"Swings and Roundabouts", 6/7, Sam/Dean
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darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Swings and Roundabouts, 6/7
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17 overall
Words: 590
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Dean gets his weekend in Vegas.
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stagesoflove 2006, Round 3, 'Seven Deadly Sins' and 'Seven Heavenly Virtues', #6 - Greed // Charity
#1 Pride // Faith, #2 Gluttony // Temperance, #3 Envy // Justice, #4 Anger // Prudence #5 Lust // Hope.
Greed // Charity
"Aw, c'mon, Sam, you know it makes sense!"
Sam pointedly ignores his brother and focuses on shovelling the snow off the driveway. He seems to revel in the routine domesticity that Missouri has allowed him to adopt as his own, no matter how temporary it might be.
Dean has let Sam indulge his need for normalcy for months now, sitting on hands that twitch to wield guns and bows and flourish crucifixes. His ass has been itching to settle down behind the wheel and feel the Impala rock and roll and roar at his command. He wants to watch the miles roll by, but he's been patient and understanding - until now.
"You know we have to move on eventually. There are jobs out there which need that special Winchester touch."
His own personal project, a pale manila folder stuffed with newspaper clippings and smeared, crumpled photocopies, lies hidden beneath their mattress, but Dean still sees its gruesome contents everywhere he looks. He needs to act.
"I'm only asking for the one weekend in Vegas, just enough to cover us for the basics for the next few months. Hell, think of it as Freaky Finals if it makes you feel better - a chance to use all your new tricks in a working environment without the usual danger of beheading, possession or evisceration. Make the little white ball land in the sweet spot on the wheel sixteen times in a row and watch the croupier freak; make the dice dance jigs the length of the table."
He doesn't let up for a week.
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"Dude…"
For what seems like the hundredth time in the last five minutes, Dean lifts a neat bundle of notes and riffles through it with his thumb, breathing in the scent of more cash than he's ever held before.
"Fifteen thousand dollars, Sammy. This is great! I don’t even care that they barred us from every casino on the strip for the rest of our lives. That was so much fun! The looks on those guys' faces when it just kept landing on red? Priceless."
The smile Sam's wearing looks plastic, but Dean's too buzzed to notice. He doesn't realise anything's wrong until his brother grabs the small leather holdall stuffed with cash and then swipes his favourite bundle too.
He's still standing, open-mouthed and flat-footed, when his brain finally registers what his eyes are actually seeing. It's like some hideous nightmare.
By the time he moves, it's too late.
Almost fifteen thousand dollars of his - theirs - the casino's - money is nestled at the bottom of a Goodwill charity bucket, and Sam is clutching a measly handful of notes.
"This will see us through to New Year. It should even get us back up to Iowa for that 'Children of the Corn' pagan sacrifice thing you figured out last week."
Dean is still staring at the bucket.
"Sammy… Are you insane?"
Sam lets himself be manhandled over to and up against the closest wall and gazes solemnly at Dean as he rants for a while. When Dean pauses for breath, he finally speaks.
"It felt wrong, okay? Dirty, somehow. Like… Like turning tricks, whoring. The money felt wrong, Dean. Greasy and unclean and… Even this-" Sam shoves his handful of notes into Dean's jeans pocket. "I don't even want to touch it. Just… Look after it. Tell me when it's gone so I can feel clean again."
"Sammy…"
"They need it way more than we do, Dean. We always get by together somehow."
Sloth // Fortitude
Title: Swings and Roundabouts, 6/7
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17 overall
Words: 590
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Dean gets his weekend in Vegas.
Notes: Written for
stagesoflove 2006, Round 3, 'Seven Deadly Sins' and 'Seven Heavenly Virtues', #6 - Greed // Charity#1 Pride // Faith, #2 Gluttony // Temperance, #3 Envy // Justice, #4 Anger // Prudence #5 Lust // Hope.
