gwenknight: (bubbles)
2009-05-02 08:13 pm

Movin In, Settlin Down

Okay, so I'm hearing so much about this new Dreamwidth bizznezz, I decided to buy a house here. Not that I at all know what I'm doing yet, but that's nothing new, so. Learn as you go, yes?

I neeeeeeeed to find out how to do headers and sidebars and such so I can decorate, though. Hmmmm.
gwenknight: (Fandom Rocks 4)
2009-03-05 06:54 pm

Pimping Fandom Rocks........Vote now!!

Fandom Rocks is ready to get Campaign 5 underway!! 

First thing on the agenda is deciding which two charitable organizations will be our beneficiaries and we need your help!!   The poll is up now on our website and we'd love for all of you to go there and cast your vote.  The two charities which garner the most votes will become the designated charities for Campaign 5.

Many "Supernatural" fans have requested that we raise funds for The American Cancer Society in memory of Kim Manners and we'd love to be able to do this.  But, in order for that to happen, it will need to be one of the top two vote-getters.  So, if this is your desire, go to the website and make your voice heard. 

 If you do not see a charity you want to support, nominate them! Make sure you research them first, of course. We only ask that they be 501(c)3 organizations or the equivalent for an international charity.

Voting ends on March 14, 2009, so hurry and help make a difference!
gwenknight: (motionwave21)
2009-02-05 08:34 pm


Thanks to my flist, I am now the proud owner of the Merlin eps and I'm completely lost.  Sigh.  So many pretty fandom boys, so little time. What I really needed was another fandom.   I do love this show, though and would not have even known about it except for the fic and vids I ran across.  Just like SPN, I came to the show through fandom. 

I've always adored the world of Camelot and this show is fun.  I love Anthony Head in anything.  And, the Merlin/Arthur relationship here has a Methos/Duncan vibe that makes me happy, so it's all good. 

On another subject, I am sick of snow, already.  Lucky for me, the Groundhog nearest me didn't see his shadow, so maybe this white crap will disappear soon and we'll have spring. 

Racing starts again this week!!!!    I'll still root for Junior, but I may just have lost my heart to Tony Stewart in his latest incarnation.

YAY for Leverage getting renewed!!   I love everyone on that show except for they whiny blonde.    And, who knew Aldis Hodge was hilarious?  Christian Kane is way hot, and Timothy Hutton is his always awesome self.  I'm so glad they got another season.

Just was channel surfing, waiting for SPN, and landed on Smallville.  And, immediately was reminded why I stopped watching this show when I saw vapid Lana attempting to emote all over my screen.  I thought they killed her off!  Ahhh, Rosenbaum, I miss you so. 

Wow, a ton of ya'll have signed up for Big Bang, and I bow at your feet, the lot of you.  I can't even comprehend taking on that many words, and with a deadline, yet.  I'd panic myself to death.  As it is, I am chomping at the bit to read all the brilliance.

Okay, off to watch SPN and strive to not be depressed as my boys struggle to find their way to each other again.  Kripke, I do still have faith.  Just, you know, hurry the fuck up!
gwenknight: (lorgi20)
2009-01-31 09:38 pm

Yet Another Resolution to Post More

Just a quick note to welcome new friends and say hello to constant friends.  And, yes......points to post title......I shall definitely post more, as I have firmly decided to pay more attention to my lj and less to cleaning house and working and such.  Sounds like  a plan.

Random stuff............

I'm still sorting out my thoughts on this week's SPN and so as not to spoil anyone, I'll just say nothing until I decide.  I just couldn't get on board with that Vinnie Barbarino dude. 

Racing starts up again in a week, YES!   I've missed it so.

We're supposed to get snow again on Monday.  And, working in a hospital, you don't get to take snow days.  They just send the rescue squad out to pick up employees.  That's just UnAmerican if you ask me, but whatever.   I can't wait for Groundhog Day.

I got a whole handful of gift cards to the bookstore for my birthday, so YAY.    My friends know me too well. :)  I shall go and spend hours in my favorite place.

I did get to see MBV and man, Jensen Ackles in 3D?   That's all kinds of awesome.  I loved him in TIH, I loved him in MBV.  The big screen loves him.  And, only a couple of weeks until the Padalecki on big screen too!   My heart may not take it. 

