dudeimbatman: (save me from the dark)
["When you are in love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams."

-- Dr. Seuss]

He doesn’t sleep much anymore and there are a myriad of reasons why but it’s the nightmares that keep him up even when exhaustion is as perpetual as Sammy’s bitchiness. It’s not that they’re vivid (even though they are) or that they seem real (even though they do); it’s that they were real. He’s not having nightmares of something his brain concocted due to stress or too much alcohol. More accurately he’s having memories of his time in Hell. Memories that are painted in Technicolor—so bright, so jarring and so damn painful he doesn’t want to sleep.

He wakes up with a whimper because screams just egged them on. Her hands are in his hair, fingertips rubbing against the stubble on his jaw while her lips whisper reassurance and love. He lays there for a moment, letting himself adjust, convincing himself this isn’t a trick. It’s not persuasion and it’s not a bribe. She’s here, she’s real and he’s not in Hell anymore. Sometimes he knows right away and sometimes the memories fill his nose with the smell of sulfur, blood and burning flesh. It takes longer on those nights.

He doesn’t sleep much anymore. He’s got books to read, cases to research and a girlfriend to do. On any given night, Dean can find a dozen reasons not to fall asleep. Reality is nice right now and it doesn’t hurt or burn or bleed. It doesn’t ask more than he can ever give; it doesn’t turn him into a monster that he can’t ever come back from. Reality has gentle hands and soft lips, words that give and arms that hold. He’ll take that over his dreams any day.
dudeimbatman: (cute and cuddley side what?)
In regards to this

The fucking door was locked. Of course the fucking door was locked. Dean blew air out his nose and paced in front of the door a moment. He had a chokehold on some white flowers he'd jerked out of the yard next door and he was half certain they were weeds instead of flowers. He kind of wanted to Rhett Butler the whole thing (Yes, he's seen Gone with the Wind. Deal with it) but he was pretty sure if he remembered right it had pissed Scarlett off and chances were good it was going to piss Brooke off too. Instead he went to the Impala and got his lock picks out of the trunk. He carried them back in the house, took a few seconds to pick the lock and opened the door. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him and looked up to Brooke. He figured his chances were about fifty fifty she'd throw his ass out right now.
dudeimbatman: (Default)
Which is why I've been meaning to post these all day and forgot.

[livejournal.com profile] your_realplace is where you'll find all of the I Got Brooked verse rp between Brooke and Dean and Sam. That's the one that mashes One Tree Hill and Supernatural together, keeps some canon from both and blends.

[livejournal.com profile] zeppelinsucks is where you'll find all of the Go Brooke Yourself verse rp between Brooke, Dean, Sam and Matthew. That's the one where Lisa and Ben get switched with Brooke and Matthew.
dudeimbatman: (needs more pie)
[An apple a day keeps the doctor away]

“Dude, pull over. I want some pie,” Dean smacked Sam in the arm with the back of his hand. It was well past midnight but the diner ahead had their lights shining brightly. The sign promised they were open twenty four hours a day.

“Dean, it’s nearly one in the morning. Brooke’s asleep…you don’t need pie,” Sam said, his fingers curling tighter around the steering wheel.

“We’ve been driving for hours. I need friggin’ apple pie,” Dean insisted. He wasn’t two, really.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes because there was no use in arguing with Dean. Particularly over apple pie. “You do remember what happened last time you insisted you needed pie?”

Dean glared at him. “Your bitch ass is staying in the car with Brooke. I’m going in to get the pie.”

“Good. Get me a hot dog with extra onions,” Sam smirked as he pulled the Impala into the parking lot.

Dean muttered under his breath, got out of the car and went inside to get the pie. He came out a few minutes later with two large coffees, two pieces of apple pie and a hot dog with extra onions. He passed out the food and Sam pulled out of the parking lot while Dean shoveled down pie. Once he was done, they’d switch drivers and Sam would eat his hot dog and pie.

“Apple pie good?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Dean answered, his mouth still half full. “You know what they say, Sammy. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
dudeimbatman: (yeah i ought to be punished)
[Ilsa: I can't fight it anymore. I ran away from you once. I can't do it again. Oh, I don't know what's right any longer. You have to think for both of us. For all of us.
Rick: All right, I will. Here's looking at you, kid.
Ilsa: I wish I didn't love you so much.]

She’s asleep in the backseat and Sam’s leaning against the passenger side door. He’s not certain if Sam’s asleep or just listening to his iPod. Normally he’d jerk the ear buds out of Sam’s ears and crank the music up but he doesn’t want to wake Brooke. Instead he punches Sam in the arm and apparently, Sam was sound asleep because he wakes up with a grumble and a bitchy look on his face. He tugs the ear buds out of his own ears.

“What the hell, Dean?”

“I’m fucking this up, aren’t I?”

That gets him a double take from Sam and leaves the kid looking a little like a very confused golden retriever. In order to clarify, Dean jerks his head toward the backseat. Sam glances over at Brooke asleep and then back at Dean. In response, he shrugs.

“She seems pretty happy about things right now.”

“Yeah but you know how this is gonna go,” Dean says with a glance up in the rearview mirror. He’s got it tilted down so that he can see the back seat.

“The only relationship you ever had, you had during the two years we weren’t talking. I have no idea how this is going to go.”

