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spn fic: Non Timebo Mala part 31
8/1/10 10:35 pmTitle: Non Timebo Mala
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OCs, Sam/OCs, Dean/Sam
Rating:R
Word Count: 4432
Spoilers: might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.
Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings; thus, expect anachronisms and flagrant display of personal fanon. Warnings for sex (occasional het and M/M, incest, rape.)
Some semi-magical, fuzzy-wuzzy gun-making coming up soonish. But in this bit, there's just tears and bad, bad feelings. And iced tea.
Sam stared at Dean like he'd offered him a hand, or some vital organ…he turned his face way and snorted like he thought Dean was a fool but what Dean could see of the boy was a bright red and the dog was staring at him, and wagging his tail like Sam had done something clever. He fiddled with the narrow brimmed hat until it set comfortably on his head. His eyes glowed like it was Christmas morn…like Dean had handed him a treasure instead of a cast off bowler of Pa's gone soft with age.
( Dean wanted, with all his might, for that to be true. He was going to get Sam a fine new hat, and he was going to make that gun for him and he hoped to God that they'd put that demon to rest—all of Sam's demon's to rest--once and for all. )
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OCs, Sam/OCs, Dean/Sam
Rating:R
Word Count: 4432
Spoilers: might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.
Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings; thus, expect anachronisms and flagrant display of personal fanon. Warnings for sex (occasional het and M/M, incest, rape.)
Some semi-magical, fuzzy-wuzzy gun-making coming up soonish. But in this bit, there's just tears and bad, bad feelings. And iced tea.
Sam stared at Dean like he'd offered him a hand, or some vital organ…he turned his face way and snorted like he thought Dean was a fool but what Dean could see of the boy was a bright red and the dog was staring at him, and wagging his tail like Sam had done something clever. He fiddled with the narrow brimmed hat until it set comfortably on his head. His eyes glowed like it was Christmas morn…like Dean had handed him a treasure instead of a cast off bowler of Pa's gone soft with age.
( Dean wanted, with all his might, for that to be true. He was going to get Sam a fine new hat, and he was going to make that gun for him and he hoped to God that they'd put that demon to rest—all of Sam's demon's to rest--once and for all. )
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