Greed // Charity
"Aw, c'mon, Sam, you know it makes sense!"
Sam pointedly ignores his brother and focuses on shovelling the snow off the driveway. He seems to revel in the routine domesticity that Missouri has allowed him to adopt as his own, no matter how temporary it might be.
Dean has let Sam indulge his need for normalcy for months now, sitting on hands that twitch to wield guns and bows and flourish crucifixes. His ass has been itching to settle down behind the wheel and feel the Impala rock and roll and roar at his command. He wants to watch the miles roll by, but he's been patient and understanding - until now.
"You know we have to move on eventually. There are jobs out there which need that special Winchester touch."
His own personal project, a pale manila folder stuffed with newspaper clippings and smeared, crumpled photocopies, lies hidden beneath their mattress, but Dean still sees its gruesome contents everywhere he looks. He needs to act.
"I'm only asking for the one weekend in Vegas, just enough to cover us for the basics for the next few months. Hell, think of it as Freaky Finals if it makes you feel better - a chance to use all your new tricks in a working environment without the usual danger of beheading, possession or evisceration. Make the little white ball land in the sweet spot on the wheel sixteen times in a row and watch the croupier freak; make the dice dance jigs the length of the table."
He doesn't let up for a week.
"Dude…"
For what seems like the hundredth time in the last five minutes, Dean lifts a neat bundle of notes and riffles through it with his thumb, breathing in the scent of more cash than he's ever held before.
"Fifteen thousand dollars, Sammy. This is great! I don’t even care that they barred us from every casino on the strip for the rest of our lives. That was so much fun! The looks on those guys' faces when it just kept landing on red? Priceless."
The smile Sam's wearing looks plastic, but Dean's too buzzed to notice. He doesn't realise anything's wrong until his brother grabs the small leather holdall stuffed with cash and then swipes his favourite bundle too.
He's still standing, open-mouthed and flat-footed, when his brain finally registers what his eyes are actually seeing. It's like some hideous nightmare.
By the time he moves, it's too late.
Almost fifteen thousand dollars of his - theirs - the casino's - money is nestled at the bottom of a Goodwill charity bucket, and Sam is clutching a measly handful of notes.
"This will see us through to New Year. It should even get us back up to Iowa for that 'Children of the Corn' pagan sacrifice thing you figured out last week."
Dean is still staring at the bucket.
"Sammy… Are you insane?"
Sam lets himself be manhandled over to and up against the closest wall and gazes solemnly at Dean as he rants for a while. When Dean pauses for breath, he finally speaks.
"It felt wrong, okay? Dirty, somehow. Like… Like turning tricks, whoring. The money felt wrong, Dean. Greasy and unclean and… Even this-" Sam shoves his handful of notes into Dean's jeans pocket. "I don't even want to touch it. Just… Look after it. Tell me when it's gone so I can feel clean again."
"Sammy…"
"They need it way more than we do, Dean. We always get by together somehow."
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on 2006-06-26 04:18 am (UTC)BUT FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?
*coughs*
Right, sorry. Awesome job. I love the way you write, the way you draw us in so flawlessly. Yes. :D
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on 2006-06-26 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-26 04:25 am (UTC)I was going to go with a lesser sum - I had five in mind - but Dean said 'fifteen' and it felt right. It makes the 'sacrifice' all the more boggling. *g*
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on 2006-06-26 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-26 04:29 am (UTC)Thank you! I can hear them in my head. It's getting crowded in there now with the six of them all nattering away all hours of the night. It's such a burden. *snerk*
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on 2006-06-26 04:30 am (UTC)*bites lip to stifle giggles*
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on 2006-06-26 04:34 am (UTC)Besides, it's VEGAS. Everyone's a whore there. The bloody PRIESTS are whores there.
