whitereflection: (winchesters wide open skies)

Sunday morning,
just past 6
or 7
road dust on your shoes
creeping up your
pant legs
and you smell
like you've been rolling in a bonfire.
Some days
you think you sweat
charcoal lighter fluid.

(There's always salt on your
Some days
you think when you snap your fingers
you'll spark fire
At least then
you won't have to
carry all that with you anymore.)

Cleaning your tools of the trade
the plowshares
you both beat back into
gravel grinds
beneath your feet
as your stance shifts with the motions
(Your stance was steady
last night--
mountain wide, redwood tall,
you've grown up
solid as you
dreamed you'd be.)

Hum a song
you know he hates.
He whistles while he works
(some ancient tune you can't stand)
rebuilding guns
like Jenga puzzles
(take out the
but they don't fall down)
You're a discordant harmony.

Funny how it sounds
just fine
to you.

The world slams shut
hollow metal whomp
but everything you orbit is still
right here
He stands next to you;  you're taller
but he always plants himself as your
Shoulder pressed to shoulder
hip to hip
There's the bump of knees;
there's the kick of his boot
against yours.
You kick him back.

Sunrise spreads flames
across the sky
like wildfire
It's dawn, and you smell like


Apr. 15th, 2011 12:23 am
whitereflection: (winchesters bobby funeral)


The last time they did a hunt in D.C.,
they visited The Wall
because it was Memorial Day
and they were thinking about their father
though neither of them said so out loud.
They stood in front of the monument,
flat and black and reflecting their faces
as if they were looking into a lake at midnight,
and Sam reached out to brush his fingers
over the cool gabbro stone.
"There's names on mine, too,"
he said. "Everyone's names.
They're all there."
Nearby, a tour group chattered about
mindless things as
Dean reached out and grabbed Sam's wrist.
They stared at each other silently;
Dean didn't say
Don't scratch, Sam
and Sam didn't say
I won't, Dean, I won't
but the words were there anyway.
A few feet away, a middle-aged woman
held a sheet of paper up to the surface of the Wall,
rubbed it with a crayon
until she had a name to carry away with her.
Sam let his hand drop to his side, but
Dean didn't let go of his wrist;
he held on,
held on.


Apr. 10th, 2011 11:38 pm
whitereflection: (supernatural impala interstatehighway)
Freedom hangs like heaven; gen, Sam & Dean, pg-13, ~1700 words
I want the show to end like this. Exactly like this. Seriously. This expresses everything I wish for for the boys. ♥


Apr. 7th, 2011 03:48 pm
whitereflection: (winchesters my life in your hands)

your hands on my skin:
no bandages or stitches
could heal me so well


Apr. 5th, 2011 02:36 am
whitereflection: (winchesters digging in the dirt)
cemetery, silent.

shovel thunks
dirt thuds
wood cracks like dry bone
wind shrieks
shotgun blasts
salt hisses like sandy rain
match snaps
flame whumps
fire pops like cheap fireworks
voices murmur
footsteps fade
night quiets like they were never there.
whitereflection: (winchesters exit (from behind))
Tangled? Awesome♥ Friend Kelly asked to borrow my 1st season SPN DVDs. Even more awesome. Which makes how I'm so stupidly melancholy today even more incomprehensible >_< Ffffffffff, I still haven't gotten around to buying the DVDs of Totoro or Whispers of the Heart. Why do I never remember this until I need them most?

Guild finally got heroic Chimaeron down. Finally, finally, finally.



pale moon shimmers on
a black metal pond:
wherever we drive
our midnight sky is with us


Apr. 2nd, 2011 02:47 am
whitereflection: (supernatural impala highways)
Title: Go
Characters/Rating: Dean, Sam, G

over interstate stretched gunshot-straight
to the horizon
a flat grey graze wound
through the flesh of some midwestern state
your brother called and said, I'm sorry
I'm sorry
can I come home?
trigger-pull firing you, and you
with a stomach twisted into
cloverleafs and roundabouts
until the road ends at his highway-bend smile
a slow curve into will you forgive me
Engage safety, unload
you drove his home to him
you drove home to him
The guns are locked away and the engines that roared
are cooled and silent
not even pinging
Now, at last, you can
whitereflection: (supernatural impala journey & destinatio)
Anywhere Road by [livejournal.com profile] paxlux, Sam/Dean, R, 39,295 words

Epic. Seriously. Was allowed to see bit by bit as this was written, and I have been itching with wanting to rec it the whole time. Love this so freaking *much*. A brilliant AU in which the world is the same, but all the people we know--Sam, Dean, their father and mother, Bobby, his wife, even Jess, have definitely ended up on roads less traveled. Still raised nomadic, in this the family business is being car thieves. I love the world in this, but even more, I freaking adore how she weaves together the histories and life stories for all involved, managing to be excellent AU versions of themselves, but at the same time very much mirroring canon. It's fascinating and so detailed, and I loved seeing each time something came up that connected to and echoed the show. The characters in this really shine, the dialog sharp and filled with excellent banter and snark, and Sam and Dean are freaking perfect. And it's freaking perfect in crafting their Epic Love Story.

It draws inspiration from Kerouac's On The Road, and I really love how I get the feel of that novel in this story. And it's like reading a movie, so cinematic at times, and man, I just love how it all made me feel to read, up to and including the ending. ♥
whitereflection: (winchesters bicker bicker bicker)
Figures. Two whole rumbles of thunder and one flash of lightning about 6pm, and then it all passed us by, no rain. But it's managed to leave me with an absolutely fabulous pressure-change headache. And that stupid Blind Melon song in my head. Fucksticks.

ell oh ell )

Finally started playing Wynnchester again, got her to 81. Getting over that weird mental block I had about ret paladin rotation/prioritization, at least for the moment. Got cranky when looking at the Elitist Jerks guide about retadins, because they could mention hit and expertise cap, but it's obviously beneath them to use the five extra words to actually *say what those are*. Because obviously people who don't know already shouldn't be looking at their guides, right. All hail Google.

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