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Vacation Ficlets
Guess who brought her notebooks with her on the plane. That'd be me. Expect an epic very soon, because the other notebook is almost up to 3,000 words.
#1 – With Great Strides
(Dean, Sam)
All the cartoonists and prop directors got it wrong, he thinks, because the flat checkerboard of land below them doesn’t have stripes or come in only three green shades. It looks like marble tile, veins of dark soot and burnished gold.
They fly over a huge river while the sun is still high, and it’s wide and long. It must be old, because Sam can see where the meandering bends have broken off to form small, moon-shaped bodies all around.
He thinks of farmers tending their fields; he thinks of old women turning red clay on their wheels; he thinks of how small the Impala must look, the two of them tiny inside as it drives down a dusty highway.
When Dean mutters under his breath and hits the armrest for the fifth time, Sam picks them out a marbled patch of land, right there, with the inkblot lakes and Tuscan red dirt. It’s perfect – it’s bigger, better, more beautiful than the rest. Dean would like that.
In fact, if Sam looks hard enough, he can see a little black car parked right in the center and two figures standing next to it.
#2 – And Into the Wild
(Jared, Jensen)
After the aviary, they sight the reptile house. It’s amazing it wasn’t the first thing they saw, actually; Jared picks up a stuffed boa and torments Jensen mercilessly for a few minutes, to the cashier’s baffled amusement.
As soon as they step into the open-walled building, Jensen is drawn to the corner tank. There’s a huge venom-black snake curled around-and-into itself in the double-glass corner, scales gleaming in the dull light. Jared comes up behind Jensen, peering at the snake’s arrow-shaped head with bored curiosity.
Jensen doesn’t even notice when Jared wanders off, making incredible, stupid comments about each reptile as he passes them. Jensen’s too caught up in the way each coil of the snake’s long, sinuous body shifts as it raises itself up. Those slitted yellow eyes meet Jensen’s and something indescribable – primal – jolts through him, making his heart stutter, his chest tighten.
The snake’s tongue flickers out – just as black and startling as the rest of it – tasting the air around it. Jensen shivers, reaching down to pull at his belt loops.
Jared, who has already made the full circuit of the building, comes up behind him again, resting one broad, friendly palm of Jensen’s side. The yellow eyes slide down and away, moment broken, and Jensen can finally breathe.
They head for the bathrooms next.
#3 – Over the Fence
(Jared, Jensen)
Before Jared can even open his mouth to tell Jensen he’s a stingy bastard, a man who’s holding a menu is cutting them off. He rattles off a long chain of stilted English offers – Margaritas seem to be the main entrée.
They manage a polite, if bewildered, denial, and keep on heading for the Tijuana arch they can see over the tops of the squat, unhappy-looking buildings all around them. In the time it takes to walk from the stoplight to the arch that stands at the end of Avenue Revolucion, Jensen has been called ‘bonita’ twice and Jared has been ushered into four separate shops by calls of ‘follow the Mexican!’
It gets annoying after the first time, on both counts. Jared tips his head at Jensen and they agree they are so done with Mexico.
Customs is ridiculous, as usual, but Jensen doesn’t mind because Jared has a candy bar, and that is never not a source of entertainment – innocent or otherwise. Obliviously, Jared hums something about cockroaches to himself and licks chocolate off the pads of his fingers.
#4 – Subtle Motions
(Jared, Jensen)
Any lingering bitterness, however, dissipates as soon as the long façade of stucco comes into view. The California Tower is barely visible from the car, the top spire completely obscured by the roof no matter how they crane their necks to look.
The visitor’s center – Jared insists they stop there – is surprisingly useful. When they walk out five minutes after going in, they have a map of the entire park and a list of free museums for the day.
Jared has a swooning moment when he sees the botanical gardens, so of course Jensen has to tease him for the next fifteen hours. He wouldn’t be a good friend if he didn’t, and he prides himself on how good of a friend he really is. The lilies come into view, full and colorful, and Jared makes a tiny, girlish sound. Jensen mentally adds on a another five days.
They sit out on the lawn after that, until the sun falls behind the California Tower, painting the sky in muted yellows, pinks, and blues. A dog trots over, apparently just as eager for Jensen’s attention as the huge lump next to him on the green grass, and Jensen is forced to the play with him – completely forced, no matter what Jared might say later.
