#jaredpadacock

{ barriers to trans-dimensional travels: fantasy AU -- dragon!sam }

he’s beauty, power, fury. he’s everything one could ever want but would never have, because he belongs to no one but himself. he’s rare. unique. the last of his kind. he knows the whispers. he doesn’t care about it-- if his brothers and sisters are all but gone, it’s their fault. they were weak. he is not. he’ll never be tamed. he’ll never bow to the inferior races -- no matter how much they shower him in golden, shiny gifts and human blood, year after year.

even so, he still allows them to live under his mountains, somewhere deep in the forest, and even if the humans are terrified of his presence, they still hope he’ll be the one watching over their homes. sometimes he does, because his real purpose has been lost a long time ago and now... he knows he should feel lost--empty somehow.

he’s never felt more free.

Sam groaned when he felt Dean slip up behind him, his hands spanning across his stomach as he spread underneath his shirt. Dean’s lips were hovering just over the nob of Sam’s neck as it connected to his spine.

“Dean...” Sam said low, almost... almost as if he were annoyed. However there was something in his voice that said otherwise. “We’ve talked about this.

“Well...” Dean drawled out. “I’m blind and I see people by touching them.” He explained and Sam could nearly hear the smile in his voice.

“Dean, you say that every morning.” Sam said turning around to press a kiss to his lips.

And it was true. Every morning for the past few weeks, when Sam wasn’t reading every book that the Bunker had to offer and going through endless pages on the internet of finding cures for this curse and even calling up Rowena who seemed to be suddenly “unavailable”, Dean was always touching him.

But there was nothing sexual to his intentions.

No. He wanted to memorize every line and curve of Sam’s body because everyday that passed and every moment that Sam couldn’t find a cure, Dean was growing increasingly worried (despite the fact that he would never admit it), that he would never see Sam’s body again.

And so he touched Sam’s body every chance that he got.

Whether it be him holding his hand while the two of them ate in the library. Or him wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist as Sam fixed breakfast in the morning because it was suddenly impossible for Dean to do it. Or at night when he would just run his hand up and down Sam’s body in the most intimate way.

“I know.” Dean replied finding Sam’s lips.

After a kiss that was almost bitter sweet, Sam pulled away and rested his head against Dean’s forehead.

“Dean…how are you holding up?” Sam asked knowing the next words that were going to fall out of his mouth. He would never tell Sam that he wasn’t anything other than fine.

“You ask me that every morning, Sam.” He joked, using the same tone that Sam had used with him just a few seconds ago.

Sam sighed, staring into those eyes that weren’t staring back into his. “Dean, I’m serious. How are you? Really?”

“I’m fine, Sam. Really.”

Those two words fell from his mouth. Those two words that Sam didn’t want to hear. Sam didn’t want to hear the lies that he told not only him but also himself. He just wanted to hear the truth.

“Dean.” Sam sighed again, preparing to fight yet again another losing battle. “You’re not fine. Okay, man? I just want to know the truth.”

Dean swallowed thickly, his brow furrowing for a moment and he blinked like all of the sudden that would do the trick but his eyes were as milky as ever. It took him a few more moments to answer. Another swallow, a twitch to the jaw and Dean dug his fingers into Sam’s hips even tighter.

“I’m telling you the truth, Sam. I promise.” He finally said.

“Dean…”

He shut Sam up by pressing his lips to his once more.

“I’ll admit that at first I was pretty frustrated when I realized that this…” He pointed to his eyes. “Could be permanent. I was frustrated when I realized that I would never be able to see your sexy body again.” Sam hit him lightly on the arm, for once glad that Dean couldn’t see the blush that fanned out across his face at his comment. “But once I got past that, I realized that I was actually much better off.”

Sam looked at him confused even though he knew that Dean couldn’t see his facial expressions.

“Like I never realized how beautiful your voice really is. Like Sam, I don’t think you realize how beautiful your voice is. I can still remember when I came back from hell and those nightmares used to plague me at night and just the sound of your voice would soothe me back to sleep. I never realized just how important your voice was to me until now. Until I realized that it was the only thing that I was left of you. Well, your voice and your body.”

In that delicate way of his, Dean began to trail his hands along the edges of Sam’s body. He traced his jaw, his ears, his cheekbones, his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders.