Anyone know where I can download Merlin eps?   I don't want to wait until mid-summer or whenever it is that they'll air in the US, because the fics and vids are driving me batty.  I've a feeling that fandom might swallow me whole, but I'm willing.

I'm reading Watchmen.  Again.  I. Cannot. Wait.

I've got to figure out the whole 'tag' thing on LJ, plus I want sidebar animations!!

Outta here.....there's cold beer beckoning.
gwenknight: (sgflutegirl25)
2009-01-24 07:53 pm

(no subject)

Title:  “Until It Sleeps”  Part 2/2

Author:  gwenknight

Pairing:  Sam/Dean

Rating:  NC17

Disclaimer:  Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Eric Kripke, WB, and various and sundry lawyers, agents, yada, yada.  I only wish they were mine.  No harm, no profit.

Warnings:  Angst, h/c, slash, wincest and, most especially:




Summary:  Dean’s back from Hell, but not all the way.  It’s up to Sam to close that gap.



Part 2/2 )


















gwenknight: (sgflutegirl25)
2009-01-24 07:40 pm

(no subject)

Title:  “Until It Sleeps”

Author:  gwenknight

Pairing:  Sam/Dean

Rating:  NC17

Disclaimer:  Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Eric Kripke, WB, and various and sundry lawyers, agents, yada, yada.  I only wish they were mine.  No harm, no profit.

Warnings:  Angst, h/c, slash, wincest and, most especially:




Summary:  Dean’s back from Hell, but not all the way.  It’s up to Sam to close that gap.

Part 1/2 )
gwenknight: (lorgi20)
2008-09-07 12:51 am

"And You Can Tell Everybody" 4/4

Title:  “And You Can Tell Everybody”   Part 4/4

Author: Gwenknight

Pairing:  Jensen/Jared

Other characters:  Christian Kane, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling

Rating:  NC17

Disclaimer:  Total fiction, no money made, no harm intended

Notes:   Written for the J2AU “Summer Song Challenge”

Prompt/Song:  “Your Song” by Elton John

Author’s Notes:  I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time

I heard this song and I’ve loved it ever since. 



Part Four )
gwenknight: (lorgi20)
2008-09-07 12:47 am

"And You Can Tell Everybody" 3/4

Title:  “And You Can Tell Everybody”  3/4

Author: Gwenknight

Pairing:  Jensen/Jared

Other characters:  Christian Kane, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling

Rating:  NC17

Disclaimer:  Total fiction, no money made, no harm intended

Notes:   Written for the J2AU “Summer Song Challenge”

Prompt/Song:  “Your Song” by Elton John

Author’s Notes:  I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time

I heard this song and I’ve loved it ever since. 



gwenknight: (lorgi20)
2008-09-07 12:42 am

"And You Can Tell Everybody" 2/4

Title:  “And You Can Tell Everybody”     (Part 2/4)

Author: Gwenknight

Pairing:  Jensen/Jared

Other characters:  Christian Kane, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling

Rating:  NC17

Disclaimer:  Total fiction, no money made, no harm intended

Notes:   Written for the J2AU “Summer Song Challenge”

Prompt/Song:  “Your Song” by Elton John

Author’s Notes:  I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time

I heard this song and I’ve loved it ever since. 

Part Two )
gwenknight: (lorgi20)
2008-09-07 12:38 am

"And You Can Tell Everybody" 1/4

Title:  “And You Can Tell Everybody”  (Part 1/4)

Author: Gwenknight

Pairing:  Jensen/Jared

Other characters:  Christian Kane, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling

Rating:  NC17

Disclaimer:  Total fiction, no money made, no harm intended

Notes:   Written for the J2AU “Summer Song Challenge”

Prompt/Song:  “Your Song” by Elton John

Author’s Notes:  I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time

I heard this song and I’ve loved it ever since. 



Part One )
gwenknight: (chaosgraphicskiss)
2008-08-08 10:18 pm


Title:  “Hide You Away”

Author:  Gwenknight

Pairing:  Sam/Dean

Rating:  Wincest.   A Hard R by my parameters, but maybe NC-17 by yours

Disclaimer:  Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Kripke and WB.  I mean no harm and make no money. 

