The Boy Who Fell by flipmontigirl.
Slash.
I think this is more a ficlet than anything, but it had me going, sucked me right in and made me love it. I’m going to stop for the night with this image in my head:
“Dean told him about Sammy, who wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t listen and never backed down.”
Plus One by the highwaywoman.
Slash.
I didn’t know you could fuck the hissy out of someone. This gave me a GOOD laugh.
Vocabulary by innie_darling.
Gen.
Help me. Oh, I want to write as well as this and think up brilliant ideas like this. Sam has an assignment from a teacher who wants him to complete the sentence that starts “I am….” Sam spends days agonizing over this, with choices like I am sixteen, or I am ignored, or I am weary. It ends with him realizing I am protected, and he knows it. There is love in the Winchester family, though it doesn’t often surface. This one makes me sigh. I love this story.
Undertow by whereupon.
Slash.
I am a lucky girl. This is one of those stories that had this LINE in it that I couldn’t banish from my mind, but there was no way I could plow back through all the stories I had already read to find it. No, it’s not the eyelash one, but it’s the other one. The first story were I ever read a phrase that described kissing like this:
“Sam leans up; Dean’s mouth brushes against his, just for a second, tongue flicking across Sam’s lips and a surprised noise in his throat.
Dean turns his head, steps back. He opens his mouth further, like he’s going to say something, and then closes it, turns away.”
I think I have, perhaps, found the perfect slash story. Clocking in at over 30,000 words, sex is the medium, not the message.
Shoot Out the Lights by whereupon.
Slash.
There’s no plot to this, no dialog, no structure, but man. The imagry. The character voices. The angst shoots out of this like rockets.
Here’s a tidbit:
“Because Sam’s jeans are low on his hips and the headlights are the only artificial light in sight. Cracked wet asphalt glitters like razors in the weeds. Dean runs a quick hand across his car and his smile is like shrapnel and then they get inside and Sam has never seen Dean broken, but he thinks it would look something like this. His head ringing with adrenaline. The sound of fear. His eyes stained with anger.
And Dean’s hands tighten around the steering wheel and he says, you know.”
You know what? What the hell is the writer talking about? I don’t know. I just know it hits me, somewhere deep inside.
Sharing a Room with His Brother by Roxie Ann.
Slash.
This one made me laugh from the start, because Sam is so annoying when Dean is trying to sleep. It was this:
“Dean crept into bed, years of experience and experiences (all bad) prompting him not to jostle and wake the person lying next to him. Though he highly doubted that Sam was asleep in the first place. He had to wonder if Sam ever slept. Or if Sam just pretended to because that was what they did. But tonight Dean was going to have hope. That Sam was as exhausted as he was and that they would both sleep through the night – peacefully even.
He should have trusted his gut instinct, because Sam hadn’t been asleep. As soon as Dean’s head hit his pillow, Sam’s eyes opened. And so did his mouth.
“We’ll have to get up at 7 if we’re going to be in New Mexico by the end of the day.”
This is so Sam. The rest of the story follows suit, but nothing is as strong as this opening.
Out of Focus by shadow-shimmer.
Slash.
Want to smoke now. That is all. (Okay, it’s not. This story is so in character is scary. Dean is right on, the boys are having troubles, they argue, and the arguing turns to you know what. But they never drop character.)
Not By Half by Estrella30.
Slash.
Found something good here. Dean thinks about all the women he’s loved over the years, or cared for, or just had sex with. How each one means less and less to him as time goes by. Each section starts out with a phrase like:
“When Dean was sixteen he met Suzanne.”
The section goes on to talk about Suzanne, or whoever she is this time. Then the last section starts:
“When Dean was twenty-six he found Sam.” Then it continues on with how they met up again and how the sex starts. What I like about this story is how Dean realizes he was wandering without finding, and how it’s only ever been Sam for him. Unlikely yes, but nicely done.
Lead Us Not Into Temptation by joyfulgirl41
Slash.
Oh. I don’t want to admit it, I really don’t, but when I finished this one, a shiver ran up my spine. You know, like in the stories? Like fingers. Like a mouse had run up me. Ficlets should not have the power to do this, they really shouldn’t. It’s a story about temptation and the point when temptation becomes a choice you cannot deny. Kudos to this writer, I thought I was too jaded for a reaction like that.
In the Stillness by Amiss.
Slash.
Short, too short. It makes me sigh. Why are all these stories so short? Still, this one is nice, with another little nugget here. Dean as caregiver, giving to Sam who is lonely. Sam cannot resist because he is so lonely, misses Jess so.
It’s basically summed up by this:
“He tried to stop this the first time, and the second, but when he’s honest he knows that he didn’t try very hard, really, because Dean’s warm and he loves him and Sam’s always so fucking cold lately.”
Poor Sammy.