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18 March 2012 @ 01:26 pm
Supernatural Slash Fiction: "Where The Wind Meets Time" (Sam/Dean, R)  
Title: Where The Wind Meets Time
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam/Dean (Slash)
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes a whole lot of 'nothing' is the best way to heal.
Author's Notes (post-S2x20): My silverbullets entry for the prompt, Lazy days. Boy, you really do lose sleep trying to get these things done. Let's hope the final product doesn't show it.

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After the Djinn, Dean was so worn out and edgy for the next few days that Sam did the only thing a good little brother could. He booked them a vacation.

He didn't tell Dean why he was doing it, of course. He told Dean that he was the one who needed the time off, that the visions and turning over rocks twenty-four/seven and trying not to get killed by what came out from under them was really getting to him. Dean called him 'Princess' and kidded him about needing Midol, but Sam hardly listened. He didn’t care. He'd have told the biggest hairy-ass lie necessary to get Dean to agree to a break.

The flash of relief he saw cross Dean's face when he thought Sam wasn't looking was all Sam needed to be sure he was right.

Once he agreed to the whole thing, Dean let Sam drive most of the way while he slept, which was practically unheard of. He woke up for meals and pit-stops, and commented once that there was a hell of a lot of desert on the way to wherever they were going and that Sam had better not be driving around in circles. By the time they got to the part that was forest, forest, and more forest, Dean was ready to drive again. Sam knew that was because winding roads sometimes made Dean carsick, and driving always helped.

It was mid-afternoon when they turned off onto the lake road. Dean stopped in front of the Paulina Lake Lodge.

"Not this monstrosity, please Sam—it'll be wall-to-wall yahoos and anklebiters, I swear to god."

"We're staying in a cabin," Sam said. "The ankebiters are on their own. Wait here, I'll check us in."

The cabin was just a single room with a separate bathroom, and was hardly bigger than most motel rooms they usually stayed in. But it had a fireplace and a kitchen, and it was on the lake front.

Dean dropped his duffel bag on the floor, and looked at Sam. "So, what do we do here?" he asked.

Sam grinned. "Anything we want."

They walked along the lake to stretch their legs, and Dean made obligatory complaints about mosquitoes.

"I see you chose a volcano for our vacation destination," Dean said at one point.

Sam nodded. "Very little chance of supernatural events."

"Dad would be proud."

Sam looked over at Dean, but it appeared to have been an offhand remark and not a sign of one of Dean's darker moods. He said, huskily, "Dad has no part in what I want to do to you while we're here, Dean."

Dean blinked. "Then what the hell are we doing on a nature walk?"

Sam laughed. "Wasting valuable time…"

The first time was quick and down-to-business, hard strokes and twists and bitten-off words until the two of them lay spent and breathless on the bed.

"Feels like forever since the last time," Dean said.

A whole fucking week, Sam thought, but all he said was, "Yeah."

They had dinner at the lodge that night. Dean hadn't shown that much appetite in weeks, and that was proof enough they needed to be there.

Later, with the fire lit and the moon rising through the sky outside, they tangled together slowly, the bed creaking softly beneath them. Sam watched as Dean moved over him, golden light spilling over his shoulders from behind. Then the world went sharp and intense and so goddamn good that Sam's flew shut and sparks burst up against the orange inside his head as he spilled out over his stomach, Dean's fist clenched around him. Moments later, Dean collapsed against him, face sweaty and Sam's name still on his lips.

Sam woke well after midnight, the fire gone low and the moon bright enough behind the curtains to leave the faded crisscross pattern of plaid fabric ghosting along Dean's face. He got up and added more logs to the fire, banking the embers until they caught the wood and made it burn. Dean slept through it all, bare chest glowing in the faint firelight, and even his sleeping looked more relaxed than Sam remembered seeing in a long, long time.

The next morning, Sam went over to the lodge store and bought groceries for the cabin's kitchen. Dean was in the shower when he got back, and Sam had coffee, eggs, toast, and bacon ready by the time he got out. They ate to the sound of Steller's jays squabbling outside, the soft lapping of water against the shore like a rhythm underneath.

Sam showered afterwards, and then got take-out sandwiches from the lodge restaurant and rented a boat and fishing equipment. He and Dean took turns rowing, navigating around the edge of the lake and dropping their lines along the way.

"I can't believe you brought me fishing," Dean said.

"Do you like pan-fried trout?" Sam asked. "Because really, I consider this scenic floating with a bonus. If we catch something, we've got dinner. If not, it's a really beautiful lake."

There were no motor boats on the lake that day, and apart from the water slapping the rowboat, the only sounds were distant voices and stillness broken by the occasional drone of a fly. Sam maneuvered the boat around a cove and dropped anchor. They ate their lunch, and he checked the fishing lines on and off while Dean napped. An hour later, he kicked Dean's foot to get help as he wrestled a monster of a fish into the boat.

