Fannish Dreams

Introducing Alec

2009-10-14T07:45:07Z

Today I got a copy of the Dark Angel script Designate This which is Alec's introduction.

Here's what it says:

Dark-haired and handsome, he has the bearing of a loyal X5 soldier, but there's a twinkle in his eye that hints of the independent mind lurking beneath. He's the spitting image of her brother Ben, though we'll come to know him as ALEC.

There are some slight script differences.

Once it's established that they aren't going to have sex, he sits on the bed and in the episode says, "Listen, I've got an hour to kill before I head back to the barracks. Why don't you wake me up at 0100?"

In the script he says, "Listen, I need to kill an hour before I go back to the barracks. (off her look) So the brass thinks we did our duty and "got busy".

This is interesting because it goes along with Joshua repeating this remark in several episodes, "Max and Logan getting busy?"

Later, when Max comes up from her tunnel and finds Alec in the cell, he says he didn't send up the alarm. She says, what do you want? In the episode he goes straight into "I'm not looking for trouble". In the script it goes like this:

Max: What do you want?

He looks her up and down

Max: Don't go there.

Alec: You're going to give me your daily dose of vitamins to trade.

Max: Deal

Then it continues on as usual from there.

The last piece, I think is different - have to check the DVD on this one, but in the script Alec actively helps a bunch of X8's escape. They're about to be shot down, he takes out the guard, yells for them to run, then picks up the gun and uses it to mow down a bunch of the guards who are after them.

That's very significant, since later, he pretends that he wants no part of helping the little ones regroup and escape.

Does anyone have any other season two scripts? I have this and Berrisford Agenda but I'd love to get my hands on more!

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Fic: Blood and Roses (NC-17 Slashey & Het) 1 /1

2009-10-03T09:25:02Z

Title: Blood and Roses
Author: jdsampson
Rating: NC-17.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Characters/Pairing: Various.
Warnings: Torture. Kink Het & Slash (no pink panties)
Beta: zenamydog and winchesterxgirl
Disclaimer: I claim insanity, and that's it.
Summary: Dean is screwed -- literally

Dean couldn't take much more and that thought sickened him. He was better than this. Stronger than this. . . or he had been, at one time. But it wasn't so easy anymore. He simply didn't have the strength to endure like he used to. Physically, mentally, emotionally -- three years of fighting a losing battle had taken it out of him. A drop here, a slice there, cuts that went deeper than flesh. The apocalypse and the angels and Lucifer, and . . . .Sam. It was all sandpaper on skin, wearing down the carefully built up calloused layers until the nerve endings were frayed and exposed.

He convulsed involuntarily when the leather belt came down on his bruised inner thigh. As if the pain of the hit wasn't enough, the convulsion had consequences of its own. His wrists, rubbed raw by hours of tugging at the ropes that bound him to the table, began to bleed. And the arching of his back had caused whatever she had shoved up inside of him to go deeper still.

That feeling was worse than the stinging pain in his thigh. He could take a beating. Close your eyes and go to the "happy place" where it's warm and serene and there's beer in your belly. It was a technique he had perfected over the years, frustrating many a captor by his numb acceptance of whatever physical pain they inflicted.

But this, what she was doing to him, there was no way to zone out. No way to ignore the uncomfortable fullness in his groin, a fullness that was rapidly becoming intense pain thanks to a series of metal rings designed to keep his cock twisted at an unnatural angle.

"You're not fading on me, are you, Dean?" She loomed over him, green eyes and scarlet lips. She kissed him on his gagged mouth and he could smell roses beneath the stench of his own sweat and blood. "We have such a long, long way to go." Eyes never leaving his, she reached down and took hold of him. Fingernails bit into swollen flesh and he bit down on the roll of leather jammed between his teeth. "Breathe, baby. Breathe."

Then her hand moved lower and he wondered how she could possibly reach so far without breaking eye contact. His legs were bound open, hips permanently lifted thanks to a soft hump in the table. There was no doubt that it had been built for this very purpose, to keep the victim secure while giving the torturer access.

Easy access.

She gripped the object that was filling him up and tugged slightly, teasing the ring of muscle with the idea of freedom.

He moaned then cursed himself for doing so.

"You like that, huh? I'll bet you do. But it's not enough, is it? You're used to something bigger, longer. . . thicker. . . aren't you?"

He closed his eyes and she slapped his face.

"That's not allowed. You look at me when I'm speaking to you. Do you understand?"

Dean nodded. There were bigger battles. Save your strength.

She leaned in closer, scarlet lips to his ear. "Remember the last time, Dean? In Oklahoma. The bar in that university town."

How did. . . . ? He twisted on the table. Tugged at the ropes around his wrists. Only pain could wash away the feelings she wanted him to feel.

"Tall, all gangly arms and legs. Shaggy brown hair that kept slipping into his eyes. Why did you pick that one, Dean? Remind you of someone you know?"

He tugged harder and felt the rope slipping in his blood. His heart was pounding, breaths coming ragged and quick through his nose like a horse after a race as he tossed head his from side-to-side.

Think about something else. Anything else. Just don't go there. Don't.

She grabbed him by the chin and shoved back until the cords of his neck were stretched like fine violin strings. "There is no avoiding, Dean. You go where I tell you to go. You do what I tell you to do. And I want you to think about him. Think about how it felt when he was bent over your back, that long, thick cock of his, buried balls deep in your ass. Can you hear yourself, Dean? Begging him for more. Harder. Deeper. Rougher."

