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lunabee345 vignettes (includes Dean/Cassie and Sam/Dean). The fic is rated Adult, mostly for language, and has no second season spoilers. The lyrics for each song follow the fic.
5 Songs Dean Will Never Cop to Secretly Loving
1. “So This is Love” Cinderella
“Cinderella is a girl’s movie,” Dean whines.
“I don’t think Sammy’s ready for Star Wars yet, kiddo.”
Dean frowns, but Mom puts Sam on his lap and sits beside them both. She keeps her arm around Dean for the whole movie, and he doesn’t complain again.
Mom goes humming that song all day—while she’s changing Sammy’s diaper and as she’s folding laundry and that evening when she’s frying up chicken in the skillet. Dad comes in for dinner, shaking his head at her, and then she starts singing the song, really singing it, in this clear sweet voice, and Dad catches her round the waist and they go waltzing down the kitchen. Only the space is too small and Mom rocks the table with her hip on a twirl, knocking Sammy’s pyramid of clean bottles rolling . Mom’s laughing and so is Dad, and the chicken almost burns on the stove.
2. “Wildflowers” Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou Harris
Dean’s riding with Dad in the pickup, paring his nails with his knife and wiping demon goo on his shredded jeans with its flat edge. Dad’s pretty banged up; his left arm hangs limply in his lap and a cut on his jaw’s bleeding down his neck in a thin sheet. But he’s smiling as he turns the radio up a little louder. Dean hates the music Dad’s always got going in the pickup—this twangy shit on harmonica overload, and Jesus, can’t a cowboy keep a woman just once—but he knows better than to ever touch that dial.
Dad coughs, says, “Dean,” and Dean wonders why he turned the radio up if he wanted to talk. “I knew one day you’d be faster than your old man on the draw. You saved my life. You did good, son.”
Dean grins, cracking open his split lip again, and Dad grins too, bumps up the music another notch.
3. “Walk Like an Egyptian” The Bangels
“She’s yours, Dean.”
Dean runs his hand over the sun-warmed hood, checks his reflection in the windshield and shakes his head. “No way.”
But Dad tosses him the keys and he’s smiling like Dean’s never seen before. Sam’s behind Dad, leaning against the pickup, and he doesn’t even ask to come along for the ride, just throws him a cassette tape with this earnest look on his face.
Dean slides in the key and he’s so happy it almost hurts when he realizes he doesn’t even have to push back the seat or adjust the mirrors. The steering wheel’s too hot to grip, but he holds on tight anyway and thinks, “You’ve just been waiting for me, haven’t you, baby?” He pulls down the drive, turning over Sam’s cassette in his hands. Sam’s written on the side in Sharpie--Dean’s Classic Rock Mix. It’s all Heart, and the B52s, and the freaking Bangels, but Dean listens to the whole thing, doesn’t come home until it’s played through.
4. “Somewhere” West Side Story
Dean lays quiet and still, one hand flat on her thigh and his face buried in her hair. The sun’s coming up and everything in the room’s just starting to take definite shape in the weak light. Cassie likes to sleep to music. She has a five disc changer on her dresser, and by early morning it’s always cycled over to the same album.
Dean wakes before she does, listening for the final track and matching his breath to hers the way he used to with Sammy when they were kids. He whispers, “I love you,” into her neck, testing the weight of the words on his tongue, tasting their gravity in the solemn chill of morning. Cassie shifts in her sleep, rolling into him, and the room’s suddenly bright with the dawn.
5. “You Set Me Free” Michelle Branch
The first time Sam kisses Dean, they’re in a craphole in Oklahoma and the jerkwad next door’s watching TRL with the volume all the way up to twelve.
Dean’s pissed. No, beyond pissed. Hell, he’s livid, to steal one of Sam’s four dollar words. Goddamn cops getting in the way, not believing them until the spirit had its claws—actual, real claws—hooked in under the sergeant’s breastbone, his blood a Jackson Pollack on the precinct floor. Dean’s hurt, too, but he’s not gonna admit that to Sam.
“Let me see your arm.” Sam reaches out and Dean slaps his hand away. “I’m serious, Dean. Let me patch you up.”
“No. I’m fine.”
Sam shakes his head, gets that look on his face, the pissy look with the laugh underneath, the one that drives Dean crazy. “Why are you so damn stubborn, Dean? It’s stupid.”
“Yeah? You’re stupid.”
“Ass.”
“Bitch.”