Dean looks out the window, annoyance flickering across his face. It was so friggin’ much easier when Sam just got it and didn’t make him talk through this shit.

“She’s going to get tired of me being gone. She’s going to get tired of me coming home hurt. I don’t do that romance shit. I’m better at cut and run. She wants the whole apple pie life. Picket fence, kids and a dog.” Dean shook his head, jaw tight as he focuses on the road in front of him.

Sam glances back over the backseat and back at Dean. “You could talk to her about it.”

“Tried that.”

That earned him a surprised look. Brows rising up for a moment before his forehead furrowed. He rubs the back of his neck, considering Dean’s words.

“You don’t have to do this, Dean. You can quit and I’ll just…” Sam trails off because he knows he can’t quit. He’s not allowed to and right now, he’s not sure Dean’s allowed to either. Even if he were, Sam can’t do this without Dean and everybody knows it.

Dean looks over at him and rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Sammy. Like I’m really gonna leave you alone in this shit.” His eyes click up to the rearview mirror and back to the road. “I told her what I could do and what I couldn’t then let her make the decision. She picked this one.”

“Maybe it’ll be alright,” Sam points out, settling back into the corner created by the seat and the door.

“Nah. I figure one of these days I’ll show up, pull up to the curb and she’ll meet me at the door to toss my ass out,” Dean responds. There’s just the slightest bit of hush to his voice, a catch to it that hints he believes what he’s saying.

“Well that sucks,” Sam sighs after a minute.

“You’re telling me.”

“Think you could hold off until summer?” Sam asks, the corner of his mouth just tugging up in the slightest bit of a grin.

Dean smirks and raises an eyebrow in question.

“I’m really looking forward to using the pool.”
dudeimbatman: ([Brooke] laugh)
[What were you thinking?]

Brooke is asleep on the bed while Sam and Dean sit up cleaning guns. They came home from a hunt too wired to sleep.

“It’s not that I don’t like her,” Sam whispers to avoid waking the girl in question up. “But what were you thinking?”

Dean shrugs in response and doesn’t look up from his gun.

“Dean, she’s a fashion designer. She packed high heels and dresses. She belongs in Tree Hill, not in some crappy motel room in Kennedy, Texas.”

“She’s doing pretty good out here. She bitches less than you and she lights those candle things that make the room smell less like your feet,” Dean defends the girl he dragged out of Tree Hill.

“I didn’t say she’s not doing alright. I said she doesn’t belong here. She’s going to get hurt, Dean and you know it,” Sam points out as he snaps the gun back together and runs a cloth over the barrel of it.

Dean finishes cleaning his gun, turning Sam’s words over in his head. His lips are pursed as his considers everything his brother said, dwelling in particular over the part where she’s going to get hurt. He’s in this to save people, not condemn them.

“I don’t know why, Sam. I can’t give you an explanation that will satisfy that giant, logical, freakish brain of yours. She was there when I needed her. I-“ he stops short of saying something that Winchesters don’t and then continues. “She’s a hot ass and she wanted to come. Like I was gonna say no?”

Whether she wakes up because she’s heard them or she just wakes up, Dean doesn’t know but she gives him this adorable, pouty, perhaps slightly annoyed look. Her voice is that deep, scratchy, sleep-thick one that drives him crazy.

“Dean Winchester, are you ever gonna come to bed with me or are you gonna sit up with your brother all night long?”

Dean grins at Sam, his eyebrows shooting up as the grin settles over his face. He looks back at Brooke and jumps into the bed, almost bouncing her off. She laughs first but it’s quickly followed by Dean’s laugh. Answers don’t always come in words.
dudeimbatman: (I did your sister)
Because Dean has a couple and I'm not real sure what I'm going to do with them prompt wise.

Canon Obviously this is canon. Strictly canon. Absolutely canon

I screwed up This is one that I'm not entirely sure is going to be active but I've enjoyed writing things for him in it before so I'm going to put it here. Basically Dean screwed up. Sam is evil, Dean is still hunting. It's been a few years since Sam went evil and he can't bring himself to kill his brother so he goes around the country cleaning up Sam's messes as best as he can. He's with Ruby, sort of, here. Sort of as in sometimes she's there and sometimes she's not. Sometimes he stabs her with a butter knife and sometimes she stabs him with fork but sometimes she shaves him and it's almost sweet. Ruby is [livejournal.com profile] ourslutty_yoda

I got Brooked Uhm...well here's the story thus far. When Dean was pulled out of Hell, turns out he was near Tree Hill, North Carolina. He wandered into Tree Hill, chased off the guy beating the hell out of this pretty brunette and had amnesia. Pretty Brunette took him home and a couple of months later Sam showed up, along with Dean's memory. Right now, Brooke is traveling with them but she's not hunting. She's motel waiting. Brooke in both these verses is [livejournal.com profile] giveandforgive

Go Brooke Yourself Remember the episode with Lisa and Ben? Right. Okay well insert Brooke and a little boy named Matthew (who happens to be played by the same kid who plays Jamie. He's cute) Matthew IS Dean's and Dean just found out. Basically the Winchester boys are going to do a home base type thing, place they go between jobs and when things slow down so that Dean can play daddy. Matthew is [livejournal.com profile] dude_imawesome


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