And that's what she did to him, matching the strokes to the words. Harder. Deeper. Rougher.

How was that possible? How could she be both here and there at the same time?

Another sound rose up in his throat but this one was more of whimper than a moan. She knew his secret and it excited him and embarrassed him all at the same time.

If she would just free his cock. If he could just come and be over this.

But she wouldn't, he knew that. Not over anytime soon, she had promised and he believed.

Like the warm wet blood sliding down his arm, warm wet tears began to slide down his face.

"That's my boy," she crooned in his ear. "That's where I want you. All opened up and vulnerable. You can't hide from me, Dean. You can't hide from yourself." She released her hold on his chin allowing his head to come back to a natural angle. Her hand slipped beneath his head and fingers found the buckle on the gag. "Do you even know his name, Dean? That tall, lanky, college student who fucked you so exquisitely in Oklahoma?"

She pulled the gag loose and he took the opportunity to work the tension from his jaw muscles before she decided to shove something bigger in there.

"Didn't matter, did it? That you didn't know his name. You had a name for him, didn't you, Dean? What did you call him?"

Dean swallowed hard, pretended it was about bringing moisture to his dry mouth but she knew the truth -- knew he was stalling.

The belt came down hard but not on his thigh this time. This time she laid the leather across his bound and swollen cock.

"Sammy!" It was an answer and an oath.

"Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery."

Her voice came from further away. Not by his ear but down by his feet. He lifted his head to gaze down the length of his own body and saw her releasing the locking mechanism on the cock rings.

"Please." The word came out on a moan and even he wasn't sure if he was asking her to continue or to stop.

She did both. She unhooked the top two rings that had kept him twisted and bent but left the one between the root and his balls. Not over yet. Not by a long shot.

"That young man in Oklahoma, did he do this to you?" She wrapped her scarlet lips around the withered flesh and it was warm but refreshing which didn't really make sense. . . did it?

Dean let his head drop back, relaxed, so he could savor the moment. Free of the gag, he was able to take in a long, clean breath and with that even the fullness in his ass wasn't so bad. Pretty good, actually.

She sucked harder.

Really good, actually.

Another breath and instead of roses he smelled spicy cologne. An all too familiar scent that often filled the confines of the Impala when it was too cold or rainy to open the windows.

Dean lifted his head and stared down at the bobbing brown-haired head. On the upstroke, he saw a swish of bangs fall into dark eyes. Not her eyes.

"Sammy? No. Don't.. . . we can't. . . "

The head ducked down for another stroke and when it came back up it was her again, all mischievous eyes and scarlet lips.

It flooded him. The painful welts on his thigh, the ache of over stimulation, the raw abrasions from fighting the rope and the loss of power, the loss of choice. She could manipulate him all she wanted and there wasn't a damn thing he could do but take it.

"You think about him all the time, don't you, Dean." She started to fuck him, every stroke ripping him open a tiny bit more. "You dream about him and you convince yourself that it's that boy in Oklahoma, or the one in Michigan who sucked you off in the ancient history section of the college library. College town after college town, searching for every tall, lanky pretty boy who reminds you of the one you really want. The one you can't have. The one you can't fuck. Sammy, Dean. Your brother."

The last buckle came undone and the ring fell away as she pulled the object free of him. With nothing to hold him back, Dean exploded across his own belly. It was a long time coming and horrendously painful and when it was done, instead of relief he felt nothing but empty and alone.

When Castiel entered the room, Dean's bonds were gone, his wounds bandaged and his naked body was under the cover of a freshly laundered sheet.

"He's asleep," she said. "Guess I wore him out."

Castiel stepped closer to the bed and peered down into the face of an angel.

"May I ask you something," she asked.

"You may."

"Why me? Why this form? Why didn't you have me appear as his brother? It's obvious that it's what he wants."

"It's not what he wants." Castiel circled the bed then stoop down so his face was only inches from Dean's. "What he wants. What he needs, is this. To be punished, to be made to feel like . . . . " He searched for the colloquial term. "A naughty boy. That's what excites him. If he ever really had a chance to be with his brother, I doubt he'd go through with it." Finally he tore his gaze from Dean and looked at her. "Go now. I'll tell you when to come back."

"To do what?"

"What ever Dean wants." He waited for her to leave the room then he gently stroked his fingers down the side of Dean's relaxed face. "Welcome to paradise, Dean. You earned it."

The End

Vampire Diaries - the slash just writes itself

2009-09-18T22:39:57Z

Sam, Dean, Damon, Stefan - there's an orgy in there somewhere.

Unexpected Find on old VHS tape

2009-07-30T04:17:40Z

A couple of weeks ago I happened to check Craigslist and saw a local woman was giving away a box of old VHS tapes she'd used to tape TV shows. (I rarely look at the freebie section so it was funny that I even saw it.) So I tell my husband to pick them up -- he flakes. I just knew I needed those tapes so I went.

It's taken me two weeks but I finally sat down to go through the tapes and the second one I put in has Days of Our Lives and who walks on screen -- Jensen! What are the chances. It was a great scene with him and Sami helping their mom choose a wedding dress, so it was one of those montages where they over act and make faces at her dress after dress. Jensen is so good at that. On one dress he's sleeping and Sami slaps him awake. Another time he and she are playing patty cake -- great stuff.