But Sam just stands there, looking at him through his bangs until Dean shucks his jacket and offers up his arm. Sam’s hands are cool and strong, feeling out the bone, poking at the edges of his bruises, and Dean lets him rub in some salve and wrap his wrist in gauze. Then Sam pushes his hair out of his eyes and leans down, right in Dean’s face. He looms over him like some kind of freak before he presses his lips very softly to Dean’s, waiting there like a question, until Dean opens his mouth, pulls him down into his lap, says yes.
Song Lyrics
“So This is Love”
So this is love, Mmmmmm
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow, Mmmmmm
And now I know
The key to all heaven is mine
My heart has wings, Mmmmmm
And I can fly
I'll touch ev'ry star in the sky
So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of
Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm
So this is love
“Wildflowers”
The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place
Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow
And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out
I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow
I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free
Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow
“Walk Like an Egyptian”
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shop say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
“Somewhere”
There's a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.
There's a time for us,
Some day a time for us,
Time together with time spare,
Time to learn, time to care,
Some day!
Somewhere.
We'll find a new way of living,
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere . . .
There's a place for us,
A time and place for us.
Hold my hand and we're halfway there.
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow,
Some day,
Somewhere!
“You Set Me Free”
Can't you see?
There's a feeling that's come over me
Close my eyes
You're the only one that leaves me completely breathless
No need to wonder why
Sometimes a gift like this you can't deny
'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free
There's a will
There's a way
Sometimes words just can't explain
This is real
I'm afraid
I guess this time there's just no hiding, fighting
You make me restless
You're in my heart
The only light that shines
there in the dark
'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free
When I was alone
You came around
When I was down
You pulled me through
And there's nothing that
I wouldn't do for you
'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free
5 Songs Dean Will Never Cop to Secretly Loving
1. “So This is Love” Cinderella
“Cinderella is a girl’s movie,” Dean whines.
“I don’t think Sammy’s ready for Star Wars yet, kiddo.”
Dean frowns, but Mom puts Sam on his lap and sits beside them both. She keeps her arm around Dean for the whole movie, and he doesn’t complain again.
Mom goes humming that song all day—while she’s changing Sammy’s diaper and as she’s folding laundry and that evening when she’s frying up chicken in the skillet. Dad comes in for dinner, shaking his head at her, and then she starts singing the song, really singing it, in this clear sweet voice, and Dad catches her round the waist and they go waltzing down the kitchen. Only the space is too small and Mom rocks the table with her hip on a twirl, knocking Sammy’s pyramid of clean bottles rolling . Mom’s laughing and so is Dad, and the chicken almost burns on the stove.
2. “Wildflowers” Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou Harris
Dean’s riding with Dad in the pickup, paring his nails with his knife and wiping demon goo on his shredded jeans with its flat edge. Dad’s pretty banged up; his left arm hangs limply in his lap and a cut on his jaw’s bleeding down his neck in a thin sheet. But he’s smiling as he turns the radio up a little louder. Dean hates the music Dad’s always got going in the pickup—this twangy shit on harmonica overload, and Jesus, can’t a cowboy keep a woman just once—but he knows better than to ever touch that dial.
Dad coughs, says, “Dean,” and Dean wonders why he turned the radio up if he wanted to talk. “I knew one day you’d be faster than your old man on the draw. You saved my life. You did good, son.”
Dean grins, cracking open his split lip again, and Dad grins too, bumps up the music another notch.
3. “Walk Like an Egyptian” The Bangels
“She’s yours, Dean.”
Dean runs his hand over the sun-warmed hood, checks his reflection in the windshield and shakes his head. “No way.”
But Dad tosses him the keys and he’s smiling like Dean’s never seen before. Sam’s behind Dad, leaning against the pickup, and he doesn’t even ask to come along for the ride, just throws him a cassette tape with this earnest look on his face.
Dean slides in the key and he’s so happy it almost hurts when he realizes he doesn’t even have to push back the seat or adjust the mirrors. The steering wheel’s too hot to grip, but he holds on tight anyway and thinks, “You’ve just been waiting for me, haven’t you, baby?” He pulls down the drive, turning over Sam’s cassette in his hands. Sam’s written on the side in Sharpie--Dean’s Classic Rock Mix. It’s all Heart, and the B52s, and the freaking Bangels, but Dean listens to the whole thing, doesn’t come home until it’s played through.
4. “Somewhere” West Side Story
Dean lays quiet and still, one hand flat on her thigh and his face buried in her hair. The sun’s coming up and everything in the room’s just starting to take definite shape in the weak light. Cassie likes to sleep to music. She has a five disc changer on her dresser, and by early morning it’s always cycled over to the same album.
Dean wakes before she does, listening for the final track and matching his breath to hers the way he used to with Sammy when they were kids. He whispers, “I love you,” into her neck, testing the weight of the words on his tongue, tasting their gravity in the solemn chill of morning. Cassie shifts in her sleep, rolling into him, and the room’s suddenly bright with the dawn.
