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laniew1The fifth story in my continuing Jason Dean Winchester series. Read these first or this will make absolutely no sense: A Love Story, Interlude In 5 Parts, Appearances Can Be Deceiving and Invincible
Sam sees things with perfect clarity.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Lex/Dean (Jason), mentions of past Dean (Jason)/Lana
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’ll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
SPOILERS: Up to Season 2 for Supernatural, Season 4 for Smallville.
SUMMARY: It had taken a while but there were some things that Sam could say he just knew without a shadow of a doubt.
Perfect Clarity
It had taken a while but there were some things that Sam could say he just knew without a shadow of a doubt.
Like that Dean was his brother, regardless of who his actual birth mother was and what his name was.
He was still kind of pissed that nobody had thought to tell him.
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Sam was glad that he was Dean’s brother and therefore deemed by Lex as being a non-threat, because it took only about two minutes spent in Lex Luthor’s presence for Sam to know without a shadow of a doubt that Lex was almost psychotically possessive of Dean.
Clark unfortunately didn’t have the luck of shared blood and history and Lex had already issued strongly veiled threats at Clark over the younger man spending more time with Dean then Lex deemed appropriate.
Of course as far as Lex was concerned five minutes was way too much time, never mind the fact that at least Dean was talking to Clark, telling him things that he wouldn’t tell Lex or Sam.
Then they found out, if Clark could be believed, that they didn’t talk. Not all the time anyway and most of the time they were just working in silence.
Sam wanted to be the one that Dean let sit by his feet and not talk to him, at least then he wouldn’t feel like his brother was pulling further and further away from him every second and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Before they knew they didn’t talk Lex and Sam had stood at the window day after day and watched Dean work on the Impala, watched Clark sit there at his feet like an overgrown guard dog and Clark was probably lucky that the only thing Lex had done was have words with him.
Because Lex thought he should be there, and Sam knew that Dean should have been able to talk to him and instead he saved all his not-words for Clark.
Who wasn’t blood, and who wasn’t his lover.
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It took seven minutes for Sam to wonder what the hell Dean had been thinking when he’d been with Lana Lang, it took another two for him to wonder why Lex hadn’t just had her killed.
She’d shown up unannounced one day, coffee in hand and treating Dean and Clark like they were her own personal property and she was being gracious enough to lend them to Lex. Which had riled Sam’s feathers let alone what it had done to Lex’s.
Sam had wondered if he was the only one who knew Lex was plotting murder when instead of finding Dean and Clark working on the Impala they’d instead found them in the kitchen drinking coffee and laughing while Dean told them some story that may or may not have been true.
Sam was pretty sure that it was about him because he’d heard his name twice before they’d even entered the kitchen.
Lana hadn’t got the lecture that Clark had gotten, hadn’t got any strong words. What she’d gotten was a brief look from Lex that pretty much said that any attempt to get back into Dean’s bed would result in her mysteriously vanishing.
She’d never come back but Sam had seen her at the Talon a few times since so he knew she was still alive.
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Dean might call him a special snowflake and make fun of the abilities that he couldn’t control but Sam knew that while he had the freaky psychic dream thing and the intermittent telekinesis thing, Dean had his own freaky thing, though they never talked about it.
He’d thought it a one time only thing when Dean had showed off the EMF meter that he’d built out of an old walkman, and yeah he’d picked on him (that was what brothers did after all) but he’d also idly wondered where Dean had found the drawings for it and kept trying to remember to ask him but never got around to it.
Then Lex had come into their lives and Dean had built some complicated tracker thing out of a radio and an old metal detector from scratch so he could find the bugs that Lex’s guys placed on the Impala on an almost daily basis.
Sam didn’t say anything about it but they both knew it wasn’t normal for Dean to be able to do something like that in under an hour.
It was ironic that the only family member they had in common was their dad so any gifts they had… would have come from John.
Especially considering how their dad had raised them and what he’d raised them to be.
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It took a while but Sam figured out that to Lex, Sam was a human sized chastity belt.
