#patchworkgirlfriend

Jared and Jensen are both in the wedding party of their best friends, Tom and Mike.  They’ve never met, and there is a big dance number planned for the reception where all the groomsmen on both sides will perform, because of course there is.

Jared and Jensen get paired up and at first it’s awkward, hands on waists and shoulders and no personal space as they are singled out to be the example in the dance because the instructor likes the way they look together.

It only takes a few moments and a few steps.  Jensen’s eyes light up and Jared’s dimples appear and the awkwardness just vanishes.  They move smoothly, as if they’ve been partners for years.  There’s a grace and a charm about them and everyone just comes to a standstill to watch. 

They’re dancing to Michael Buble’s cover of Quando Quando Quando and falling in love as they twirl around the dance floor.  By the end of the song they’ve gone from staring at each other in wonder to moving in for a kiss.

Captain love, that’s a LOT of freckles, what blessings!

Dean's Halloween candy was still mostly uneaten.  Their costumes were in the hamper to be washed.  It was a Wednesday. 

On Thursday morning, John didn't take Dean to daycare.  He didn't get to take his little Hot Wheels backpack with some hidden candy to share.  He didn't get to take anything.  All he had to hold onto was Baby Sammy, wrapped in Dean's favorite blanket, the one Sammy latched onto when Dean had accidentally dropped it in his crib several weeks ago. 

So I spent some time today down at the beach.  I’ve had a rough couple days, not really sleeping or being able to focus because life sometimes is just a bitch.

Something about the salt in the air and the sand in your toes helps scrub clean the yuck that leaves a film over the mind, body and soul.  Fresh air and sunshine help too, I’m sure, but losing myself in the sound of the breaking waves is the balm I needed.

Brady tied up and bound to the chair, trying to bait Sam.  Revealing that even back then, even at Stanford.  Sam had never gotten away from the life, not even the small slice of normal and safe he thought he’d found.   Sam’s pissed, beyond angry, completely devastated and let down and just, he wants to fucking punch something, to destroy something.  He’s thrumming with a violent energy that needs to be spent or he’s going to make a mistake.

He can’t afford to lose perspective right now.  Dean’s counting on him.  They can’t lose their bargaining chip in Brady, too much is at stake.

The demon in Brady doesn’t mind a bit when he realizes what Sam’s up to.  It’s not the first time he and Sam have done this, albeit not exactly in these roles.  Hate sex can be quite therapeutic plus this is Sam Winchester after all, a truly delectable treat.  So he lets Sam fuck himself down on his cock, lets him ride rough as those pretty pink lips let curses fall and those huge hands dig into his shoulders painfully.  Sam finally crying is the best part for him, those hard hazel eyes turning wet soft as myriad hues of blue and green and gold tumble through his emotions.