Sadly, I think this is the only tape from that era in the box. There are other DOOL episodes but they're much older. But how funny is that, huh?

Monday (ish) Meme - Platonic Pairings

2009-06-30T08:19:48Z

Grabbed from the_other_sandy

List 10 platonic relationships on TV/Movies that you enjoy.

Rules:

1. They interact in canon, preferably in a significant (apply your own interpretation of such) way.
2. They are not related. They can, however, view each other as surrogate family.
3. Neither has confessed or implied romantic love for the other in canon.
4. They have not dated, been married, had sex, or made out in canon, on purpose, and of their own free will.
5. A popular fanon ship is ok (though preferably not your ship) but a canon pairing you wish were just friends is out.
6. Try to avoid using the same character or series twice.

Rule #2 is a killer. Many of my favorite platonic relationships are between characters who are brothers. Anyway, in no particular order:

1. Face and Murdock (A-Team) These two are so supportive of each other, with Face being one of the few people to buy into Murdock's crazy shtick. There's no question that Murdock covers his real problems with his crazy routines, Face knows it and lets him have that. Even to the point of being careful not to step on Murdock's invisible dog! Later in the series, they become even closer and when Face gets shot in that restaurant and Murdock has to save him. . . . the best!

2. Peter and Kermit (Kung Fu - The Legend Continues) -- this is an interesting one because these two really shouldn't work together as well as they do. Kermit's a computer geek, who may just be a CIA assassin in hiding. Peter is a shoot now, ask questions later cop and together, they're fabulous. Peter really looks up to Kermit once he gets past the green glasses and I think Kermit has a true soft spot for Peter, maybe seeing himself as a surogate dad to take Blasidell's place when he passes on. Loved these two.

3. Starsky and Hutch - nuff said.

Hmm...no brothers, huh? Tough.

4. Sheppard and McKay (Stargate Atlantis), yes I know that was on Sandy's list, but they're a great team, so I have to list them, too!

5. Dr. Smith and Will (Lost in Space) Not the traditional fannish pairing, but there's something about those two that I just adore!

6. LT. Stone and Detective Keller (Streets of San Francisco) Here's the father / son dynamic at its best. Keller is learning the ropes for sure, but Stone is someone he can count on and there's a genuine respect and affection that comes through week after week.

7. Apollo and Starbuck (Battlestar the original) Complete opposites and yet they would lay it all on the line to save the other and they did, time after time.

8. ??

Can't think of more . . . I'll come back to it if I think of something

SPN FIC: Dumped

2009-06-09T09:30:13Z

Drabble based on a photo at the SPN Writer's Lounge

Title: Dumped
Author: JDSampson
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Not mine, wish they were.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Sam and Dean (not slash)
Summary: Sometimes Dean just doesn't understand people.

Please Do Not Throw Anything or Anybody into the Fish Pond

"Can't people read?" Dean's voice was raspy and gravely and it came from deep down in his chest where a cold had already set in. "I mean, look at it, Sam. There's a sign. Plain as day. A sign, Sam and people, they just don't give a damn, so busy with their own issues and problems. . "

"Dean."

"No respect. That's what it is. People have no respect for anything or. . . anybody anymore. Respect, Sam. Dad taught us that right from the start. Respect for your elders. Respect for women and for weapons and. . . " Dean ripped the sign out of the mud then swung it like a bat at the nearest tree. The old wood splintered and a chunk of the sign flew back and just missed his head. "Useless, fricking sign! If people--" The words faded into a wheeze and then Dean started coughing.

"We need to go," Sam said softly as he reached out with intentions of touching his brother's heaving shoulder.

Dean whirled before the hand got there and smacked it away. "No. I'm not leaving her like that."

This time Sam completed the move but instead of a touch he grabbed hold of Dean's upper arm. "You can't mess with it. It's a crime scene."

"It?" Dean turned back and there was a look of disgust on his face that was right now plainly aimed at Sam. "Still thinking like a lawyer," and he said lawyer as if he were talking about some putrid fungus. "Bet you would have defended the guy, too. Even scumbags deserve a fair trial, right? Try thinking like her father, or her brother."

Sam let go. "We'll call the police. Tell them where to find her."

"I'm not leaving her like that!" Dean struggled to contain another coughing fit but it got the best of him. Still he waded into the pond, carefully avoiding the fat koi fish with every step. The slimy water soaked his jeans to the knees then it drenched the sleeves of his over-shirt when he dipped his arms into the pond.

Dean scooped the little girl's body out of the water, then held her tight to his chest as he made his way back across the width of the pond. He was coughing again by the time he reached dry land, coughing so hard that his face was red and tears were rolling down his cheeks.

Or maybe it wasn't the coughing that had triggered the tears.

Dean went down to his knees then slipped sideways to sitting. Slowly he opened his arms so the child rolled away from his chest. With a gentleness that few people had ever witnessed, Dean stroked the strands of wet and mucky hair from the girl's face. He plucked a dead leaf away from her eye then wiped away the brown slime at the corner of her mouth. Dean shifted the body so he could slide his hand underneath straightening out the back of her summer dress. Then he worked on the front of the dress, brushing away dirt, smoothing the wrinkles, making sure the hem went all the way down to her knees like it was supposed to.

"There was a sign, Sammy. Why didn't he read the sign?"

She wasn't one of theirs and somehow, knowing that, only made it worse.

