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FIC: And No One Sings Me Lullabies
Jun. 4th, 2011 08:01 pmStory Title: And No One Sings Me Lullabies
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language. Underage drinking and drug use (sort of). De-aged!Dean and Soulless!Sam (that seems to merit some warning all on its own, yes?). It might also be kind of disgusting, as in AWWW, not EW; or maybe a little of both, depending on your perspective.
Timeline/Spoilers: Takes place at some vague point in early S6.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not for profit. Title from the song Echoes by Pink Floyd.
Word Count: ~4,382
Summary: Sam has his eyes narrowed on the pool tables like he's thinking of dissecting them, and Dean's head doesn't even clear the bar-top. He wants a goddamn beer.
A/N: WIPs and overdue challenge-fics are giving me the hairy eyeball, I know. I'm working through my writing funk with baby steps. Actually didn't rewrite this one fifty times before posting, so there's that.
Written for this prompt at the 5th Dean-focused h/c comment-fic meme at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hoodie_time. Unbetaed. It's maybe less traumatizing than it should be, but I'm bad at angst.
( He's in another rundown bar somewhere between the Children Of The Cornfields of Nebraska and there's-no-place-like-home-thank-fuck-for-that Kansas. )
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language. Underage drinking and drug use (sort of). De-aged!Dean and Soulless!Sam (that seems to merit some warning all on its own, yes?). It might also be kind of disgusting, as in AWWW, not EW; or maybe a little of both, depending on your perspective.
Timeline/Spoilers: Takes place at some vague point in early S6.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not for profit. Title from the song Echoes by Pink Floyd.
Word Count: ~4,382
Summary: Sam has his eyes narrowed on the pool tables like he's thinking of dissecting them, and Dean's head doesn't even clear the bar-top. He wants a goddamn beer.
A/N: WIPs and overdue challenge-fics are giving me the hairy eyeball, I know. I'm working through my writing funk with baby steps. Actually didn't rewrite this one fifty times before posting, so there's that.
Written for this prompt at the 5th Dean-focused h/c comment-fic meme at
hoodie_time. Unbetaed. It's maybe less traumatizing than it should be, but I'm bad at angst.( He's in another rundown bar somewhere between the Children Of The Cornfields of Nebraska and there's-no-place-like-home-thank-fuck-for-that Kansas. )