By the time the golden retriever pup is tired, flopping down next to Jared on the grass, Jensen is pretty much ready to fall over where he stands. Damn to the grass stains he might get on the way down, he can afford a new pair of jeans. Maybe.
As soon as Jensen safely collapses into a heap, though, Jared is rolling half on top of him and knuckling at his hair. He doesn’t have the energy to resist or even remind Jared where exactly they are.
A group of girls passes by, high heels and tight shirts, giggling behind their hands. Jensen makes a noise like he’s dying because he is. Jared is such a freaking bastard – Jensen could have definitely gotten laid right there.
Jared shifts, smirking down at him.
#5 – Almost a Tea Party
(Jared, Jensen)
What a way to go, Jensen despairs as they nearly run over a hippie who looks as if her name might contain a hyphen and the word ‘moonchild’.
They pass a park on the left side and the driver warbles out something approaching English about the summer of love. Jared makes a soft cooing sound and tells Jensen about how they are so going there tomorrow, right after they do this, this, this, and that. The mad chauffer swerves around a UPS truck and they nearly crash straight into an oncoming bus.
Jensen clutches at Jared’s thighs, really digging his nails in as hard as he can because – goddamnit, this is all Jared’s fault.
In his mind, Jensen sees a single hubcap roll dramatically and silently by, smoke filtering in from the right side of the frame. Maybe there would be organs. Yeah, organs – in a minor key maybe.
Thankfully, the van rolls to a stop just outside the Hilton On the Wharf hotel and the both of them manage to get their bags and into the lobby without serious injury. As soon as they’re in the elevator, though, Jensen turns and punches Jared as hard as he can in the arm.
#6 – Some Remedy
(Jared, Jensen)
But the damn take-out menu is so far away: all the way over on the desk, and he’s on the chair. There should be, like, gadgets or something for this sort of thing.
Eventually, he musters the energy to sit forward and reach the menu and the phone. Jared moans out a pitiful order. They lounge around for twenty more minutes. Jensen sighs.
Finally the food comes. Jared has a high-pitched freak out over the miniature ketchup and mustard bottles. They’re supposedly ‘too cute for words’.
Jensen gets mustard on his new white shirt, and, by the time, Jared’s done with his burger, the bed they’re sitting on is covered in used napkins. The ketchup looks like blood, and, dubiously eyeing the ruins of Jared’s plate, Jensen can understand why. It has the distinct air of a battlefield.
He starts cleaning up with a martyred sigh, because Jared is almost bursting at the seams with food and clearly in no condition to help, how could Jensen even suggest such a thing? Almost before Jensen manages to get the first handful of destroyed napkins into the trash can, however, Jared’s leaping off the bed and pushing him back into the desk’s rolling chair, throwing one leg over Jensen’s like he’s mounting a horse.
Those innocent little dimples are out in full force, but Jensen isn’t fooled for a minute. He hopes the maid doesn’t come to collect the tray any time soon.
(Dean, Sam)
All the cartoonists and prop directors got it wrong, he thinks, because the flat checkerboard of land below them doesn’t have stripes or come in only three green shades. It looks like marble tile, veins of dark soot and burnished gold.
They fly over a huge river while the sun is still high, and it’s wide and long. It must be old, because Sam can see where the meandering bends have broken off to form small, moon-shaped bodies all around.
He thinks of farmers tending their fields; he thinks of old women turning red clay on their wheels; he thinks of how small the Impala must look, the two of them tiny inside as it drives down a dusty highway.
When Dean mutters under his breath and hits the armrest for the fifth time, Sam picks them out a marbled patch of land, right there, with the inkblot lakes and Tuscan red dirt. It’s perfect – it’s bigger, better, more beautiful than the rest. Dean would like that.
In fact, if Sam looks hard enough, he can see a little black car parked right in the center and two figures standing next to it.
(Jared, Jensen)
After the aviary, they sight the reptile house. It’s amazing it wasn’t the first thing they saw, actually; Jared picks up a stuffed boa and torments Jensen mercilessly for a few minutes, to the cashier’s baffled amusement.
As soon as they step into the open-walled building, Jensen is drawn to the corner tank. There’s a huge venom-black snake curled around-and-into itself in the double-glass corner, scales gleaming in the dull light. Jared comes up behind Jensen, peering at the snake’s arrow-shaped head with bored curiosity.