Summary:  Dean’s year is slipping away and Sam’s freaking out.  A Smoky Mountain sunrise helps them sort it out.

Author’s notes:  This is about the magical place where I live.  This place and a love like Sam and Dean’s could, I believe, destroy whatever demons might be after you.   Big thanks to Kerry for beta duty.

Here’s the river and the sunrise that Sam is seeing.

Hide You Away


Sam yawns and blinks his eyes to chase the sleep away, stretches his arms to get rid of the kinks in his back that are an inescapable result of a night spent in the back seat of the Impala.  He’s slept there so many times in his life.  As a kid, safe and secure, curled up on the warm leather interior, watching the stars glide by out the back window while his dad drove the endless highways and Dean rode shotgun, humming quietly under his breath.  Then as a teenager, sullen and resentful more often than not, just wishing for an end to the ceaseless traveling….*running*….from one place to the next, his long legs cramped in the confines of the back seat.  Dad still driving and Dean still humming and Sam feeling so out of place.

Now, things are different and the same.  They still drive the same highways, under the same stars, hunting the same things.  Only Dad’s gone and it’s Dean driving and Sam riding shotgun and humming under his breath.  And now Sam knows it’s the only place he wants to be.

Right now, they’re high up in the Smokies.  Not the tallest mountains they’ve ever been in by a long shot, but maybe the greenest.   Ancient and steeped in lore.  Home of the Cherokee, before Andrew Jackson and the good old U.S. of A. decided they’d be better off penned up on a reservation hundreds of miles from their home.  Only, a few of the bravest and more stubborn had decided to forego the hike to Oklahoma and so hid off up in these mountains, becoming the ancestors of the Cherokee who live here now.  Dean had liked that story.  Said he’d have done the same thing, that it would have been the Winchester Way.

It had been the spirit of one of those renegade Cherokee that had brought Sam and Dean to this place.  Apparently, the dead warrior hadn’t taken kindly to having a casino on his ancestral lands at the foot of the mountains and had been causing a lot of problems for a lot of tourists, not to mention the casino bosses. Under the circumstances, Sam couldn’t blame him.  But, sympathetic or no, spirits are spirits and the Winchesters are hunters.  Only one way that was going to end.

After the salt and burn, they’d opted to leave the reservation in the middle of the night as soon as the hunt was done.  But, once they’d left the flats and driven up along the Blue Ridge Parkway into the mountains, exhaustion had won out and Dean had found a place to pull off the road, parking back amongst the trees, the low rumble of the Impala shockingly loud in the quiet of the forest.

They had slept in the car, under old blankets that smelled like gun oil and places they’d been.  Sam thinks they smelled like his dad, but he knows that’s probably all in his head.

He looks around for Dean, forcing down the panic that is his immediate reaction now if his brother gets out of sight, and sees that he hasn’t gone far.  Leaning back against the cool metal of the car hood, watching Dean, Sam wishes he had a camera.  One of the expensive ones with the techno lenses that can pick up all the tiny details.  Like the way the sun is trying to find its way through the trees to chase away the dark, slowly bringing morning to the woods around them.  It’ll be a while before it’s bright and sunny here and that’s okay with Sam.  He doesn’t do well with bright and sunny nowadays, anyway.  The light is subtle, timid fingers of white sneaking through the mist, easing the forest into daytime.  It slides across Dean’s hair, making the tips look almost blonde. 

He’s standing out in the middle of the shallow river, on one of the many smooth, flat rocks that are scattered from one bank to the other.  He’s barefoot and the frayed hem of his jeans is soaked.  He’s got his hands on his hips, his back arched and his face lifted to the weak rays of the sun.  Just standing there, breathing it all in like he’s making a memory.

Sighing, Sam reaches into the car, rummaging around in his backpack. Grabbing his toothbrush and the cinnamon toothpaste that Dean insists on buying because the mint kind makes him gag, Sam makes his way to the bank of the river, shivering a little as the cold, wet grass tickles his toes.  Tries not to slip on the moss-covered stones at the edge of the water as he squats down to rinse his face and brush his teeth in the crystal clear, frigid water.  Running wet hands through his hair to try and tame it a little, he backs away from the water and settles down on the damp ground, breathing in the cool morning air with its biting chill, its whisper of leaves, its rich earthy smell, its feeling of timelessness.

