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20 November 2007 @ 08:31 am
mini_nanowrimo update day 19
Thank you to everyone who's left fb over the past few days. I will be replying to comments as soon as I have the words to spare, but this writing every day thing is exhausting at the same time as it's liberating/frustrating and a whole lot of other 'ing's.

Author: darkhavens
Title: Malleable Somnolence
Fandom: Pairing: Supernatural: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Words: 677
Spoilers: References to Dean's deal
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: He'll have plenty of time to sleep - after.
Notes: Written for mini_wrimo day 19, and for prompt #1 Finger in my Supernatural Big Damn Table.


He can't sleep. Hasn't been able to since Dean admitted to making his stupid goddamn deal with that demon bitch. How's he supposed to sleep when he'll lose everything he has left that matters to him in two hundred and thirty seven days and counting?

Two hundred and thirty seven days, and he's supposed to spend a third of that asleep? Miss seventy nine days - over eleven weeks - of seeing Dean alive? Well screw that. He's got by on very little sleep before - those first few weeks after leaving, when every time he closed his eyes he'd seen some new evil thing wipe his family out while he was too far away to run and save them. He'd got by, surviving on caffeine, refined sugar and sheer determination. He can do it again.

He'll have plenty of time to sleep - after.

A lot of lonely, silent hours were piling up behind that 'after'. He's sure he'll spend a fair few of them asleep, in denial, and dreaming of what he's let slip through his fingers, but for now he'll keep his eyes wide open. Open, and focussed on the man in bed beside him.

He spends hours watching Dean now, just lying on his side, head propped on one hand, elbow planted in the center of his under-used pillow.

He watches Dean sleep. Watches him dream. Watches him breathe, and twitch and live another precious, finite moment.

Watches the tip of Dean's tongue as it slides out and across, painting his lips with a faint sheen of moisture before retreating.

Sam sighs. Okay, so maybe he'll do more than watch. What the hell, he's always been more of a tactile guy anyway.

One finger. Just one. They've been sharing a bed again now for a while, so it's not like he doesn't ever touch Dean while he's sleeping. It's not so different really, touching him with intent instead of the casual nudge and shift of sleeping bodies. That's what he tells himself.

Dean's full lower lip is crying out to be bitten but Sam's been fighting that urge for quite a while now, he's used to resisting temptation. Instead, he traces the curve and bow of that mouth with one solitary finger, a hair's breadth away from actual contact.

It's not enough.

Dean's tongue returns to make another absent, glistening swipe, and bathes lips and fingertip alike in momentary heat and lingering dampness.

Sam's heart almost beats its way bloodily out of his chest when Dean parts his lips and closes them tight around his hovering finger, teeth gentle as his tongue paints intricate patterns up to Sam's first knuckle.

Any vague ideas Sam might have about Dean somehow remaining asleep are blown away when his brother's lashes flutter and lift to reveal pupils already half-blown with arousal.

With one last strong, knee-melting suck on Sam's finger, Dean lets it slip free and rolls to pin Sam to the bed with hips, knees and forearms. He nuzzles his head into the angle of Sam's jaw and neck and pushes his nose into the hollow beneath his ear. And whispers hot and dirty into his skin.

"If I have to fuck you into the middle of next week, you're going to get some sleep tonight."

When Sam opens his mouth to argue, to deny, Dean forestalls him, teeth gripping the prominent tendon in his neck, giving a threatening shake before he licks and lets go.

"You have to get some sleep, Sammy, or you're going to kill us both. I promise I'll still be here when you wake up in the morning."

The heat of Dean's sleep-warmed body seeps into Sam's tense frame, relaxing him by increments too minute to quantify. He trails paradoxical touches from Sam's shoulder to his hip, over and over again - touches erotically charged and yet ultimately soothing, settling Sam's nerves and fears, easing him down into a malleable somnolence.

"I'll still be here, I promise."