Jensen doesn’t even notice when Jared wanders off, making incredible, stupid comments about each reptile as he passes them. Jensen’s too caught up in the way each coil of the snake’s long, sinuous body shifts as it raises itself up. Those slitted yellow eyes meet Jensen’s and something indescribable – primal – jolts through him, making his heart stutter, his chest tighten.
The snake’s tongue flickers out – just as black and startling as the rest of it – tasting the air around it. Jensen shivers, reaching down to pull at his belt loops.
Jared, who has already made the full circuit of the building, comes up behind him again, resting one broad, friendly palm of Jensen’s side. The yellow eyes slide down and away, moment broken, and Jensen can finally breathe.
They head for the bathrooms next.
(Jared, Jensen)
Before Jared can even open his mouth to tell Jensen he’s a stingy bastard, a man who’s holding a menu is cutting them off. He rattles off a long chain of stilted English offers – Margaritas seem to be the main entrée.
They manage a polite, if bewildered, denial, and keep on heading for the Tijuana arch they can see over the tops of the squat, unhappy-looking buildings all around them. In the time it takes to walk from the stoplight to the arch that stands at the end of Avenue Revolucion, Jensen has been called ‘bonita’ twice and Jared has been ushered into four separate shops by calls of ‘follow the Mexican!’
It gets annoying after the first time, on both counts. Jared tips his head at Jensen and they agree they are so done with Mexico.
Customs is ridiculous, as usual, but Jensen doesn’t mind because Jared has a candy bar, and that is never not a source of entertainment – innocent or otherwise. Obliviously, Jared hums something about cockroaches to himself and licks chocolate off the pads of his fingers.
(Jared, Jensen)
Any lingering bitterness, however, dissipates as soon as the long façade of stucco comes into view. The California Tower is barely visible from the car, the top spire completely obscured by the roof no matter how they crane their necks to look.
The visitor’s center – Jared insists they stop there – is surprisingly useful. When they walk out five minutes after going in, they have a map of the entire park and a list of free museums for the day.
Jared has a swooning moment when he sees the botanical gardens, so of course Jensen has to tease him for the next fifteen hours. He wouldn’t be a good friend if he didn’t, and he prides himself on how good of a friend he really is. The lilies come into view, full and colorful, and Jared makes a tiny, girlish sound. Jensen mentally adds on a another five days.
They sit out on the lawn after that, until the sun falls behind the California Tower, painting the sky in muted yellows, pinks, and blues. A dog trots over, apparently just as eager for Jensen’s attention as the huge lump next to him on the green grass, and Jensen is forced to the play with him – completely forced, no matter what Jared might say later.
By the time the golden retriever pup is tired, flopping down next to Jared on the grass, Jensen is pretty much ready to fall over where he stands. Damn to the grass stains he might get on the way down, he can afford a new pair of jeans. Maybe.
As soon as Jensen safely collapses into a heap, though, Jared is rolling half on top of him and knuckling at his hair. He doesn’t have the energy to resist or even remind Jared where exactly they are.
A group of girls passes by, high heels and tight shirts, giggling behind their hands. Jensen makes a noise like he’s dying because he is. Jared is such a freaking bastard – Jensen could have definitely gotten laid right there.
Jared shifts, smirking down at him.
(Jared, Jensen)
What a way to go, Jensen despairs as they nearly run over a hippie who looks as if her name might contain a hyphen and the word ‘moonchild’.
They pass a park on the left side and the driver warbles out something approaching English about the summer of love. Jared makes a soft cooing sound and tells Jensen about how they are so going there tomorrow, right after they do this, this, this, and that. The mad chauffer swerves around a UPS truck and they nearly crash straight into an oncoming bus.
Jensen clutches at Jared’s thighs, really digging his nails in as hard as he can because – goddamnit, this is all Jared’s fault.
In his mind, Jensen sees a single hubcap roll dramatically and silently by, smoke filtering in from the right side of the frame. Maybe there would be organs. Yeah, organs – in a minor key maybe.
Thankfully, the van rolls to a stop just outside the Hilton On the Wharf hotel and the both of them manage to get their bags and into the lobby without serious injury. As soon as they’re in the elevator, though, Jensen turns and punches Jared as hard as he can in the arm.