Sam’s struck by the stillness.  Everything so hushed, except for the gurgling sound the water makes as it runs over and around the rocks.  Movement high in the sky above him catches Sam’s eye and he watches as a lone hawk circles slowly through a break in the canopy of leaves to settle in the treetops.   This seems a world away from the shit that they deal with in their lives.  No demons waiting to kill them or wanting to make Sam their new Evil Head Honcho.  No hellhounds on their trail, salivating after Dean’s soul.

Sam thinks if he’s very still and listens really hard, he can hear the echoes of those who took shelter here in years past.  The renegades who had hidden out in these mountains, breaking away from the rest of the world in order to hold onto what they’d loved, what they were.  He can feel their reverence for the land.  There’s nothing to destroy here.  This is a place of peace.  A place where time has no meaning.  Where a year seems like just a word and not a death sentence.  This is a place of living. 

 Sam wants to keep Dean here, wants to hide him away. 

The still is broken by the sound of a splash and a yell from the river and then Dean’s calling his name, evidently having been quiet as long as Dean ever can. 

“Hey, Sammy!  Check this out!”  Squatting down on the rock with the sleeves of his flannel shirt rolled up, Dean plunges his hands into the river for a minute before almost losing his balance and taking a header into the water.  Barely escaping an icy bath, he jerks his hands outs, shaking the water off and then wiping them on his jeans.  “Son of a bitch!  I almost had him!”

 “Yeah?”  Sam’s almost afraid to ask.  “What are you after?”

“Breakfast!”  Hands on his hips and a wide grin on his face, Dean looks relaxed and happy and nothing like the devil is after him and Sam wants that camera really bad right now.

He draws his knees up and rests his forearms on them, settles in for the show.

Dean’s trying to catch a fish with his bare hands, like he’s the Last Freaking Mohican or something.  He’s elbow deep in the water again, balanced precariously on the rocks.  He’s splashing around and laughing and cussing a blue streak which, of course, is chasing all the fish away and Sam’s pretty sure they’ll be eating breakfast at the first Waffle House they come to when they leave here and get back down to the highway.

After a few minutes of futile hunting and gathering, Dean makes his way cautiously across the slick, moss-covered rocks to the river’s edge.  Sam watches him move, slender and athletic and young and alive and so goddamned beautiful.  Sam feels something give way deep down inside him and ducks his head, blinking furiously.  He refuses to cry.  He’s cried enough for a lifetime and it’s done him no good.  Dean’s still running out of time.

He waits as Dean makes his way across the grass to step between Sam’s legs.  Dean drops to his knees.  His voice is a little hoarse and raspy from the lack of morning caffeine and he breathes the words against Sam’s mouth.

“Stop thinking, Sam.”

Sam whimpers, he tries really hard not to, but he can’t help it.  Just like he can’t help the way his hand catches Dean on the back of his neck, pulling him in, holding him too tight and kissing him with a fierce, desperate need until Dean breaks the kiss, hushing him with soothing whispers.  Sam jerks a little when Dean runs icy, damp fingers underneath the hem of Sam’s t-shirt, coaxing him to lie back, following him down.

“Shhh….sorry, sorry……shhhh, baby, don’t.”  Dean warms his hand against Sam’s skin, sliding his fingertips across his chest.

“Don’t let them in here, Sammy.”  His hand is solid and strong against the beat of Sam’s heart.  He bends his head, his breath soft against Sam’s ear.  “They don’t belong here.”   Sam trembles when Dean kisses the pulse at the base of his throat.  “This is just you and me.”

Dean kisses him, long and slow and easy, until he feels almost drugged, like he could lay here underneath his brother’s solid, reassuring weight for one year or a thousand years.  Early morning toothpaste kisses like they’ve shared a hundred times before, when hell wasn’t beating down their door, when forever stretched out in front of them like a promise.  Dean’s hands are warming against Sam’s skin, sliding over his chest, down his sides, and Sam relaxes under his touch.  Opens his mouth and lets Dean’s tongue tangle lazily with his.  Feels the fear bleed away because right here and right now he’s got Dean, safe and alive and his.  Dean’s right, Hell can’t have this.