The End

Brother Finale Hugs

2009-05-16T07:31:40Z

I didn't get it on Supernatural, but I got it on Numb3rs - Don and Charlie -- oh man, oh man.

Alex O'Loughlin Attacked by Flying Fangirl

2009-04-29T17:04:40Z

I laughed so hard when I read this bit with Alex O'Loughlin in TVGuide, particularly his answer on how he handled the girl. LOL.

TVGuide.com: Well, nearly a year later, not a week goes by that I don't get a Moonlight fan asking not if but when it is coming back.

O'Loughlin: [Laughs] You know, the other day I was in Pittsburgh shooting [the CBS pilot Three Rivers], when this girl comes running up to me. Before I could finish ascertaining what I thought was going to happen, she pounced through the air, like a tiger, and landed on my chest with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. After I got her off and thanked her for the hug, she demanded to know when Moonlight was coming back.

TVGuide.com: And you had to break her heart.

O'Loughlin: I had to taser her.... No, I had to tell her that I didn't think it was [returning].

Smallville: The Jason Teague Story

2009-04-11T00:47:57Z

I recently renewed my interest in Jensen's season of Smallville and actually started writing a Jason fic. But as I wrote, I realized there were tons of holes in Jason's backstory and so I started to put together - this - The Jason Teague story as told by his scenes in the episodes. There are facts, there are confusion points, there are sweet and romantic moments. I thought I'd share it with you guys since I know I'm not the only one who wondered how Jason went from romantic Cary Grant to Norman Bates in 22 episodes.

We first meet Jason Teague in the Smallville fourth season opener Crusade.

Lana is walking in Paris and "bumps" into him. He asks if she's an American then proceeds to ask her advice about a gift for his new girlfriend.

(Facts) Jason was riding his Vespa in Paris and bumped Lana. She thought he was a purse snatcher, knocked him off his bike then ended up taking him to the hospital because he aggravated an old football wound.

They then spent every waking moment together (Jason later admits to having seen Lana with the stomach flu so, presumably through thick and thin) for several weeks.

Jason shows her a bike helmet, then confesses that the helmet comes with a romantic weekend getaway. Lana is impressed and kisses him right there on the street and we (the viewers) realize that she is the girl he's been talking about and they aren't strangers. How cute and romantic.

Next time we see Jason he is pulling Lana into a liplock in a church. She protests and he says that when his girlfriend asks him to meet her to do some rubbings, he assumed she meant something else. She says he has a dirty mind, he counters, that he has a pure heart. She, miss innocence and sunshine, says she's there to do an actual rubbing -- homework for her history class.

Jason suggests she "rub" a stone that (I'm assuming) marks the grave of Countess Margaret Isabelle Thoreaux (who kicked a lot of ass and broke a lot of hearts) because both she and Lana were strong, uncompromising and beautiful women -- so they have a lot in common. She rubs, he leaves, saying he discovered it was her birthday tomorrow and he has plans to make. They agree to meet at a café the next morning. He leaves with a very cute and corny "exit stage left" kind of maneuver and seriously, I'm already overwhelmed with the sweetness of it all.

While he's gone, Lana gets hit with a beam of light and a mysterious symbol tattoos itself on her lower back.

Switch to Jason pounding on Lana's door. She drags her witchy-self out of bed, barely opens the door (I love that she looks evil) and tells him she doesn't even remember how she got home. He's concerned that she missed their date and that she looks awful. She tells him she needs a minute and she'll get back to him.

She doesn't.

Episode Two: Gone

Lana goes home to Smallville and moves into the apartment over The Talon. Fast forward to the final scene, she hears music (She Will be Loved) and looks out to find Jason standing there with roses and a sheepish grin. She's freaked. He says it's the "Cary Grant" moment that's freaking her and she comes downstairs to take the flowers.

He pulls out the note she left for him in Paris which basically says, sorry, going home, nice knowing you, can't explain. And even with that crappy exit he followed her half way around the world in order to see her again, or at least get an explanation. He wants to believe its not "about him." She says it isn't "about him" that she still has feelings for him and she's not sorry to see him (so backhanded in her compliments), but she can't go back. No problem, he says I came to be with you, not to get you. (you know how they love these turns of phrases on Smallville). They kiss and it's all sweet and romantic again.

CONFUSION POINT: it's not said here, but we soon find out that Jason was a football hero in Metropolis and his family grew up with Lex's family so what a coincidence that he meets a girl in Paris who is connected to Lex and Smallville and all of that. Don't ponder on it because it's never explained and even when Lana finds out Jason lived in nearby Metropolis, it doesn't phase her. Small (ville) world I guess.

Episode Three: Fascade (which is basically an episode about how mean high schoolers are to people with bad acne or are fat or anything else that makes them less than perfect.)

Lana finds a note in her locker asking her to come to the coach's office, there she finds Jason and they immediately start making out. She compliments him on the note in her locker bit and he says he prides himself in being able to revert to the fourth grade. She says, cool but if we get caught, I get detention. He says if we get caught, I get fired. Turns out he's the new assistant coach.

CONFUSION NOTE: So Lana thought that Jason picked an office on campus at random in order to score some sexual satisfaction while she's between classes? Sure, because that makes sense.

Clark shows up just then and its AWK-WARD. Though I must say Lana seems to get quite turned on yet again by pretending she doesn't know Jason. Simply here because the principal asked her to show him around. I see much fantasy sexual role play in their future.