(Jared, Jensen)
But the damn take-out menu is so far away: all the way over on the desk, and he’s on the chair. There should be, like, gadgets or something for this sort of thing.
Eventually, he musters the energy to sit forward and reach the menu and the phone. Jared moans out a pitiful order. They lounge around for twenty more minutes. Jensen sighs.
Finally the food comes. Jared has a high-pitched freak out over the miniature ketchup and mustard bottles. They’re supposedly ‘too cute for words’.
Jensen gets mustard on his new white shirt, and, by the time, Jared’s done with his burger, the bed they’re sitting on is covered in used napkins. The ketchup looks like blood, and, dubiously eyeing the ruins of Jared’s plate, Jensen can understand why. It has the distinct air of a battlefield.
He starts cleaning up with a martyred sigh, because Jared is almost bursting at the seams with food and clearly in no condition to help, how could Jensen even suggest such a thing? Almost before Jensen manages to get the first handful of destroyed napkins into the trash can, however, Jared’s leaping off the bed and pushing him back into the desk’s rolling chair, throwing one leg over Jensen’s like he’s mounting a horse.
Those innocent little dimples are out in full force, but Jensen isn’t fooled for a minute. He hopes the maid doesn’t come to collect the tray any time soon.
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*kicks AIM as well*
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Or maybe I'm paranoid.
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I think this is the movie theather's way of saying, EAT IT HERE MOTHERFUCKERS, OR ELSE IT WILL TASTE LIKE ASS!
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And I can't eat ketchup, like at all. Does that make me a freak?? I love love LOVE mustard though.
YAY SEX!!!!!!!!1
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An Epic you say??? *grabby hands*
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The mention of the minature Ketchup
OMG! i used to have one and They ARE cute :D
*giggles*
You are sooo good at this :D
Jared’s leaping off the bed and pushing him back into the desk’s rolling chair, throwing one leg over Jensen’s like he’s mounting a horse
I made something for you. I don't know if you'll like it.
I'll give it to you later.
P.S. Did you read my story?
I hope soo.
I would really like know what you thought of it
:D
*kisses and fondles*
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I'm listening to Thea Gilmore right now and this (http://www.sendspace.com/file/25qpkb) kind of reminds me a bit of your style.
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I uploaded one of her albums for someone else, I'll just go find the link...
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you realize you get a drabble request for this, right? because, awfjoijwga.
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Nighty night
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I will forever love December In New York and Avalanche is probably my favorite on the album
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It would be nice for Sammy to fly because they are always driving and sometimes he must get frustrated with Dean. I mean the ‘road tripping’ and the Impala are such a big part of the show, but imagine how many more people Dean&Sam could save if they flew everywhere! It’s so much faster! Well, most of the time it is. Friggin delays. <.< In conclusion, Dean needs to learn to become a fighter pilot.
It looks like marble tile, veins of dark soot and burnished gold. Imagery!! You always inspire this beautiful pictures in my mind with your writings.
He thinks of farmers tending their fields; he thinks of old women turning red clay on their wheels; he thinks of how small the Impala must look, the two of them tiny inside as it drives down a dusty highway. sakefjhke okay, this paragraph? It’s that whole deep philosophical thing about how small we really are and how insignificant and realizing the beauty that surrounds us and how big the world really is and OH SAMMY < 3. And was he picking a patch of farm for he and Dean to settle down on when they get old and grey!! FARM!SEX! Which reminds me, I have an icon to show you :p
Loved the ending.
2) Lmao at giant Jared. Mmm something about a black tongue and again with the imagery. The description of the snake gave me shivers…or maybe that’s the air conditioning.
3) Naww I love Jensen. My dad’s like that <.< Mmm Jared and licking.
4) I love the picture you paint of the sky and the story you tell about their friendship. Aww puppy.
5) I love how innocent Jared is and JOHNNY DEPP *flail* Also the picture of the car crash, I was laughing and wincing at the same time. I love how much of a worrywart Jensen is, in contrast to Jared’s laidback nature. Haha and the punch was perfect.
6) aw, all lazy and exhausted and just there for the taking *grabby hands*
lol! Jared and the ketchup and the way he eats his food!! Little details like this really warm a person to the characters you’ve created. Mmm implied sexx0rs (finally!!) and I loved the ending with the line about the maid.
The end, and, as per usual, I have more to say about winces than anything else, lolz.