“I know every curve, every bend, every physical imperfection, things I hardly noticed when I could see them. I didn’t think it was possible, but you got more beautiful after that witch cursed me.”

“Dean…” Sam was blushing hard now.

“So I’m fine, Sam. I promise that I am and if you never do find a cure that I’ll be okay because you’ll still be here with me. I love you, Sam. Blind or not.” It seemed that ever since Dean had gone blind, he seemed to talk more, tell what’s on his mind, like suddenly the realization that you couldn’t see the reactions of the person you were talking to was suddenly relieving and he could actually just talk.

Sam leaned forward and kissed him again. “I love you too, Dean.” Sam mumbled against his lips.

{ barriers to trans-dimensional travels: fantasy AU – merman!sam }

he’s not supposed to go to the surface, much less try to get close to humans--monsters, as his father used to call them--but Sam is curious. he wants to know what’s going on up there, why his father tries so hard to keep him (and everyone else) away from the quiet shores. simple answers had never satisfied him, after all. he’s always find a way to escape his father’s wary eyes.

fresh air is weird, and no matter how many times he swims up there, he seems to never get used to it. but it doesn’t stop him from exploring the silent, forgotten island. it’s empty almost all the time now. a long time ago, it was filled with different people: Little Ones and Tall Ones, as Sam used to call them. but now there’s nothing but some ruins and green everywhere.

but from time to time, someone will come to the island. the man will stay around for hours--days, sometimes, when the weather is good and his white huge thing is filled with food. Sam stays around, dares to touch the thing once or twice (and it’s hard and weird, rumbling under his touch as some wild animal would do) and then swims away. and sometimes, when he’s in a good mood and he knows his father isn’t around to scold him later, he allows the man to take a good, nice look at him before diving into deep waters and not showing up until the Tall One gives up and leaves.

the next time, the man stays for weeks.

{ dragon!sam verse }

{ barriers to trans-dimensional travels: fantasy AU – villager!dean }

he’s the best one, they say. fearless. righteous. he’s the only one who can do this. no one else would dare to face the beast sleeping within the mountains. no one but him. the dragon can’t be defeated--he protects us, they whisper. he’s our guardian, so we should repay him. the beast demands gold and blood. if he’s happy, he’ll keep our children safe. you do this, you keep our village safe as well. the elders don’t give him a choice. he’s born to do this. he knows better than disobey.

but it doesn’t mean he wants to do it. he doesn’t want to feel the blood on his hands as he kills another ‘rebellious sacrifice’. he doesn’t want to drag their bodies all over the forest and into the deep mountains--fearing the day he’ll be dragging his own flesh and blood up that same path. he prays this day will never come. but sometimes... sometimes, the weather is clear and their ‘sacrifice’ is as calm and quiet as a lamb. in those days, it’s not a dangerous beast waiting for him. sometimes it’s just a young man, sitting on a rock and humming to himself until they appear. he’d smile brightly, brighter than the sun itself. his kaleidoscope eyes would shine in a different hue every other second. and then he’d be gone, without saying a single word--taking the new gifts within him.

in those days, the hunter would return to the village late at night, when he’s made sure the dragon wouldn’t appear again-- and sometimes, he’d feel disappointed.

get in my business

17. A fact about my life: I almost get my cousin killed, once. Almost!! We were kinds and we were playing inside his house, but somehow we ended up sparring and I pushed him towards a wall–which wasn’t a wall, it was the staircase, and he hit his head on the border of a stair step. Dude started bleeding A LOT and we freaked out and thank god his parents arrived soon enough because I had no idea of what to do ;_; he’s still alive and fine, tho

23. What’s your sexual orientation? I’m gay

21. what are you bad habits?signing up for challenges and big bangs when i don’t have the time to do it. deciding that school work is more important than anything else. staying up too late reading fanfiction. (and many many others)

38. describe your dream girl/guy?umm... a guy who is really fucking funny and has a great sense of humor. someone who i could joke around with. someone who wants to hang out with me and smiles when he sees me because i make him happy. has to love dogs. love sports. loves to bake. i love freckles, alright? and brown hair, i guess but i’m not really too picky about that. someone who wants to be with me basically.

50. what was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?i’m currently wearing one. ha! it’s my volleyball hoodie that is fluorescent yellow.