He tightens his arms around Dean, swallows the quiet moan Dean makes when Sam shifts his hips.  He arches his neck as Dean licks a long stripe down his throat.  Sucks in a breath when Dean’s fingertips slide down his belly to the button on his jeans.

The silent still of the woods is broken only by the rustling of their clothing, the quickening of their breath, the whispers that grow more urgent, full of want and need and love.  Jeans half off, shirts rucked up, they move against each other.  Dean’s teeth graze Sam’s collarbone just on the right side of too hard and Sam arches up into him.  Dean holds Sam’s hips still and presses him into the damp ground, pushing until Sam wraps a hand around both their cocks and finds the rhythm they need, the one that makes Dean fuck up into Sam’s hand and bite down hard on Sam’s shoulder when he comes.  The one that leaves Sam gasping for breath for long minutes after they ease apart, his muscles trembling, his hands shaking.

He lies on the damp ground, half-dressed, his legs tangled up with Dean’s, his chest stinging from the rub of Dean’s five o’clock shadow, Dean’s hand resting low on his belly.  The sun is breaking through the trees now and Sam knows they need to get going before the nearby road gets busy with tourists.

Here in this place, in this mountain fortress that has stood just like this, lush and peaceful, infinite and undisturbed, for thousands of years, Sam is hopeful.  These mountains once worked to save men who were lost and seemingly hopeless, their place in the world being stripped away from them.  Those men had lived; their descendents had lived, despite the odds.

And, yeah, maybe the enemies of Sam and Dean are darker and more powerful than Andrew Jackson and the US Government.  But, then Sam and Dean aren’t your ordinary renegades, either.

They’ll come up with something, some way to beat this.   It’s the Winchester Way.





gwenknight: (Default)
2008-08-02 05:07 pm


All you SPN fannish type people need to run like hell over to the FR auction and get your bid in on some of this most excellent stuff!   All kinds of goodies are included in the first batch of items that are up now, such aaaaaas:


This is serious SPN collecting!!!     Plus, you'll be helping out two very worthy worthwhile charities!

Run!  Hurry!  Scoot!
gwenknight: (Default)
2008-07-30 08:43 pm

Only one more day until the Fandom Rocks Auction!!!!

I am so, so, so excited about the FR auction because there is going to be so many stupendous, unbelievable, incredible, ginormously impressive SPN items up for grabs that it will blow you away!!!!      Seriously, you won't believe the goodies we have, so you'll just have to check out the auction beginning August 1, cause if you don't, you'll kick your own butt and be wallowing in regret for months.  MONTHS, I tell you!!

You can see some sneak peeks at

In other news, NASCAR has just lost me this season.  I might watch again when Kyle Bush retires.

Month-end at work, so yuck.   

So much SPN fic bookmarked to read that I'll never, ever get caught up.  I need to just rent a cabin up in the mountains, tell *no one* where I'm at, and shut myself away with snacks and beverages and my laptop full of bookmarked goodness and stay till I'm all ficced out.   Yes.

Course, if I don't take time off from reading, I'll never finish the half-dozen fics of my own that are languishing in a folder somewhere. 

Saw the S3 gag reel today.  Those boys have way, way too much fun. 
gwenknight: (chaosgraphicskiss)
2008-05-26 05:39 pm
Entry tags:

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Summary: Dean thinks that's when Sam started with the kissing. Looking back, Dean can see how he'd been the victim of Sam's sneaky ways. He knows that people think he's the con-man of the family when it's really Sam all the way.

DISCLAIMER: This is fiction, silly rabbit

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written as a companion piece for this one: Jackhammer Love
But, they'll both stand alone.

Movie Star Kisses

Dean’s kissed a lot of people in his life. A lot of people. The first he remembers is his mom, one day when he was in the kitchen helping her bake a cake for his dad’s birthday. She’d given him the frosting spoon to lick and he’d kissed her on the cheek, getting chocolate on her face. She’d laughed, that high, giggly laugh that had always made Dean feel like there was nothing wrong in the whole wide world. Or, at least in his whole wide world and, back then, there hadn't been.