It was partly from fear of Lex that Sam played interference and ruined any attempted hook-ups (which surprisingly enough were few and far between once Lex had come back into Dean’s life as far as Sam could see) because it was one thing for Dean to sleep with everyone that looked at him for longer then 30 seconds when Sam had thought him single, now that Sam knew about Lex…
Dean flirting with other people, men and women alike didn’t change and Sam thought flirting might be one of those things that was hardwired into Dean’s system that he couldn’t turn off. If he didn’t flirt with a pretty girl or an attractive boy it was probably a sign that Sam should probably check him into a hospital and have tests run because he would obviously be dying.
Sam also thought that Dean might still do it because he knew it drove Lex insane. And Dean liked the proof that somebody cared enough about him to make a jealous phone call telling him to keep his pants on or else…
Dean just laughed but Sam always thought he must look like he feared for his life.
Because both of them were smart enough to know that Lex wasn’t threatening Dean; he was threatening Sam for failing to keep Dean under lock and key.
And a prospective hookup that Sam failed to foil… would get him killed.
That the Demon had failed to kill him, but a jealous boyfriend might be enough to end his life seemed highly amusing at the most inopportune times.
Not that Lex had directly threatened his life if Dean strayed, but Sam was smart enough to read between the lines.
Sam wondered if they went back through the towns that they’d visited prior to hitting Smallville that first time if there would be a string of bodies of Dean’s past one-night stands waiting for them.
Lex had been watching them the entire time after all. So he had to have seen the women, and the men that Sam wasn’t supposed to know about back then. And now he wondered if Dean had been so obvious about his pickups because he knew Lex was watching and wouldn’t intervene or if he’d known Lex was watching and had been waiting for him to intervene.
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The first time that they’d met Ellen and Jo, they’d scared the hell out of him and getting out of the Roadhouse had been his utmost priority.
Ellen had a shotgun at his back and Jo had hit Dean and then suddenly Jo was all but crawling onto the counter in front of his brother and Dean was looking at her like she was the most fascinating thing that he’d seen in forever.
And Sam was having vision after vision of Lex torturing him with great delight and he half wished someone would just kill him.
Looking back that was probably about the point when he had the Great Human-Sized Chastity Belt epiphany.
That and the phone call where Lex basically told him that as far as he was concerned Sam served one purpose and one purpose only, to keep Dean’s pants firmly fastened until such time as they returned to the mansion and Lex could be the one to unfasten them, and if he thought he couldn’t handle that small, tiny task to let Lex know because he would find someone who could.
Which to Sam meant that he would drag Dean back to Smallville kicking and screaming and chain him to his bed.
He didn’t tell Dean about that phone call, because Dean would get all mulish and stubborn and mutter about how Lex didn’t own him and then would flirt with every waitress and bartender within a 50 mile radius while bitching on the phone to Clark about Lex and then Lex would have a coronary and have some people killed.
Lex might not physically harm Dean but he could and would kill anyone that tried to take what he’d deemed as his. At least Sam got that impression, god willing they’d never have to test it.
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They were the only ones that didn’t really specialize in one particular brand of monster.
Gordon had his vampires and Liam his werewolves and Steph her water wraiths.
They had their demon, but they hunted everything else that came to their attention and Sam wondered if that made them even bigger freaks in their world of freaks.
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Bobby directed them to the house.
A simple haunting, fifteen year old girl that had been beaten by her father every other day for five years before he finally beat her to death was now going after the fathers that lived in the house now.
They burned the bones and were just doing the double checks that Dean hated.
Making sure that the girl was gone, that the job was complete.
Dean was anxious to get back on the road, had been talking for days and days about feeling like eyes were watching him and there was nothing there.
He had his gun out, just in case, just like Dean.
Steps in a house that was supposed to be empty. Almost silent, click, click, click of heels so their intruder was a female and Sam met Dean’s eyes and there was a whole plan that was laid out in two seconds flat.
A plan that was out the window the second those heels entered the room and stopped at seeing guns pointed directly at her.
“Jason,” a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes and Sam narrowed his because there were only a handful of people that knew that was part of Dean’s name and he’d never met or seen this one.
“You wouldn’t really shoot your mother, would you?”