5. “You Set Me Free” Michelle Branch
The first time Sam kisses Dean, they’re in a craphole in Oklahoma and the jerkwad next door’s watching TRL with the volume all the way up to twelve.
Dean’s pissed. No, beyond pissed. Hell, he’s livid, to steal one of Sam’s four dollar words. Goddamn cops getting in the way, not believing them until the spirit had its claws—actual, real claws—hooked in under the sergeant’s breastbone, his blood a Jackson Pollack on the precinct floor. Dean’s hurt, too, but he’s not gonna admit that to Sam.
“Let me see your arm.” Sam reaches out and Dean slaps his hand away. “I’m serious, Dean. Let me patch you up.”
“No. I’m fine.”
Sam shakes his head, gets that look on his face, the pissy look with the laugh underneath, the one that drives Dean crazy. “Why are you so damn stubborn, Dean? It’s stupid.”
“Yeah? You’re stupid.”
“Ass.”
“Bitch.”
But Sam just stands there, looking at him through his bangs until Dean shucks his jacket and offers up his arm. Sam’s hands are cool and strong, feeling out the bone, poking at the edges of his bruises, and Dean lets him rub in some salve and wrap his wrist in gauze. Then Sam pushes his hair out of his eyes and leans down, right in Dean’s face. He looms over him like some kind of freak before he presses his lips very softly to Dean’s, waiting there like a question, until Dean opens his mouth, pulls him down into his lap, says yes.
Song Lyrics
“So This is Love”
So this is love, Mmmmmm
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow, Mmmmmm
And now I know
The key to all heaven is mine
My heart has wings, Mmmmmm
And I can fly
I'll touch ev'ry star in the sky
So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of
Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm
So this is love
“Wildflowers”
The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place
Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow
And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out
I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow
I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free
Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow
“Walk Like an Egyptian”
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shop say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
“Somewhere”
There's a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.
There's a time for us,
Some day a time for us,
Time together with time spare,
Time to learn, time to care,
Some day!
Somewhere.
We'll find a new way of living,
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere . . .
There's a place for us,
A time and place for us.
Hold my hand and we're halfway there.
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow,
Some day,
Somewhere!
“You Set Me Free”
Can't you see?
There's a feeling that's come over me
Close my eyes
You're the only one that leaves me completely breathless
No need to wonder why
Sometimes a gift like this you can't deny
'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free
There's a will
There's a way
Sometimes words just can't explain
This is real
I'm afraid
I guess this time there's just no hiding, fighting
You make me restless
You're in my heart
The only light that shines
there in the dark
'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free
When I was alone
You came around
When I was down
You pulled me through
And there's nothing that
I wouldn't do for you
'Cause I wanted to fly,
so you gave me your wings
And time held its breath so I could see, yeah
And you set me free
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Date: 2007-02-21 02:25 am (UTC)*snuggles them*
:)
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Date: 2007-02-21 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 03:02 am (UTC)That means *more*!
:)
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Date: 2007-02-21 02:46 am (UTC)These are so good, full of your trademark beautiful use of language and imagery. They're all excellent but I particularly liked the first because of the poignancy and the last because, in its subtle and non-graphic way, it's red hot. Lovely work and great choice of music.
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Date: 2007-02-21 04:13 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the wonderful feedback, Kitty. You know that your good opinion of my work always means so much to me.
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Date: 2007-02-21 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 04:14 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2007-02-21 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 04:16 pm (UTC)I do like the five things meme. I think it's such an interesting way to think about writing fanfic. I've started my next piece, though, and it's of, ah, a very different tenor than these other ones (dark and um....evil...sexiness LOL)
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Date: 2007-02-21 05:11 am (UTC)~Diane
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Date: 2007-02-21 04:17 pm (UTC)Glad you like this. :)
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Date: 2007-02-21 09:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 04:17 pm (UTC)Also, your icon is giving me happy fits. LOL
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Date: 2007-02-22 03:01 am (UTC)And this icon makes me happy, too. I have about 60 more pretties sitting on my hard drive that I don't have space to upload, but which are just too pretty to delete.
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Date: 2007-02-21 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 11:36 am (UTC)And even though I'm not crazy about Sam/Dean stuff, I love how you've written that last one. It's very simple and direct, without being mushy or making a huge deal of it; I like that.
*adds to memories*
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Date: 2007-02-22 03:57 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked this. :)
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Date: 2007-02-22 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 11:27 pm (UTC)And you so have to watch this. You really, really do