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Fic snippet (Supernatural) for the birthday girl
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innie_darling
So it's pheebs1's 29th birthday, and I promised her, at the very least, a fic snippet. So here it is. I am planning on incorporating it into a larger piece, but I don't know in which direction I want to take this. Suggestions welcomed.

Happy birthday, pheebs!

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When the Fourth of July rolls around, Sam stops talking and Dean swipes two sets of earplugs while he waits for his change and the bag holding the deck of cards he’s buying. They hole up in the motel room early, before dusk, and put in the earplugs, lock themselves into silence. They don’t want to hear the fireworks they can’t bear to watch; they never want to look up again and see something bright and beautiful burning above them.

Dean shuffles the cards, strong fingers quick and easy, light glinting off the hairs scattered across his hands. Slowly, slowly, he widens the distance between his golden hands, no longer just shuffling but defying laws of physics. He looks up at Sam with his card-playing smile, a grin so sincere in its untrustworthiness that it negates its own warning, becomes an irresistible beacon to any man with money in his pocket.

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Aww, thanks!

Part of the reason I'm stuck here is that I know nothing about cards. The only game I know how to play is a bastardized version of rummy. I have vague memories of Egyptian Rat Screw but Dean would never deign to play a game like that. He is in fact far to Wild West for that kind of kiddie game.

But I definitely want to continue this, if only because I think it would be interesting to try to write the boys completely silent (earplugs) and communicating only with their faces and bodies.

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Oh wow, thanks so much hon! I am honoured!!! What do I love about this, aside from everything.

'They never want to look up again and see something bright and beautiful burning above them' - my heart breaks. That the Fourth would be something, negative, for them because of the fireworks. Poor Winchester boys.

And 'a grin so sincere in its untrustworthiness that it negates its own warning' - the oxymoron (?) of this sentence just works to well, it is so Dean. I can't wait to see where you go with this. Especially if it's no dialogue, action only. I think poker, Texas Hold Em is definitely the sort of game Dean would play but I'm no expert myself.

Thanks so much. *hugs*. For the beta too!

Oh, you're more than welcome.

How was your big day?

Oh good thanks! Cocktails and dinner, all nice! Moving yesterday was a tad more stressful but I'm all in now..

>>They don’t want to hear the fireworks they can’t bear to watch; they never want to look up again and see something bright and beautiful burning above them. >>

omg. That makes such painful sense.

>>a grin so sincere in its untrustworthiness that it negates its own warning, becomes an irresistible beacon>>

I seriously love that.

I seriously love you. Thanks for picking out lines!

Hello! I was just cruising through and had to stop to comment. I love your descriptions. They're so vivid that I can actually see what you wrote in my mind. Beautiful.

Wow, thank you so much! Feel free to cruise all over!

Mmmm...the thought of Dean's card-playing smile gives me very, very happy thoughts indeed. But how sad that they can't enjoy fireworks anymore, poor boys. Very nice little scene.

I'm just stopping by to say hi. Hi! I hope you don't mind if I friend you. :)

Hi! Not at all, and I'm friending you back.

I know, poor babies, shut out of national holidays. But that smile, YES, makes everything seem better.

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