Sam sees things with perfect clarity.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Lex/Dean (Jason), mentions of past Dean (Jason)/Lana
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’ll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
SPOILERS: Up to Season 2 for Supernatural, Season 4 for Smallville.
SUMMARY: It had taken a while but there were some things that Sam could say he just knew without a shadow of a doubt.
Perfect Clarity
It had taken a while but there were some things that Sam could say he just knew without a shadow of a doubt.
Like that Dean was his brother, regardless of who his actual birth mother was and what his name was.
He was still kind of pissed that nobody had thought to tell him.
Sam was glad that he was Dean’s brother and therefore deemed by Lex as being a non-threat, because it took only about two minutes spent in Lex Luthor’s presence for Sam to know without a shadow of a doubt that Lex was almost psychotically possessive of Dean.
Clark unfortunately didn’t have the luck of shared blood and history and Lex had already issued strongly veiled threats at Clark over the younger man spending more time with Dean then Lex deemed appropriate.
Of course as far as Lex was concerned five minutes was way too much time, never mind the fact that at least Dean was talking to Clark, telling him things that he wouldn’t tell Lex or Sam.
Then they found out, if Clark could be believed, that they didn’t talk. Not all the time anyway and most of the time they were just working in silence.
Sam wanted to be the one that Dean let sit by his feet and not talk to him, at least then he wouldn’t feel like his brother was pulling further and further away from him every second and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Before they knew they didn’t talk Lex and Sam had stood at the window day after day and watched Dean work on the Impala, watched Clark sit there at his feet like an overgrown guard dog and Clark was probably lucky that the only thing Lex had done was have words with him.
Because Lex thought he should be there, and Sam knew that Dean should have been able to talk to him and instead he saved all his not-words for Clark.
Who wasn’t blood, and who wasn’t his lover.
It took seven minutes for Sam to wonder what the hell Dean had been thinking when he’d been with Lana Lang, it took another two for him to wonder why Lex hadn’t just had her killed.
She’d shown up unannounced one day, coffee in hand and treating Dean and Clark like they were her own personal property and she was being gracious enough to lend them to Lex. Which had riled Sam’s feathers let alone what it had done to Lex’s.
Sam had wondered if he was the only one who knew Lex was plotting murder when instead of finding Dean and Clark working on the Impala they’d instead found them in the kitchen drinking coffee and laughing while Dean told them some story that may or may not have been true.
Sam was pretty sure that it was about him because he’d heard his name twice before they’d even entered the kitchen.
Lana hadn’t got the lecture that Clark had gotten, hadn’t got any strong words. What she’d gotten was a brief look from Lex that pretty much said that any attempt to get back into Dean’s bed would result in her mysteriously vanishing.
She’d never come back but Sam had seen her at the Talon a few times since so he knew she was still alive.
Dean might call him a special snowflake and make fun of the abilities that he couldn’t control but Sam knew that while he had the freaky psychic dream thing and the intermittent telekinesis thing, Dean had his own freaky thing, though they never talked about it.
He’d thought it a one time only thing when Dean had showed off the EMF meter that he’d built out of an old walkman, and yeah he’d picked on him (that was what brothers did after all) but he’d also idly wondered where Dean had found the drawings for it and kept trying to remember to ask him but never got around to it.
Then Lex had come into their lives and Dean had built some complicated tracker thing out of a radio and an old metal detector from scratch so he could find the bugs that Lex’s guys placed on the Impala on an almost daily basis.
Sam didn’t say anything about it but they both knew it wasn’t normal for Dean to be able to do something like that in under an hour.
It was ironic that the only family member they had in common was their dad so any gifts they had… would have come from John.
Especially considering how their dad had raised them and what he’d raised them to be.
It took a while but Sam figured out that to Lex, Sam was a human sized chastity belt.
It was partly from fear of Lex that Sam played interference and ruined any attempted hook-ups (which surprisingly enough were few and far between once Lex had come back into Dean’s life as far as Sam could see) because it was one thing for Dean to sleep with everyone that looked at him for longer then 30 seconds when Sam had thought him single, now that Sam knew about Lex…
Dean flirting with other people, men and women alike didn’t change and Sam thought flirting might be one of those things that was hardwired into Dean’s system that he couldn’t turn off. If he didn’t flirt with a pretty girl or an attractive boy it was probably a sign that Sam should probably check him into a hospital and have tests run because he would obviously be dying.