Clark GUSHES over Jason, saying he was a star playa at Met U and could have gone pro. Jason gets all, aw shucks, then hits them with the downer that once he tore his rotator cuff no one wanted him and now he's a student at Kansas A&M. (Studying what exactly? Didn't Jensen once say he almost went into sports medicine?)

So Clark says he wants to play football and Jason sizes him up and says, "well, you look big enough." And stop - no Jason and Clark slashing. It's Lex, always with Lex.

Later, Jason stops by the locker room for Clark's permission slip, he surmises that Clark has forged his parent's sig and says he gets it since he himself is a pro when it comes to defying fathers. (Though personally, I think it's more about mothers for him but we'll get there.)

Jason gives Clark a lame speech about how football is just a game, it's not WHO you are as a person and I say tell that to the guys on Friday Night Lights. It's the kind of wisdom you get from a fifty-year-old coach not a 20-something assistant and it's creepy. Then he asks Clark to show him what he's got. Turns out he meant, ON the football field, as soon as Clark figures out which end to play on, he's golden. Big smiles! A friendship is forged.

Night time at the school - Jason leads Lana into the "old drama room that no one knows about" which is funny to me because my friends and I used to sneak off to the drama closet back in high school. And oh, they couldn't find a safer place to meet than on school property? Jason confesses that this acting like an adult in front of the team is weird for him and he'll just have to get used to "my guys" drooling over Lana and hey, what about Clark? Lana changes the subject and Jason blindfolds her. Told you there was much kinky sex in the future for these two.

He says they never celebrated her birthday in Paris so they're going to do it here (because we wouldn't want to go to her apartment would we?) He leaves her to get the surprise and apparently he left it back in Paris because he's gone forever. Meanwhile, Abby, the villain of this episode, sneaks in and kisses Lana square on the mouth (Oh Jason, I love your cherry lip gloss). The kiss sets Lana's face to cracking. She turns ugly before our eyes, sees herself in a mirror, loses it and luckily the mirror falls on her (and a guy named Dave) smashing to bits all around her. Oh snap.

Cut to Lana in her hospital room, oddly free of tubes, wires and all that crap they put on you when you've got a hang nail let alone when you're in a kiss induced coma (reverse Sleeping Beauty?) Jason is at her bedside proclaiming his love when suddenly he realizes that Lex is there listening in. Lex makes a fabulous crack about how nice it was for the school to send over a representative to check in on a student.

They introduce themselves and Lex asks if Jason is of the Marion, Teague and Wiesman, Teagues, he says yes but (FACT) his father has cut him off, thus the job as a football coach in Smallville. Lex makes a crack about Smallville being a great place to start a career then throws away a line about Lana deserving the best and Jason had better be it.

CONFUSION ALERT: We find out a few seasons later that Lex and Jason used to play together as children while their parents met in secret meetings. Now, I can understand not recognizing someone you haven't seen in twenty years, but even once they say the names there's nothing? Weird.

At the end, Lana has recovered but she's concerned -- what if Jason only loves her because she's pretty? (Gasp!) She says she doesn't want to sound stuck up, he says he knows she is and has been meaning to talk to her about that and then it's three minutes of cute Jensen coy faces and Groucho eyebrows and oh how I love you because you beat me at Xbox (and she giggles in a way that makes me want to gag) and it's what's inside that's important (a precursor to the Priestly speech he'll give later in Ten Inch Hero.) Ah, true love.

To Be Continued. . .

LA Con Squee - For all you lefties

2009-03-30T21:33:59Z

Okay, this is all just coming out as it hits me. (and I'm not sure the order this happened in, they were clowning around so much...but you'll get the gist.)

Someone asked Jared if it was hard to learn to paint with his left hand for Christmas Cottage and he said it was and then he talked about how klutzy he is with his left. Then he looks into the crowd and says, lefties? About, 25 or so people raise their hand. Jared's all - like power to the lefties! Whoo hoo.

Later, when Jensen came out to join him, Jensen learned he could make the crowd cheer and go quiet by giving us hand signals. Up (Loud cheering), down (we go quiet). Jensen found this rather amusing and did it several times

Jared nudges him and says, watch this. Then he calls for the lefties again. The same 25ish people raise their hand. Jared's all - see, cool huh? Jensen's perplexed, because really? No big deal but Jared's all thrilled with himself.

So it became a kind of running joke for either of them to make the audience react they way they wanted. (We're so easy) The best was when Jensen made a crack about Jared's long, girly hair, thinking the audience would go with him, but they shouted, we love your hair Jared and the cheer went up for him. Jared smirks at Jensen and says, "that kinda backfired on you, didn't it?"

Oh, boys.

LA Con Squee - Misha

2009-03-30T20:35:46Z

I'm here to tell you that Misha's brain works like no one else I know. When asked about pets, he launches into this tale of woe about how he's not good with pets and he has these two turtles and one turtle is named Drydraluxalow. Then he says he dreamed the name and woke up and knew that's what he had to name one of the turtles so he wrote it down, promptly forgot it then had to "refer to the text" to officially name the turtle.

But now he's sad because the turtles hate each other and "it's depressing because they only ever see each other. What am I going to do? I'm not going to mediate."

And we're all in the audience going....what???

Another quote I love, when discussing the whole Keifer Sutherland landed on him and punched him in the throat. He said, he doesn't really remember it then added, "It doesn't visit me in my dreams." - Yes, he's a poet for real and you can hear it in his speech patterns.