"Jesus, is that actually a trout?" Dean said. "That thing's as big as a salmon."

Sam dumped the fish into the bottom of the boat. "That," he said, "is at least two days' worth of eating."

They turned the boat back in later, with Dean sneaking the fish off to the cabin to avoid having his and Sam's picture going up on the lodge's inevitable Fishing Wall of Fame. He cleaned the trout, cut it up, and stowed it in the fridge, and then he and Sam traded turns in the shower getting the last of the fish smell off of them.

"You can rent horses not too far from here," Sam said, as he sprawled on the bed after he and Dean had taken advantage of being naked in the middle of the afternoon.

"You want to ride horses?" Dean asked.

"Let's see how it goes. I want to check out a creek not too far from here tomorrow, with some waterfalls," Sam said.

They had fish for dinner, and Dean started reading a detective novel Sam had brought back from the lodge. Later, they lay side-by-side on the bed and watched the stars come out through the cabin window.

Sam got more take-out sandwiches in the morning, and they drove to the Paulina Creek Falls trailhead. Dean protested at the idea of hiking, but the trail was short. They sat on a rock just off the trail across from the falls and ate lunch. An hour later, Dean was still staring at the water and swinging his leg from time-to-time, a faint smile on his face like he was there but not there. Sam smiled and leaned back to rest on his hands, happy to tune out for awhile and join him.

By the time they got back to the cabin, the day was warm and comfortable. They sat on plastic deck chairs on the cabin porch, drinking cold beers.

Dean looked over at Sam at one point. "You know there's nothing to do here but eat and fuck," he said.

Sam smiled softly. "Yeah."

Exactly.

They spent a few more days at the cabin, finishing off the trout and Dean's book and having sex on most of the surfaces in the cabin, and once (for variety) on the hood of the Impala in a forgotten corner of the forest.

When the dark smudges under Dean's eyes faded and he was cracking corny jokes again, Sam knew it was time to get back to business and take up the hunt again. Not for himself, because he'd never be in a hurry to seek out the misery that came with finding the things that lived in the shadows. But because it was who Dean was, and it was the price of choosing Dean and everything that went with him.

They were out on the dock that night, loaded with mosquito repellent and watching the sky turn rose-purple-black on the way to an amazing display of stars. They passed Dean's flask of whiskey between them, and listened to the random, musical plop of fish jumping for food and falling back into the lake in a single, swift motion.

"So, back to the grind?" Dean asked softly.

They'd been at the cabin for days, but Sam realized that was the first Dean had even said anything about leaving. He'd probably wonder forever now if Dean still believed Sam had needed the trip for himself, and had been trying not to push him, or whether he'd been as dragged-out as he'd looked and honestly hadn't been ready himself until just then.

"Guess so," was all Sam said, reaching over and rubbing Dean's leg absently. "It was worth it, though, wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah," Dean said, and Sam could hear the smile in it.

He leaned over and kissed Dean under the star-filled sky, not caring who in the hell else might happen to see the two of them breaking rules they'd never promised to keep.


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For atmosphere, try images of Paulina and its twin (East Lake) in this collection here

 
 
 
blackcat333_99blackcat333_99 on March 18th, 2012 08:35 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed this. There is a sense of that timeless disconnect from the world when there no agenda and only Mother Nature to explore and browse around in that brought back memories for me of some of my vacations that I take to get away from everything. Loved Sneaky Sammy doing whatever it took to take care of his brother - the love shines through so brightly. (Now if only we could get cannon Sam and Dean to take a vacation. They so badly need one.)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 18th, 2012 08:43 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much!

I haven't written any lengthy Sam/Dean since the last silverbullets challenge, and I really miss it. If it came easier, I'd do it more often, and I've got to try to focus more on short-term detours than epid story arcs.

I so wish the two of them would take some good time off onscreen (something more than a night of cleaning guns). I couldn't resist this setting, partly for the beauty and the natural, stubborn geography that could be a welcome deterrant to evil beasties.

My family took a trip to East Lake once, and I have only the vague memory of cabins and a swingest over the edge of the lake, but it's stuck with me ever since. I must have been 5 or younger then, but this little ghost of a memory is still there.

I'm so glad you enjoyed this, and your speed-reading skills (as always) impress me!
Amber: impalamistamberdreams on March 18th, 2012 09:37 pm (UTC)
Perfect fill for lazy days and a perfect finish "breaking rules they'd never promised to keep."

Mmm now I want a holiday in a cabin by a lake..
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 18th, 2012 10:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I'm glad you liked the finish, too-- of all the lines they cross day to day, that one's the biggest. But it's also the one that most begs to be ignored.
Kate: <chibi sam & dean>equally_dour on March 18th, 2012 10:41 pm (UTC)
That was lovely. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 18th, 2012 10:57 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
I'm a people personlaurificus on March 18th, 2012 11:27 pm (UTC)
Man, I love the stillness of this. And I love Dean getting what he needs, and Sam working so hard to make sure he gets it. It's pretty much exactly how I want them to be with each other.

