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slashthedrabble challenge #72 - Train
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darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Flexible 1/1
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13/teen
Words: 500
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Vague Wincest
Summary: Sam studied more than law at Stanford
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slashthedrabble challenge #72 - Train
Once Dean was certain that Sam would not be walking away from him again, the training began in earnest.
"Four years of soft living hasn't done you any favours."
Dean grinned and danced away from an over-sized fist.
"You're telegraphing your swing, Sam; I could see you coming with my eyes closed! I thought for sure we'd cured you of that after Reno. Have you been picking up bad habits?"
This time Dean managed to dodge Sam's one-two combo, but caught a glancing blow from his unexpected sweeping kick.
"Well look at that, you finally made contact. It's only taken, what, an hour? By the time the sun comes up tomorrow you might have managed to actually bruise me a little, if I stand still for a while."
Dean bounced from foot to foot, flames of unholy glee flickering wildly in his eyes.
"What's the matter, Sammy, cat got your tongue?"
Sam stopped his circling and took a calming breath, using the time to shake the tension from his arms and shoulders. The truth was, he didn't know what to say that wouldn't set Dean to teasing him even more than he was right now.
He was right about Sam not keeping up with his hand-to-hand combat, and the same was true for target practice, weapons maintenance and knife throwing.
Stanford tended to focus more on the intellectual side of things, which was why Sam had enrolled in off-campus yoga classes and taken a couple of semesters of T'ai Chi in his first year.
He'd finally learned to feel comfortable in his own skin, no longer trying to make himself smaller to fit the world around him. He'd used the meditative techniques he'd learned from both classes to overcome the stress that came with being so alone.
Sam had finally found a place for himself out in the 'real' world. It both terrified and thrilled him.
And now he'd given it up and returned to the fold. He'd taken back his rightful place at Dean's side, older and wiser and certain now of what he had to do. This was his second chance.
With one last cleansing breath, he turned and bowed to Dean, and then struck.
Dean swore that his ribs weren't broken, just badly bruised, and then brushed Sam's apologies away with a pained grin, demanding only that his brother tell him where he learned to kick like that.
Helping Dean out of his shirt - I'm not an invalid, Sam, it's just bruises! - Sam told him about the T'ai Chi master who'd approached him after class one night and discreetly suggested he look at taking kickboxing on campus. Apparently, he'd been unnerving the rest of the class with his pent-up aggression. He'd signed up the next day.
"I think that did as much for my stress levels as the yoga."
"Yoga?" Dean's grin was unabashedly salacious. "That means you're even more flexible than you used to be, right? 'Cause there's this position I've always wanted to try, but…"
Title: Flexible 1/1
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13/teen
Words: 500
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Vague Wincest
Summary: Sam studied more than law at Stanford
Note: Written for
slashthedrabble challenge #72 - TrainOnce Dean was certain that Sam would not be walking away from him again, the training began in earnest.
"Four years of soft living hasn't done you any favours."
Dean grinned and danced away from an over-sized fist.
"You're telegraphing your swing, Sam; I could see you coming with my eyes closed! I thought for sure we'd cured you of that after Reno. Have you been picking up bad habits?"
This time Dean managed to dodge Sam's one-two combo, but caught a glancing blow from his unexpected sweeping kick.
"Well look at that, you finally made contact. It's only taken, what, an hour? By the time the sun comes up tomorrow you might have managed to actually bruise me a little, if I stand still for a while."
Dean bounced from foot to foot, flames of unholy glee flickering wildly in his eyes.
"What's the matter, Sammy, cat got your tongue?"
Sam stopped his circling and took a calming breath, using the time to shake the tension from his arms and shoulders. The truth was, he didn't know what to say that wouldn't set Dean to teasing him even more than he was right now.
He was right about Sam not keeping up with his hand-to-hand combat, and the same was true for target practice, weapons maintenance and knife throwing.
Stanford tended to focus more on the intellectual side of things, which was why Sam had enrolled in off-campus yoga classes and taken a couple of semesters of T'ai Chi in his first year.
He'd finally learned to feel comfortable in his own skin, no longer trying to make himself smaller to fit the world around him. He'd used the meditative techniques he'd learned from both classes to overcome the stress that came with being so alone.
Sam had finally found a place for himself out in the 'real' world. It both terrified and thrilled him.
And now he'd given it up and returned to the fold. He'd taken back his rightful place at Dean's side, older and wiser and certain now of what he had to do. This was his second chance.
With one last cleansing breath, he turned and bowed to Dean, and then struck.
Dean swore that his ribs weren't broken, just badly bruised, and then brushed Sam's apologies away with a pained grin, demanding only that his brother tell him where he learned to kick like that.
