it isn’t safe.”
“I’m not saying you have to get married and start making babies tonight. But, you know… if that’s what you want… go for it. I just… you can’t shut yourself off, Sam. Don’t make this out like you’re doing it for her, or me. This whole celibacy thing’s about you being scared. So what, you’re scared? Since when do you let that stop you? You’re a Winchester, damn it. Be scared. Do it anyway.”
“You’re not going to shut up about this, are you?”
“Not until you call the girl or I go get her. Maybe I’ll hang around long enough to chat with her dad. I think he really liked me, don’t you?”
“If I call her – ask how she’s doing, tell her we’re in the area – will you let it drop? And please, god, not bother her father? I’m not making any promises. If she wants to meet somewhere for dinner or whatever, that’s entirely up to her. We’ll just… see how it goes.”
“Trust me, Sammy. She wants some whatever…. Yeah, yeah. Fine. You call her today I’ll quit bugging you about it.”
“All right, then.”
“Finally.”
Author: meredevachon
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 687
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for 1.19 Provenance & 2.21-22 All Hell Breaks Loose
Disclaimer: Supernatural, its characters and situations do not belong to me. This is all in fun and for love of the characters.
Summary: Dean wants Sam to reach out and touch someone.
“Call her.”
“What? No. I don’t have time to call her, Dean. We’ve got less than three weeks left to figure out a way to save you, and you won’t so much as crack a book to help. I’m up to my eyeballs in research here. Besides, it’s been over a year. The last thing Sarah needs is me shoving back into her life because my sex-crazed brother thinks I need a booty call.”
“You have got to be kidding me! Just pick up the phone and call the girl. If she’s not interested, she’ll say so. She never held back before, and I don’t think she will now. If you won’t do it for yourself… or her, do it for me. If you don’t find some way to get around the deal I made, I’ve only got nineteen days left. You seriously need to get laid before then.”
“But… It’s not safe… and I don’t want… She doesn’t…”
“Dude. You call her, or I will. ‘Cause there’s a thin line between noble sacrifice and having your head up your fucking ass.”
“Yeah, you’re right. There is. I’m just a little surprised you can tell the difference. Or is it only a noble sacrifice if you’re the one losing everything, and plain old stupidity when it’s somebody else?”
“I’m not arguing with you about this any more. What’s done is done. I was on borrowed time already. But now you’ve got a chance to be happy. And I know you could be happy with Sarah. Hell, if you don’t want to call her, I’ll go get her for you. Her dad’s auction house is what? Fifteen miles from here? A little less? You can even keeping looking for whatever it is you think you’re going to find here. I’ll swing out to New Paltz, pick up Sarah, and bring her back here. Then you two can go have some nice dinner and conversation… or hell, find a quiet corner for a quickie in the stacks for all I care.”
“Dean. We have to talk about this sometime.”
“We are talking. I’m telling you, you need to get some. And not just Rosey and her sisters. A real live girl. And you’re talking to me too. You’re saying you’re a hopeless geekboy with a stick up his butt. But hey, that’s okay. Some girls are into that. Like Sarah.”
“I…”
“The way I see it, it’s one of two things. Either you won’t call her because you think one evening of fun for you is going to somehow send me straight to hell in a few weeks, or you think something’s going to happen to her. And I get it. I do. But we killed that yellow eyed son of a bitch. It can’t touch her. Ever. She’s not going to end up like Jess.”
“We killed that demon, but a whole lot more got out. And there are other things too. Being around us… it isn’t safe.”
“I’m not saying you have to get married and start making babies tonight. But, you know… if that’s what you want… go for it. I just… you can’t shut yourself off, Sam. Don’t make this out like you’re doing it for her, or me. This whole celibacy thing’s about you being scared. So what, you’re scared? Since when do you let that stop you? You’re a Winchester, damn it. Be scared. Do it anyway.”
“You’re not going to shut up about this, are you?”
“Not until you call the girl or I go get her. Maybe I’ll hang around long enough to chat with her dad. I think he really liked me, don’t you?”
“If I call her – ask how she’s doing, tell her we’re in the area – will you let it drop? And please, god, not bother her father? I’m not making any promises. If she wants to meet somewhere for dinner or whatever, that’s entirely up to her. We’ll just… see how it goes.”
“Trust me, Sammy. She wants some whatever…. Yeah, yeah. Fine. You call her today I’ll quit bugging you about it.”
“All right, then.”
“Finally.”
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Date: 2007-07-08 05:34 am (UTC)always looking out for his Sammy.
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Date: 2007-07-08 11:12 am (UTC)*laughs and wipes eyes* Oh, hon.
Be scared. Do it anyway. This was just a wonderful line.
Maybe I’ll hang around long enough to chat with her dad. I think he really liked me, don’t you? And this was so perfect I almost peed my pants.
Thank you (even though you didn't write it for me). I'll take this as the prologue to my bday fic. *big smooch*
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Date: 2007-07-08 12:22 pm (UTC)Dean is such the big brother. Loved this
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Date: 2007-07-08 12:32 pm (UTC)You’re saying you’re a hopeless geekboy with a stick up his butt. But hey, that’s okay. Some girls are into that. Like Sarah.
And THAT killed me, right there. That was just so Dean. HEE!
Loved this! (But I'm still sobbing on the inside at the whole three weeks left thing, and Dean thinking he's on borrowed time. Oh Dean...)
~Nebula
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:16 pm (UTC)Dean sacrificed a lot for Sam to be alive, so... you know... he'd really like Sam to be alive and happy. ;)
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:20 pm (UTC)I'll take this as the prologue to my bday fic.
Well, you can if you want. But the when of and Dean's location & activities during your as-yet-barely-started bday fic is already established.
*mwah*
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:21 pm (UTC)Dean is the awesomest big brother.
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:25 pm (UTC)But I'm still sobbing on the inside at the whole three weeks left thing,
I know the feeling. But I have complete faith in Sam's determination to save his brother. Things will work out okay in the end.
... or, you know, Season 4 will be Sam marching into hell itself to rescue Dean. ;)
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Date: 2007-07-09 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-14 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-14 06:25 am (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:00 pm (UTC)Lovely Dean voice, as always.
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:16 pm (UTC)