*giggles with you*
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on 2006-06-26 04:44 am (UTC)um... yes, yes it would be hot, but Sam has issues and turning any kind of trick for 15k makes him feel dirty in the no-fun-for-Dean-until-the-money's-gone kinda way. Damn his morals anyway. *g*
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on 2006-06-26 04:48 am (UTC)I know! Damn Sam and his issues! They've made my story a real bitch to write, but anyway. Poor Dean. Stupid Sam morals.
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on 2006-06-26 05:43 am (UTC)Oh, fun. At least Dean got his laugh.
Sammy, so honorable!!
*bounce*
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on 2006-06-26 05:48 am (UTC)Yeah, Dean got to have his fun, but Sammy is just too good for his own good. But I'm sure he'll find some way of making it up to Dean. ;)
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on 2006-06-26 06:45 am (UTC)LOL I think it's somthing he'd do though, indeed. That last line. ♥
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on 2006-06-26 06:50 am (UTC)Aww, Sam is so honorable. ::loves him::
It's always nice to see your new fic on my friends page. :D
::waits patiently for the next one::
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on 2006-06-26 06:52 am (UTC)I'm glad I'm not the only one who believes that Sam would do such a thing. Dean's still going to want compensation though. ;)
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on 2006-06-26 06:55 am (UTC)Sam has a very definite concept of honour and some very strict morals. Happily, he makes exceptions for the hot brothercest. :D
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on 2006-06-26 01:58 pm (UTC)These pieces are so terrific. I look forward to each new one! Thanks for sharing.
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on 2006-06-26 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-28 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-28 10:39 pm (UTC)ALSO, I love that Sam donates that money. There's a southern folk tale of a girl who has premonitions and she uses it to pull people from fires, etc. She lives alone with her mom and only uses her foresight for good deeds. Her deadbeat father shows up and takes her to a casino and forces her to use it to win him money, which she does, but because of it, she loses the sight. She's then unable to use the sight to save someone close to her. I forget some of the details, but it's a really scary tale, and it made me feel good to see Sam donate that money, rather than use it for his own ends... It's funny that I'm being superstitious about a fictional character, but there you have it. The story is from a book called The Dark Thirty by Patricia McKissack ... you should try and check it out from your local library. It was both a Newberry and Caldecott winner (I think), so I'll bet they have it.
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on 2006-06-28 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-29 05:31 am (UTC)Lovely honey - too perfect!! It rang so true!!
*Hugs...*
PS..I practically wet myself in anticipation when you wrote back saying the goodies weren't gonna stop comin for awhile~~ and you didn't disappoint!
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on 2006-07-03 04:20 pm (UTC)I can't imagine the goodies disappearing any time soon. There are so many possibilities! ;)
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on 2006-07-03 04:22 pm (UTC)Dean is going to have so much fun making Sam pay. And so is Sam. *g*
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on 2006-07-03 04:24 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2006-07-03 04:29 pm (UTC)Thank you! Sam is a sweetie, with his morals and his sense of right and wrong. It was fun to make him do the right thing in such a big way. :D
The last part will be up later today.
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on 2006-07-03 04:33 pm (UTC)The seventh one will be out later today. It should have been yesterday, but stuff happened. *g*
I had to google the seven virtues to get some background, but I knew the sins very well. ;)
That sounds like an interesting folk tale, I love that kind of stuff. I'll take you up on the scanning and sending, if I can - darkhavens at slashverse dot com. Thanks!
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on 2006-07-03 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-06 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-06 03:44 am (UTC)I think Sammy has some very rigid morals and mores and using his 'gift' to make money would probably feel wrong.
There are several folktales about people losing their 'gift' after using it for profit, so, consciously or not, I think that's the way he'd react. Plus, he really does like watching Dean bend over those pool tables, no matter how much he moans about it being wrong to trick people out of their money. ;)
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on 2006-07-15 02:26 am (UTC)Sammy's a smart boy. :D
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on 2006-07-15 02:32 am (UTC)Thankee!
*licks your icon* (and look which icon I used! Only for you)