He’d kissed his dad, too, all the time. Well, before the fire, anyway. Back when he’d come home from work and swing Dean way up in the air, really high, and ask all about his day or when he’d let Dean share the easy chair with him and watch TV. Although, Dad usually did the kissing then, cause no matter how much Dean tried to stay awake and have big-guy time, he’d generally fall asleep halfway during the game. Barely awake, he’d feel his Dad settle him up against him, cover him with the afghan that hung over the back of the chair, and kiss him on the top of the head. Dean almost always had good dreams after that.

Course, that had been before. When it had been only Mom and Dad and Dean and Sammy. Before the demon had slithered into their lives and took his mother away and turned his Dad into someone who didn’t cuddle and kiss. Someone who spent his time with his sons teaching them about monsters instead of watching football games.

But, then had come school and that opened up a whole new frontier as far as kissing was concerned. Dean found out that he could kiss his grade school teachers on the cheek and smile up at them and generally get away with a lot of shit that might normally have landed him in detention. Same thing went for the cafeteria ladies when he wanted extra milk, or the lady in the apartment next door when he knew she'd been baking brownies. He'd kissed girls in high school to get....well, what high schools boys live for.

Once he'd hit the road to hunt full time, kissing was just another weapon. He'd kissed librarians to get help with research, sheriff's secretaries for information, waitresses for extra pie. Lonely-looking girls in random bars who looked like maybe they needed the same things out of a long night that he did and no more. Tall, shaggy-haired college boys who absolutely had not reminded him of Sam.

Dean had made sure, always, that the kissee got as much out of the process as the kisser. Always.

Which was why he had been a legend in 47 states long before he and Sam had crossed The Line That Must Not Be Named.

So, once Dean had gotten over the whole "HOLY CRAP, I'M KISSING MY BROTHER!" part of it and, really, that hadn't taken anywhere near as long as he'd imagined, he'd figured he was bringing a hell of a lot to the table, what with his expertise and all. Sam might have gone off to college and everything and, seriously, he'd scored with Jess, but still. Dean had skills that he'd figured were far beyond Sam's imagination or pornish dreams.

He'd been wrong. Not that he'll ever, ever admit that to Sam in the light of day but. Jesus. If Dean were one of those girly, emo kind of guys, he'd probably be writing songs or poems or some shit like that about Sam's kissing abilities.

Back when they'd first started, he and Sam......back when they'd stopped fighting what they'd wanted longer than they both could remember and had stopped trying to force themselves to think normal when they lived in the fucked-up Winchester world that could never be normal.....well, Dean had gone at it like he did everything else, with a boatload of enthusiasm and not much finesse. And, at first, that had been the exact right way, because, once they'd let go of all the Thou-Shalt-Nots and decided that being SamandDean was so much more than okay, there had been a hell of a lot of sexual tension that had to have somewhere to go.

So, yeah, it had been hot and heavy for a while. Frantic and sweaty with noses bumping and knees gouging all the wrong spaces and sometimes only managing to get half-naked and backseat-car sex in the middle of random fields or up-against-the-wall sex when they'd barely taken time to get inside the room and shut the door and some days coming so many times Dean had seriously thought he might die from it.

It had taken a good long while to take the edge off, until they'd realized that this, what they had, wasn't going anywhere. Until Dean had stopped looking at women and stopped using sex as a diversion or a tool. Until Sam had stopped thinking there was anything else he wanted, and had decided that this version of his picket fence dream fit the bill exactly.

Dean thinks that's when Sam started with the kissing. Looking back, Dean can see how he'd been the victim of Sam's sneaky ways. He knows that people think he's the con-man of the family when it's really Sam all the way. Sam with his shy smile and big, brown eyes and aw-shucks attitude. He's a shark. You don't see him coming till you're screwed six ways to Sunday. And, Dean had clearly been the victim of Sharky McSharkster.

Sam had started out slow with the kissing shenanigans. Dean remembers how Sam would corner him sometimes in the bathroom while he was shaving. Crowd him up against the sink and put his ginormous hands on Dean's face and hold him still while he kissed him and kissed him and kissed him till Dean was dizzy and not breathing very well and then he'd just smile and walk the fuck out, leaving Dean clutching the porcelain like a drowning man.