Sam clings tightly to the promise, and tighter to Dean. And he sleeps.




mini_nanowrimo running total: 9060 words, in 19 days

 
 
feeling: sleepysleepy
 
cambion_ichor on November 20th, 2007 09:22 am (UTC)
I loved that Sam couldn't sleep at Stanford because he was too afraid that he wouldn't be there to save John and Dean.

And the imagery of Sam running his finger along Dean's lips? Beautiful.

This was great.
Tam 'O Bedlam: dgsamdeanangstpuppy on November 20th, 2007 10:39 am (UTC)
Your words have always moved me hon, no matter what pair of pretty boys you were writing about ;-)
But this, this brought instant tears to my eyes. It hurts so good.

The vivid images, of Dean doing the bite and shake, and the strokes from shoulder to hip that are erotic and yet soothing.
Damn you're good.
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: dj; colour [me]literati on November 20th, 2007 10:44 am (UTC)
*heartclutch*

oh, baby. ♥ ♥ ♥

...but this writing every day thing is exhausting at the same time as it's liberating/frustrating and a whole lot of other 'ing's.

*uber vibes and pettings*

a cool and cryptic inside joke: scarlet divafleshflutter on November 20th, 2007 10:57 am (UTC)
Oh that was really beautiful! Thanks for sharing! :)
Maddersmadders on November 20th, 2007 11:37 am (UTC)
I really just want to hug those boys and make all the bad things go away!

And *hugs* to you while I'm at it!

15 days and counting until I can actually hug you in person too!!!

;o)
katbcollkatbcoll on November 20th, 2007 02:33 pm (UTC)
*breathes*
Oh my god.
Ohhhhhhh.
Dude. DUDE. You totally made me all teary-eyed.

Amazing and beautiful and so heart-breaking.
deanshot: Sexydeanshot on November 20th, 2007 03:07 pm (UTC)
That was just beautiful.
Yeah that's it alright.
Thanks for sharing.
tabaqui: s&dhotelbynatacha92tabaqui on November 20th, 2007 03:08 pm (UTC)
Aw, Sam.
When Sam opens his mouth to argue, to deny, Dean forestalls him, teeth gripping the prominent tendon in his neck, giving a threatening shake before he licks and lets go.

Oh, love that. See? You're tapping right into the Wolfpack sensibility. :)
It's a lid and it's black.: why i'm hotblacklid on November 20th, 2007 04:40 pm (UTC)
Dean's tongue returns to make another absent, glistening swipe, and bathes lips and fingertip alike in momentary heat and lingering dampness.

dfadkfgbiaduf; < ded
bonbonschnecke: Impalabonbonschnecke on November 20th, 2007 07:13 pm (UTC)
Image this one finger on Deans lips.

"Two hundred and thirty seven days, and he's supposed to spend a third of that asleep? Miss seventy nine days - over eleven weeks - of seeing Dean alive?"

I like that line. It is so sad.
~Alice~vinniebatman on November 20th, 2007 08:09 pm (UTC)
Wow, okay, that whole finger thing was very sensual. Or senuous. Always forget which applies to people and which applies to peoples.
Anywho, very erotic, that, while at the same time, heartbreaking.

Very nice.

~Alice~
soxykittysoxykitty on November 21st, 2007 03:06 am (UTC)
Wow that was beautiful! Mmm and this:

When Sam opens his mouth to argue, to deny, Dean forestalls him, teeth gripping the prominent tendon in his neck, giving a threatening shake before he licks and lets go.

Nice. It really struck chord in me.
all boys should be taken from behind by Sam: I wasn't any good at algebra anywayssirryluv on November 21st, 2007 03:12 am (UTC)
Absolutely gorgeous. Lyrical and poignant and the imagery is lovely. I adore this.
it only burns when I breathe: sam&dean_you'reall_kali-samaspikedluv on November 21st, 2007 03:00 pm (UTC)
Oh, man, that was so painfully beautiful.