Helping Dean out of his shirt - I'm not an invalid, Sam, it's just bruises! - Sam told him about the T'ai Chi master who'd approached him after class one night and discreetly suggested he look at taking kickboxing on campus. Apparently, he'd been unnerving the rest of the class with his pent-up aggression. He'd signed up the next day.
"I think that did as much for my stress levels as the yoga."
"Yoga?" Dean's grin was unabashedly salacious. "That means you're even more flexible than you used to be, right? 'Cause there's this position I've always wanted to try, but…"
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on 2006-04-16 08:41 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-16 10:08 am (UTC)Nice ficlet :-)
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on 2006-04-16 10:35 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-16 12:18 pm (UTC)funny!
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on 2006-04-16 01:20 pm (UTC)Perfect.
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on 2006-04-16 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-16 03:21 pm (UTC):)
In particular:
He'd finally learned to feel comfortable in his own skin, no longer trying to make himself smaller to fit the world around him. He'd used the meditative techniques he'd learned from both classes to overcome the stress that came with being so alone.
Sam had finally found a place for himself out in the 'real' world. It both terrified and thrilled him.
Yeah. I think that was what Jess was all about - being alone and hating it.
Spiff, bay-bee!
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on 2006-04-16 06:29 pm (UTC)Once again I read and I love. You already got a fanclub, precious? Because I would SO join. :D
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on 2006-04-17 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-17 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-17 01:56 am (UTC)Now Dean's imagining all the ways he can tie Sammy into kinky knots, without using any rope. *g*
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on 2006-04-17 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2006-04-17 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-17 02:01 am (UTC)I'm glad that last line of Dean's rang true. You know he's got whole pages of the Kama Sutra memorised just because he hasn't been able to try the positions out yet and he doesn't want to get caught out should the opportunity present itself. *g*
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on 2006-04-17 02:06 am (UTC)yes, I think Jess was possibly the first person who showed an interest in Sam once he hit Stanford and realised what 'alone' really meant. It was a definite *glomp* reaction. *g*
(I once dated a guy who was 6'7" tall. He always tried to minimise himself, by stooping, or sitting on the floor, or folding in on himself. I wanted to shake him and tell him to stop making himself less than what he was. He didn't last a full week. *g*
He was a good friend (before, and even after that), but a lousy boyfriend.)
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on 2006-04-17 02:08 am (UTC)My fanclub is my friends-of list - free membership and all the fic you can handle. ;)
Adorable icon!
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on 2006-04-17 02:10 am (UTC)BTW, love the icon! :D
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on 2006-04-17 05:21 am (UTC)Jess would have passed, and he'd go back to...is OTL.
:)
*snerk*
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on 2006-04-17 05:42 am (UTC)Do they do it?? (omg, why do I sound like I'm back in high school?)
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on 2006-04-17 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-17 05:50 am (UTC)You just know Dean has a list in his head of all the positions he's wanted to try if only..., and now he has a super-flexible Sammy to play with! :D
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on 2006-04-17 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-17 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-17 06:01 am (UTC)would you be allowed to write a sequel? *begs*
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on 2006-04-17 06:07 am (UTC)Of course, that would mean having to dig out a copy of the Kama Sutra or Perfumed Gardens because you just know that Dean stole at least one of those from some inner city library at some point during his teenage years, and he's bound to have memorised the 'good' parts. *g*
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on 2006-04-17 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-17 06:09 am (UTC)LMAO!!!!!!!!!!
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on 2006-04-17 06:22 am (UTC)Love the banter!
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on 2006-04-17 11:14 am (UTC)It's a great show, what would we be without it?
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on 2006-04-17 01:10 pm (UTC)*hugs and snuggles* so hawt, so fun, so sexy... good for kk's returned libido!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA
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on 2006-04-17 05:30 pm (UTC)I have most of Jensen's DA episodes but haven't yet watched them, though I have of course seen caps of the towel scene. *flails and swoons*
Someone has an icon combining the DA towel scene and the SPN towel scene, so we get to see both boys wet and wonderful in the same icon! *drools*
Welcome to the Wonderful World of Wincest! :D
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on 2006-04-17 05:48 pm (UTC)I think he really would have required a physical outlet for all his tension. He grew up in a very physical environment and is used to regular action - he had to fill that gap somehow. :D
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on 2006-04-18 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-19 03:01 am (UTC)♥
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on 2006-04-24 02:31 am (UTC)Hee!
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on 2006-04-24 05:26 am (UTC)*Smooch...*
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on 2006-05-17 08:25 pm (UTC):D
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on 2006-05-17 08:30 pm (UTC)Thanks! :D
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on 2006-05-17 10:41 pm (UTC)