Sam also thought that Dean might still do it because he knew it drove Lex insane. And Dean liked the proof that somebody cared enough about him to make a jealous phone call telling him to keep his pants on or else…
Dean just laughed but Sam always thought he must look like he feared for his life.
Because both of them were smart enough to know that Lex wasn’t threatening Dean; he was threatening Sam for failing to keep Dean under lock and key.
And a prospective hookup that Sam failed to foil… would get him killed.
That the Demon had failed to kill him, but a jealous boyfriend might be enough to end his life seemed highly amusing at the most inopportune times.
Not that Lex had directly threatened his life if Dean strayed, but Sam was smart enough to read between the lines.
Sam wondered if they went back through the towns that they’d visited prior to hitting Smallville that first time if there would be a string of bodies of Dean’s past one-night stands waiting for them.
Lex had been watching them the entire time after all. So he had to have seen the women, and the men that Sam wasn’t supposed to know about back then. And now he wondered if Dean had been so obvious about his pickups because he knew Lex was watching and wouldn’t intervene or if he’d known Lex was watching and had been waiting for him to intervene.
The first time that they’d met Ellen and Jo, they’d scared the hell out of him and getting out of the Roadhouse had been his utmost priority.
Ellen had a shotgun at his back and Jo had hit Dean and then suddenly Jo was all but crawling onto the counter in front of his brother and Dean was looking at her like she was the most fascinating thing that he’d seen in forever.
And Sam was having vision after vision of Lex torturing him with great delight and he half wished someone would just kill him.
Looking back that was probably about the point when he had the Great Human-Sized Chastity Belt epiphany.
That and the phone call where Lex basically told him that as far as he was concerned Sam served one purpose and one purpose only, to keep Dean’s pants firmly fastened until such time as they returned to the mansion and Lex could be the one to unfasten them, and if he thought he couldn’t handle that small, tiny task to let Lex know because he would find someone who could.
Which to Sam meant that he would drag Dean back to Smallville kicking and screaming and chain him to his bed.
He didn’t tell Dean about that phone call, because Dean would get all mulish and stubborn and mutter about how Lex didn’t own him and then would flirt with every waitress and bartender within a 50 mile radius while bitching on the phone to Clark about Lex and then Lex would have a coronary and have some people killed.
Lex might not physically harm Dean but he could and would kill anyone that tried to take what he’d deemed as his. At least Sam got that impression, god willing they’d never have to test it.
They were the only ones that didn’t really specialize in one particular brand of monster.
Gordon had his vampires and Liam his werewolves and Steph her water wraiths.
They had their demon, but they hunted everything else that came to their attention and Sam wondered if that made them even bigger freaks in their world of freaks.
Bobby directed them to the house.
A simple haunting, fifteen year old girl that had been beaten by her father every other day for five years before he finally beat her to death was now going after the fathers that lived in the house now.
They burned the bones and were just doing the double checks that Dean hated.
Making sure that the girl was gone, that the job was complete.
Dean was anxious to get back on the road, had been talking for days and days about feeling like eyes were watching him and there was nothing there.
He had his gun out, just in case, just like Dean.
Steps in a house that was supposed to be empty. Almost silent, click, click, click of heels so their intruder was a female and Sam met Dean’s eyes and there was a whole plan that was laid out in two seconds flat.
A plan that was out the window the second those heels entered the room and stopped at seeing guns pointed directly at her.
“Jason,” a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes and Sam narrowed his because there were only a handful of people that knew that was part of Dean’s name and he’d never met or seen this one.
“You wouldn’t really shoot your mother, would you?”
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Date: 2007-06-11 12:05 pm (UTC)Even if it takes another five or six months, I'll be waiting patiently because I love the merger you've created!
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Date: 2007-06-11 01:45 pm (UTC)So glad to see more of this 'verse :o)
(Now I can't wait for more) *g*
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Date: 2007-07-03 03:27 pm (UTC)Love this series.