Or, they'd be sitting at a red light, late at night on their way out of town. Everything night-quiet and still, and Sam would just lean over and kiss Dean for long, long minutes, like they were the only two people in the world, like there wasn't a light about to turn green, or a sun waiting to rise, until Dean's hands would slide off the wheel and the Impala would sputter and cough and Sam would back up just far enough to whisper "Light's green" against Dean's mouth before settling back into the passenger seat and closing his eyes. Dean would have to sit there, sometimes through another red light, trying to remember which freaking way he'd been going to turn.

One time, he'd even ambushed Dean in a goddamned cemetery!! Yeah, sure, it had been touch-and-go there with the Spook Of The Night. Nasty zombie that just would not lay the fuck down and hold still for the salt and burn and Dean had come pretty close to losing that one. To a fucking zombie no less but, hey, everyone has their off days, right? Anyway. He totally hadn't been scared so it hadn't been at all necessary for Sam to back him up against that tree and kiss him with so much tongue and sighs and whatnot, until he couldn't think about zombies or graveyards or anything except the feel of Sam's mouth on his. The heat of his body, huge and solid and strong and right the fuck there and not going anywhere, never going anywhere, a silent promise to always be on Dean's side against the crazy-assed zombies of the world.

After that, it seemed like Sam just took it for granted that he could maneuver Dean into marathon make-out sessions whenever he damned well pleased. Which, was fairly often. And, of course, it was just a hop and a skip from making out on the couch or in the car or in a field or wherever struck Sam's fancy to actual *cuddling*. In bed.

Christ. Dean Winchester. A cuddler. If this ever gets out, Dean will have to move to outer Mongolia.

But, he's taking Sammy with him if he does. Because, this right here? This, having Sam all wrapped up around him, all huge and warm and lazy and boneless and fucked-out?

Yeah, he'll take it.

Dean's a smart man. He knows it's not about the kissing at all. It's because it's Sam.

Sam with his sleepy eyes and stupid hair and impossible dreams. Sam, who can pin Dean down and hold him there and see all the way inside until Dean just fucking gives it up. Whatever Sam wants, whatever he needs, Dean's going to give it to him. Sam, with his hands that can hold Dean together when he's bleeding. Hands that can shoot straight and cut clean and, on a good day, behead a vampire with a length of rusty wire. Hands that can soothe and calm and bring Dean back from whatever particular hell he's dealing with.

It's Sam who, despite having highly questionable taste in music and a strange penchant for cuddling, is the strongest man Dean knows.

It's Sam who loves Dean beyond what's probably good for him and makes Dean believe, even after everything they've seen in their crazy, fucked-up lives, in impossibilities and happily-ever-afters.

Dean thinks he's probably found his happily-ever-after, right here. He never thought it would involve cuddling. But, he'd always known it would involve Sam.
gwenknight: (chaosgraphicskiss)
2008-05-25 12:46 am
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Summary: He eats too fast and drinks too hard and drives like the devil himself is on his tail. Which, yeah, sometimes he is. But, as hard as Dean fights and drinks and hunts? He loves even harder than that.

DISCLAIMER: All fiction, all the time
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first fic posted in SPN fandom, although it has owned my soul for a long time now.

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gwenknight: (cat)
2008-05-03 11:41 pm

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OMFG!!   Kyle Bush is *such* an asshole!    I hope he gets his ass handed to him before he gets out of Richmond tonight.

And, the announcers can just kiss his butt all they want to, it's not helping.  People are just sick of his shit.  When in the hell is NASCAR going to put an end to this jerkoff's act?
gwenknight: (nightingaledies)
2008-04-08 12:35 pm
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aimless ramblings

I so love that it's getting summertime---sunny and almost 80 degrees today, and that makes my world a happy place.

Signed up for WinCon, YAY.  I haven't been to a Con in aaaaages and since this one is writercentric, I'm all kinds of excited to be
able to talk to all the great fic writers whose work consumes the bulk of my day sometimes, much to the exasperation of my boss. 

