( continues...) glance. “That was a load of bullshit, what she said,” he says, after a moment. “All that crap about Dad, and stuff.”
“Oh, yeah,” says Sam, nodding quickly. “No, I know it was.”
“Good.” Dean squares his shoulders. “Just so we're clear.” He licks his lips, and for a moment Sam thinks maybe he's going to say something else, but he doesn't. Instead he crosses to the little mini bar and swings it open, pulling out a bottle and popping the lid, then tipping back his head to take a series of long, thirsty gulps.
He looks over at Sam through his eyelashes, the corner of his mouth curling up. “I'd offer you a beer, but I'm not sure you're old enough to drink yet, Sammikins.”
“Bite me, Peter Pan,” retorts Sam, and he can feel himself starting to smile.
“But this way Sammy gets to see what a pain in the ass it is, looking after a kid brother,” she says softly, looking right at Dean.
About. fricking. time. Even if Sam doesn't really deserve it, because Dean would not want it any other way and they both know it.
Lovely finish, Fay.
Ohhh, I like the ending as much as the beginning. The middle was wonderful, too.
I'm so glad you're newly preoccupied with SPN, Fay. You bring us such lovely prezzies.
The Trickster/Fairy Godmother/whatever's insight into Dean's wish is just heartbreaking.
Beautifully done, m'dear.
That was really great, Fay. OH DEAN.
woobie woobie woobie
Brilliant, Fay. Was I the only one who saw The Matrix's "Oracle" as the trickster?
For Fay, with special love, part 1 of ?
House/ Entourage fic
Untitled Entourage/ House fic
Summary: What if the guys got really sick while in New York, and Ari Gold demanded the best?
Rating: R, for language
Lisa Cuddy had never really been a morning person, and there was something about Mondays that made her understand why people wrote songs about that particular day's ordeals. But, still, she didn't really understand until much later while she felt a cold thrill of foreboding when her phone rang at 9:37 am.
"Cuddy," she answered, distracted.
"Lisa!" a half-remembered voice trilled.
"This is *Dr*Cuddy," It wasn't that she was hung up on titles; the last person to use her name without her acknowledgement had cheerfully offered to give her a golden shower and after that she was cautious.
"Look, Lisa," the man said, apparently undeterred. "I was wondering if you'd do me a little favor. For auld lang syne, and all that happy crap."
"Old times like our ten-year class reunion, where'd you'd been drinking, shoved your tongue down my throat and spent two hours crying "Please don't tell my wife'. Honestly, Ari, I think I'll pass."
"You took an oath, right?" Gold asked her."Because this is serious medical shit."
"It's fitting you should call on me, Gold. Because I'm an endocrinologist, and you'll never grow up."
"Funny. And I am sorry about that reunion thing, although this is the only time I'll ever say so. But, you and me? We go back further than that...who was the best sophomore Bio tutor in the world and kept a super-agent out of summer school? Lisa Cuddy, that's who. I'm surprised I learned anything, cause, damn, you were hot then, Lisa."
"I'm hotter now, Ari. Hotter and busier. So why don't you tell me what you want,and stop blowing smoke up my butt. you've got me over a barrel because of the oath thing."
"You wouldn't know where I could get one of those for producers would you?"
end of part one.
OMG YOU ARE MADE OF WIN!!!
::flails::
Oh, I'm so glad you think so...
Oh, this all happens while they're shooting "Queens Boulevard". I forgot to put in Spoilers.