Also, since people always ask about being pranked, at the con, backstage he asked Jared why they never pranked him and Jared said "because I'm too. . . . (Misha waffles here and lands on ) fragile. (Then he pauses and adds), "well the word he used was gay."

I wish people would stop asking that pranks question because its obvious they don't do that anymore.

Misha rocked the show.

(Note, this is all from memory and my vague notes, so don't hold me to the exact quotes)

LA Con Squee - Kim

2009-03-30T17:04:43Z

(I wrote this in response to a comment, then figured I'd post it to share with everyone. )

Kim Manners name came up many times. Someone...forgive me I can't remember who, started to talk about him and then asked that we all have a moment of silence - tears me up even now just typing this.

Richard spoke of him and Jensen talked about Kim and Lazarus Rising, and maybe I'm interpreting this wrong but it seemed like he started out all animated telling the story of how Kim likes everything real and used real glass in the windows that blow out and Jensen and his stunt double got all cut up. Then he went to Kim and was like, see, I'm bleeding, happy now!? (jokingly) and Kim replied. Yep, now get cleaned up I need you for the next scene.

Then he slowed some and quickly changed the subject. I got the feeling it was choking him up when he realized that those kinds of things were never going to happen again. It was quite touching. (and again, I could have been reading much more into his change of subject than was there but....)

LA Con Squee

2009-03-30T06:31:21Z

Dying of squee here and no friends around to listen!!! Here are some things that stuck with me - more details when I find my brain.

Best of the Best

-- Misha says he's fascinated with Slash fic. "I read only one but it stuck with me. I'd like to find out more if I could do it without being molested."

-- of course he punctuated his entire chat by saying several times that he, Jensen and Jared liked to hang around together in one of their trailers. . . naked. (He was totally pandering to us. LOL.)

Misha said he asked Jared while backstage at the con why they never pranked him. He said, Jared said. . "because I'm too . . . . fragile. . . well, the word he really used was gay. " Oh geez, boys.

Such a riot.

Jensen got waylaid by a non-question that I thought was entirely inappropriate so I won't even say, find it elsewhere. Literally as he was floundering on stage you hear Jared say, "I'm going to save you . . . " he comes on stage and hands Jensen a coffee (is that sweet or what) and has one of his own. Jensen takes the coffee and leaves the stage carrying on about said inappropriate non- question then as Jared begins talking we hear Jensen bellow in that deep Dean voice, "What are you trying to do to me!" (or he might have said kill me?) Jared replied, "Very strong coffee. Way to play it cool, Jensen." Then when Jensen went behind the curtain, Jared says, "I spit in his coffee." LOL.

And you know how women have a biological clock that makes them want babies. Jared has one too apparently. He spent the con chasing after babies. There was a baby crying in the audience during Jared's talk. He stops and asks if it's a cat. The woman holds up the baby to explain and Jared goes all puddley and starts the "Hey, baby" thing that you have to hear to really get the joke. Then he asks:

"How old is baby?"

Mother - "Nine months."

Jared. "When was baby born?"

Audience "NINE MONTHS AGO."

Jared tries to get out then continues to ask the question in everyway possible. It was too funny. At one point later on, the baby wouldn't stop crying so the mom went to leave. Jared perks up in his seat in the middle of a question and shouts, "Where you taking baby!? Stop. Seize her!" It was bizarre.

ETA: More Jared baby madness. There was this adorable little 3-year old girl there with her mom (Mom, are you reading this? Give us the details) When Jared saw her in the photo op room he tried to get her to come over but she ran from him, all shy. The camera guy needed to change batteries, so Jared asks if he can duck out a second and he chases after the little girl trying to coax her to talk to him but she wouldn't. Now, let's think about this - even to us normal people Jared looks tall. Can you imagine how he looks to a 3-year-old!

Then there was the pickle stuffed with fried rice question. This turned into the biggest hit of the Q&A. Somewhere in here Jensen started laughing so hard he was crying. He hid his face for several minutes, then asked for some tissues. It was so funny, my sides hurt.

Oh and Jensen finally confirmed HE WAS NEVER ON SEVENTH HEAVEN!!!

ETA: One more - I wish someone had asked Jensen this, but Jared was asked about what was a difficult scene for him to do and he said, unexpectedly it was the snake scene in Yellow Fever. He said when the snake came up over the couch he jumped up and walked out -- just couldn't do it, finally had to force himself but he said it was so tough for him to just sit there.

More later......

If you wanted Dean to hook up. . .

2009-03-13T21:03:00Z

If you wanted to make sure Dean hooked up with a certain woman would you:

a. Send in a gorgeous woman with a body to pick him up in a bar?

b. Send in a vulnerable woman in trouble then put them in danger with plenty of alone time?

c. Send in a tough chick who knows the score (Pamela type) who knows what he's going through and it's rough sex to relieve the tension.

Which one is Dean most likely to go for (and don't say all them of them! I'm trying to work through a plot here.)

Spoiler Pics for 5.16

2009-03-12T19:28:18Z

Very spoilery promo pics for the next episode are up! I have a feeling not everyone will be happy with this lot.

On SFUniverse

58

2009-03-11T23:17:56Z

SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, post to your LJ and paste this as a note. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen, add them up, and use your number as the header.

