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SPN fic rec
Jul. 12th, 2007 05:54 pmY'all who know me know I'm a die-hard Sam/Dean gal. But oh, man, you need to go read In Nomine Patris, by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fleshflutter.
It's Dean/Bobby--but before you go 'ohmyGOD, can't go there!', hear me out.
It is utterly fantastic. Dean is so incredibly fucked up, and Bobby is wonderful, just wonderful, wanting to help him. To fix him, and all the Winchesters.
Teaser:
"Maybe you're right but it'll have to wait for tonight. Your dad wants you out the back, wants to see you shooting while the light's still good."
There's no tone of dire warning in Bobby's voice, this isn't news that should make Dean's shoulders slump like that. He tries to catch a better look at Dean's face as Dean turns away.
"Hey, don't look like that about it! He's not planning on using you as target practice."
He wants a smile from Dean and it says something that he has to try, Dean's one of the easiest-going kids he knows. He gets a weak imitation of a smile and it's like he's taken a swig from the flask of holy water instead of the whiskey one. So he reaches out and lays a hand on Dean's shoulder. He almost expects Dean to jerk away and he's relieved when he doesn't.
"What's the problem, Dean?"
He feels a flutter go through Dean's body and he's struck by just how fragile the boy suddenly seems. All that training, the weapons practice and the long years of taking care of himself before he even hit double-figures, and Dean's still just a short kid with a pout right now.
"I screwed up yesterday," says Dean. "Dad said I wasn't trying but I was. I just… I wasn't quick enough and… so Dad says I have to keep practicing until he can be sure it won't happen again. He's still mad at me. 'Cos I screwed up."
One of these days Bobby's policy of non-interference is gonna get trampled on in his rush to knock John's head against the wall a few times. Sam, young as he is, shows enough sense not to take it to heart when he doesn't match up to John's crazy standards. Dean though… Bobby worries about Dean.
"You can only do your best, Dean. Your dad knows that. That's all he's asking for."
Dean looks up at him and there's a second, just a second as his eyes fix on Bobby, wide and shining, that Bobby feels a prickle of disquiet. And then Dean's mouth settles in a reluctant, wary smile and that's enough to make Bobby rest a little easier.
Now, go read, and be sure to leave feedback for the author. She deserves LOTS of kudos for this.
fleshflutter.It's Dean/Bobby--but before you go 'ohmyGOD, can't go there!', hear me out.
It is utterly fantastic. Dean is so incredibly fucked up, and Bobby is wonderful, just wonderful, wanting to help him. To fix him, and all the Winchesters.
Teaser:
"Maybe you're right but it'll have to wait for tonight. Your dad wants you out the back, wants to see you shooting while the light's still good."
There's no tone of dire warning in Bobby's voice, this isn't news that should make Dean's shoulders slump like that. He tries to catch a better look at Dean's face as Dean turns away.
"Hey, don't look like that about it! He's not planning on using you as target practice."
He wants a smile from Dean and it says something that he has to try, Dean's one of the easiest-going kids he knows. He gets a weak imitation of a smile and it's like he's taken a swig from the flask of holy water instead of the whiskey one. So he reaches out and lays a hand on Dean's shoulder. He almost expects Dean to jerk away and he's relieved when he doesn't.
"What's the problem, Dean?"
He feels a flutter go through Dean's body and he's struck by just how fragile the boy suddenly seems. All that training, the weapons practice and the long years of taking care of himself before he even hit double-figures, and Dean's still just a short kid with a pout right now.
"I screwed up yesterday," says Dean. "Dad said I wasn't trying but I was. I just… I wasn't quick enough and… so Dad says I have to keep practicing until he can be sure it won't happen again. He's still mad at me. 'Cos I screwed up."
One of these days Bobby's policy of non-interference is gonna get trampled on in his rush to knock John's head against the wall a few times. Sam, young as he is, shows enough sense not to take it to heart when he doesn't match up to John's crazy standards. Dean though… Bobby worries about Dean.
"You can only do your best, Dean. Your dad knows that. That's all he's asking for."
Dean looks up at him and there's a second, just a second as his eyes fix on Bobby, wide and shining, that Bobby feels a prickle of disquiet. And then Dean's mouth settles in a reluctant, wary smile and that's enough to make Bobby rest a little easier.
Now, go read, and be sure to leave feedback for the author. She deserves LOTS of kudos for this.