Plus, since this is a writercon, then that will spur me on to actually write again.  It's been aaaaages for that, also, except for a few random NASCAR fics.  Other than that it's been since HL and Sentinel days, geez. 

Obsession of the moment is SPN, it has taken me over.  Completely.  And, the trouble with SPN is that there are literally a gazillion stories and I've read till I'm cross-eyed and probably haven't even made a dent.  So, you know how it is, you read and read instead of write and write, cause it's addictive, reading about Sam and Dean and SamandDean.  Which can affect you in two different ways.

Firstly?   You spend a lot of time wading through dreck.  Cause, in any fandom there's just going to inevitably be a hell of a lot of dreck.  So, on your fic hunt, you start a lot of stories that don't take long to make your eyes start bleeding and your mind go numb until you can manage to click off and continue your hunt.  By that time, you can't write cause....well, your eyes are bleeding and your mind is numb.

The flip side of that is that you manage to find those shiny, golden fics that just abound in SPN, cause of all the amazing writers that have apparently fallen under the spell of Sam and Dean and SamandDean, and you just sit mesmerized and read for hours and hours until you reach the end that you never wanted to come cause you could just read that good stuff for days longer.  By that time, you can't write cause you're so freaking intimidated that there's just no use cause you're afraid you'll fall into the dreck category yourself.

Hmmppff.   Damn you, SPN ficcers.

But, I shall persevere and vow to work on that fic today.    Just as soon as I finish reading that one SamandDean........
gwenknight: (jj friction)
2008-03-08 02:42 pm

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It's snowing hard, but that just means I get to sit at home and watch the race without feeling guilty about errands that are just gonna be there tomorrow, anyway.

Kyle Bush just needs to go away. Yeesh.

Junior's looking hot, all stubby-like.

And....randomly......I may be the only person on the planet who's never watched an Indiana Jones movie. They just never appealed, you know? Anyway. So, my kids think I can't risk letting another day go by without that particular experience, so I've promised that this would be an Indiana Jones viewing weeked. Last night, I got all settled in to watch and, I meant to, I really did, but my SPN DVDs were also sitting within reach, so.

I can't help it, I'm seriously addicted to my SamandDean.
gwenknight: (buds)
2008-03-06 06:17 pm

workin for a living

Work sucks. Except, you know, if you can play on the interwebs while you work. So, I found a quiz.

bedroom toys
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Must work more now. Until something else shiny comes along to grab my attention.
gwenknight: (Default)
2007-11-04 12:05 am

miscellaneous musings

So, yes.   See, I knew I"d be talked into doing this lj thing and be all gung-ho and then abandon it.  At least, I knew that coming in so, hey, that's something, right?

Really, I did mean well.  But, I'd forgotten the fact that fandom is this huge-ass, sucking, thing that's like quicksand or whatever.  I've been out of it so long and thought, hey, yes, I can just dabble, right?  I'd just visit once in a while, read a little fic, and dash back out till the urge hit me again. 

How the hell was I to know that Supernatural Fandom was an all-consuming, eat-up-your-life, take no prisoners, living, breathing, evil thing????  I'd never even seen the freaking show, didn't have a clue!  So, I'm navigating lj and see some of my all-time favorite fic authors writing these brothers doing the nasty and I'm, like, ewwww?    Even though, slash is just the best thing ever in all the world...still....brothers?

But, like I said....if these most wonderful writers are doing the brothers, I'm evidently missing something.  So, I read.  And, read.  And read.  And, then read some fucking more.  For days.  For weeks and weeks.  Till my eyes are puddles of red in my face, sleep is a thing of the past, I don't  even venture out to get the mail anymore.  Well, except for the SPN DVDs I ordered, cause.  Yes.

And, course, there's the NASCAR slash which I've gotta do more of, cause, pretty boys with tons of horsepower=goodness.

And, cause of SPN, I've discovered the gorgeous that is Christian Kane and then that not only is his smoke-and-sex voice good for tempting Angel and Spike, but the *music*, and I'm all kinds of hooked.

So.  I give up, I'm waving my white flag, I cannot resist.  I succumb to the suckage of Fandom.   Now, I just gotta, you know, figure out all this lj posting-type stuff.