(X) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(X) Grease
(X) Pirates of the Caribbean
(X) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
(X) Boondock Saints
( ) Fight Club
(X) Starsky and Hutch
(X) Neverending Story
(X) Blazing Saddles
(X) Airplane
Total so far: 9

(X) The Princess Bride
( ) AnchorMan
( ) Napoleon Dynamite
( ) Labyrinth
( ) Saw
( ) Saw II
( ) White Noise
( ) White Oleander
( ) Anger Management
( ) 50 First Dates
( ) The Princess Diaries
( ) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement
Total so far: 10

( ) Scream
( ) Scream 2
( ) Scream 3
( ) Scary Movie
( ) Scary Movie 2
( ) Scary Movie 3
( ) Scary Movie 4
( ) American Pie
( ) American Pie 2
( ) American Wedding
( ) American Pie Band Camp
Total so far: 10

(X) Harry Potter 1
(X) Harry Potter 2
(X) Harry Potter 3
( ) Harry Potter 4
( ) Harry Potter 5
( ) Resident Evil 1
( ) Resident Evil 2
( ) The Wedding Singer
( ) Little Black Book
( ) The Village
(X) Lilo & Stitch
Total so far: 14

( ) Finding Nemo
( ) Finding Neverland
( ) Signs
( ) The Grinch
( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre
( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning
( ) White Chicks
( ) Butterfly Effect
( ) 13 Going on 30
( ) I, Robot
( ) Robots
Total so far: 14

( ) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story
( ) Universal Soldier
( ) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Along Came Polly
( ) Deep Impact
( ) KingPin
( ) Never Been Kissed
(x) Meet The Parents
(x) Meet the Fockers
( ) Eight Crazy Nights
( ) Joe Dirt
(X) King Kong
Total so far: 17

( ) A Cinderella Story
( ) The Terminal
( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
( ) Dumb & Dumber
( ) Dumber & Dumberer
( ) Final Destination
( ) Final Destination 2
( ) Final Destination 3
( ) Halloween
( ) The Ring
( ) The Ring 2
( ) Surviving X-MAS
( ) Flubber
Total so far: 17

( ) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
(X) Practical Magic
(X) Chicago
(X) Ghost Ship
( ) From Hell
( ) Hellboy
( ) Secret Window
( ) I Am Sam
( ) The Whole Nine Yards
( ) The Whole Ten Yards
Total so far: 20

(x) The Day After Tomorrow
( ) Child's Play
( ) Seed of Chucky
( ) Bride of Chucky
( ) Ten Things I Hate About You
( ) Just Married
( ) Gothika
( ) Nightmare on Elm Street
( ) Sixteen Candles
( ) Remember the Titans
( ) Coach Carter
( ) The Grudge
( ) The Grudge 2
(X) The Mask
( ) Son Of The Mask
Total so far: 22

( ) Bad Boys
( ) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
( ) Lucky Number Slevin
(X) Ocean's Eleven
( ) Ocean's Twelve
() Bourne Identity
( ) Bourne Supremacy
() Bourne Ultimatum
( ) Lone Star
() Bedazzled
( ) Predator I
( ) Predator II
(x) The Fog
(x) Ice Age
() Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
( ) Curious George
Total so far: 25

(X) Independence Day
() Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
() Darkness Falls
() Christine
(X) ET
() Children of the Corn
( ) My Bosses Daughter
() Maid in Manhattan
() War of the Worlds
(X) Rush Hour
(X) Rush Hour 2
Total so far: 29

( ) Best Bet
() How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
( ) She's All That
( ) Calendar Girls
( ) Sideways
(x) Mars Attacks
( ) Event Horizon
( ) Ever After
(X) Wizard of Oz
( ) Forrest Gump
( ) Big Trouble in Little China
(X) The Terminator
(X) The Terminator 2
(X) The Terminator 3
Total so far: 34

(X) X-Men
( ) X-2
( ) X-3
(X) Spider-Man
(X) Spider-Man 2
( ) Sky High
( ) Jeepers Creepers
( ) Jeepers Creepers 2
( ) Catch Me If You Can
(X) The Little Mermaid
(X) Freaky Friday
( ) Reign of Fire
( ) The Skulls
( ) Cruel Intentions
( ) Cruel Intentions 2
( ) The Hot Chick
(X) Shrek
(X) Shrek 2
Total so far: 41

( ) Swimfan
(X) Miracle on 34th street
(x) Old School
( ) The Notebook
( ) K-Pax
( ) Krippendorf's Tribe
( ) A Walk to Remember
( ) Ice Castles
(x) Boogeyman (Eric Kripke!)
( ) The 40-year-old Virgin
Total so far: 44

(X) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers
(x ) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King
(X) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(X) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(X) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Total so far: 50

( ) Baseketball
( ) Hostel
( ) Waiting for Guffman
( ) House of 1000 Corpses
( ) Devil's Rejects
( ) Elf
() Highlander
( ) Mothman Prophecies
( ) American History X
( ) Three
Total so Far:50

( ) The Jacket
( ) Kung Fu Hustle
( ) Shaolin Soccer
( ) Night Watch
(X) Monsters Inc.
Total so far: 51

() Titanic
() Monty Python and the Holy Grail
( ) Shaun Of the Dead
( ) Willard
Total so far: 51

( ) High Tension
( ) Club Dread
() Hulk
( ) Dawn Of the Dead
() Hook
( ) Chronicles Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
() 28 days later
( ) Orgazmo
( ) Phantasm
(X) Waterworld
Total so far: 52