But because it was who Dean was, and it was the price of choosing Dean and everything that went with him.

And that is exactly right. ♥
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 03:27 am (UTC)
Thank you very much!

I'm glad you noticed that line, because that dilemna of being with Dean meaning being stuck in the life Sam fled was such a driving force in those early seasons. I think that angst could have fueled stories for me forever, because it was already all the drama and pain they ever needed.

Thanks for reading and commenting!
Sherbysherbysherby on March 18th, 2012 11:39 pm (UTC)
This was lovely. <3
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 03:28 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!
brigid_tanner: brothers-on fence at lakebrigid_tanner on March 18th, 2012 11:53 pm (UTC)
Beautiful and so peaceful. Just what they needed. So nice to get a longer Sam/Dean story from you :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 03:29 am (UTC)
It's so nice to write a longer story-- I miss that like burning. I think I get distracted by all of my stalled-out Sam/Dean epics and my unwillingness to let go of them. It makes me forget to write shorter mood pieces like this one. Thank goodness for these challenges!

Lovely icon choice, too-- suits the mood and setting perfectly!
I'm Mulder, She's Scullyrunedgirl on March 19th, 2012 12:07 am (UTC)
Oh, this is gorgeous in its simplicity, the quiet rhythm of 'normal' life such a rarity for the boys, rejuvenating them little by little. Love how well Sam knows Dean; how well he loves him :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 03:31 am (UTC)
It's amazing how little regular living-- not chores, not duty, but simply enjoying being-- these two manage. They don't realize that this kind of downtime is where you get the strength to keep going, and what beauty there is in seeing the parts of life that aren't dark and deadly.

Thank you for your lovely comments!
Weesta: SPN - Bro - Family Businessweesta on March 19th, 2012 12:27 am (UTC)
This was a lovely break for the two of them.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 03:32 am (UTC)
Oh, that prompt was perfect. I love this kind of slow-paced ordinariness as a contrast to what we usually see onscreen, and it's just made for schmoop!
chemm80: DeanSamLakechemm80 on March 19th, 2012 12:39 am (UTC)
Ooh, lovely! I especially liked this image:

Later, with the fire lit and the moon rising through the sky outside, they tangled together slowly, the bed creaking softly beneath them. Sam watched as Dean moved over him, golden light spilling over his shoulders from behind.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam/Dean kisshalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 03:34 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm glad someone noticed that! After staying up late and having a sleepless night, followed by cranking out the last 2/3s of the story on deadline and with a scrambled brain, that was one of this morning's creations. I'm glad it came off so well! :)
Annie: J2 Sleepingktrisha on March 19th, 2012 01:41 am (UTC)
Lovely. Nice and calm and beautiful. I love a pampered Dean and a loving protective Sam.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam/Dean kisshalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 03:36 am (UTC)
The prompt really drove the mood of this story, and Dean not only resists pampering, he has to practically be tricked into it.

Thank goodness Sam knows exactly how to do that. :)
Blackrabbit42blackrabbit42 on March 19th, 2012 01:59 am (UTC)
Besides everything else said here, I love the last line. It wraps it up perfectly.

:)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam/Dean kisshalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 03:37 am (UTC)
I am so happy to hear that! It was really hard finishing by the deadline, and that last line came to me out of the ether but really seemed to fit the story, the mood, and everything about the two of them.
Sandycub: Jensensandycub on March 19th, 2012 06:44 am (UTC)
This was beautiful! I absolutely love the imagery and the relationship between the boys is so well written! Sam lying his ass off so that Dean gets a break he desperately needs but would never admit to - perfect!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 04:42 pm (UTC)
Sam lying his ass off so that Dean gets a break he desperately needs but would never admit to - perfect!

It's sad that he has to manipulate Dean just to get Dean to be nice to himself, but we know how Dean is. Whatever works!
samisan76samisan76 on March 19th, 2012 06:45 am (UTC)
Beautiful story, just how I want them to be...relaxing, taking care, making love...the images you created are so wonderful! I especially liked your last line! Thanks for sharing!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Hughalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 04:43 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and that it brought that warm schmoopy mood. By the time I was done writing it on half a brain, it's always hard to be sure of that last part!
peepingdrupeepingdru on March 19th, 2012 07:39 am (UTC)
Awesome...if only::DDDD
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 04:45 pm (UTC)
Hee! Take those earplugs out and give Sam his due, Dean! ;)
sammichgirlsammichgirl on March 19th, 2012 02:31 pm (UTC)
Wow, those boys did need a break, and the way Sam and Dean know each other, this was jsut the way to do it. Very lovely and tranquil - and their love still shines like a warm glow.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2012 04:46 pm (UTC)
Very lovely and tranquil - and their love still shines like a warm glow.

Oh, this was so nice to hear. I was really aiming for that combination with this prompt, and it's nice to know the story got there. :)