I can't say how much I love this, it's such a perfect fit for these two verses to cross paths that I'm surprised that there's not tons of them already
And Sam says, "The second rule of Fight Club is—" He sees the exact moment Dean's hand tightens to a fist, and Dean relaxes it barely a second later, but Sam breaks off. He grins, and it's demented. It's not happy or real. "Hit me," he says, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Anticipating. "Come on. Come on, hit me."
Dean does.
I adore the transaction from dark grey, to pitch black, *evil smile* the amount of pent up emotion and pain in that bit made me hold my breath while reading it (and then I read it again)
*sends you chocolate* tank you for writhing some of the best bit of fanfic I've ever read :)
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Date: 2006-11-08 10:22 pm (UTC)And Sam says, "The second rule of Fight Club is—" He sees the exact moment Dean's hand tightens to a fist, and Dean relaxes it barely a second later, but Sam breaks off. He grins, and it's demented. It's not happy or real. "Hit me," he says, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Anticipating. "Come on. Come on, hit me."
Dean does.
I adore the transaction from dark grey, to pitch black, *evil smile* the amount of pent up emotion and pain in that bit made me hold my breath while reading it (and then I read it again)
*sends you chocolate* tank you for writhing some of the best bit of fanfic I've ever read :)