() Kill Bill vol 1
( ) Kill Bill vol 2
( ) Mortal Kombat
( ) Wolf Creek
() Kingdom of Heaven
( ) The Hills Have Eyes
( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman
( ) The Last House on the Left
( ) Re-Animator
( ) Army of Darkness
Total so far: 52

(X) Star Wars Ep.I The Phantom Menace
(X) Star Wars Ep.II Attack of the Clones
(X) Star Wars Ep.III Revenge of the Sith
() Star Wars Ep.IV A New Hope
(X) Star Wars Ep.V The Empire Strikes Back
(X) Star Wars Ep.VI Return of the Jedi
( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage
( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor
Total so far: 57

() The Matrix
() The Matrix Reloaded
() The Matrix Revolutions
( ) Animatrix
( ) Evil Dead (foxie and weas will kill me for my lack of horror cred...)
( ) Evil Dead 2 (i may never be able to hold my head up high again....)
( ) Team America: World Police
( ) Red Dragon
(X) Silence of the Lambs
( ) Hannibal
Total So Far 58

Apparently I'm more of a classic movie buff

FIC: Do You Really Want to Hurt Me? 1/1

2009-03-02T09:54:01Z

Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
By JDSampson

Complete

Pairing: Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Everything up to the current episode
Warnings: Dark, kinky sex and violence

Summary: What happens in hell doesn't always stay in hell. This ain't Vegas, baby.

"I can't believe you're going to do this to me, Sammy. Leaving me here, all alone. Do you realize what could happen if I'm left here with no backup?"

"We've got no choice, Dean. He's seen you. He knows you and if he sees you on his tail--"

"He won't--" Dean bit down on his words and lowered his voice, eyes scanning for any sign of danger. "He won't see me, Sam. No one sees me if I don't want to be seen."

"There you are!"

Dean went stiff as the voice hit him from behind, like an ice pick sinking into his back. Cold hands snaked around his arm and then there was no escape.

"I've been looking for you everywhere."

Dean forced a smile before turning his head. Right and down to meet her eyes since she was barely five foot tall. "Judith. Yes, sorry about that, but um. . . something's come up." Dean's free hand found the knot in his tie, which seemed to be magically tightening around his neck. "I need to go."

"Oh no, you mustn't." She pressed her ample body against his and the smell of too much cologne clawed at his throat. "You promised."

"He did promise," said Sam, "and he is a man of his word, so I'll tell you what. I'll take care of that little business matter, Dean, while you stay here and enjoy the party."

"I really think I should go with you," Dean replied through a gritted-teeth smile.

"Nah, it's no big deal," Sam slapped his brother on the arm with more force than was necessary. "You stay here and have a good time. After all, it is Judith's seventieth birthday and there's no telling what kind of surprises might pop up."

Yeah, like the ghost of her dead husband out to get revenge on the man who murdered him, his business partner, Russell Morton. Pamela had given them the tip. Harvey's cryptic message from the grave was that it would all be settled tonight. Judith and Morton would both get what they had coming to them. Now, with Morton saying his goodbyes at the party, it was clear that one of the brothers would have to follow him and one would have to stay. Dean didn't think Judith was in any real danger but you could never tell for sure with ghosts. Sometimes the great beyond warped their abilities to think straight.

"I have to go," Sam said urgently, tossing his head toward a departing Russell Morton. "Judith," Sam laid a quick kiss on the old woman's cheek. "Happy birthday."

"The happiest." She glommed on even tighter to Dean, totally missing the glare he was shooting his brother. "Sweet boy," she said, as Sam disappeared into the crowd.

"Oh yeah, just looking at him makes my teeth ache."

Judith laughed and it was the sound of rusty gears meshing together. Revenge, that's what this was. For making Sam take Gertie to that party when they were out to recover the hand of glory and stop that ancient mariner from claiming more victims. Back then, Dean had found it highly amusing to see Gertie's old hands feeling Sam up, the sweet nothings she kept whispering in his ear and now. . .

Dean jolted when he realized what Judith was suggesting.

"We couldn't possibly do that. . . not with all of these guests here in the house."

Judith's hand slipped up under Dean's suit coat and began tugging at his shirt where it was tucked into his slacks. "The guest room at the far end of the hall used to be my husband's music studio. It's virtually sound proof. No one would hear a thing. . . "

"Excuse me."

Ah, no two finer words in the English language. Dean went left as a pretty, redheaded woman drew Judith's attention to the right.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Judith, but Andre here has been dying to meet you."

The man who stepped up was younger than Dean, tall and thin with chiseled features and the deep-set eyes of those kids from that vampire movie. He scooped up Judith's hand and kissed it then mumbled something in Italian, or maybe it was French.

"I am such a fan of your poetry," he said in almost English. "I would be so honored if you would sit with me and . . . " He waved his hand as if trying to pluck the correct word from the air. "Share?" His dark eyes shifted to Dean. "If you don't mind my. . . . how you say. . .cutting in?"

Dean tried for humility and sincerity as he said, "please, I could never stand in the way of a man and his love of poetry."

"Excellent. I shall return the lovely lady to you shortly. . . " Andre winked. "Or not." Then he led her into the crowd, gears grinding all the way.

Dean let out sigh of relief as he turned his attention to his redheaded savior. "You are a god send."

"Try again."

It took a fraction of a second for him to glean her meaning and a second later he was in full hunter mode.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Now you're getting warm." She stepped closer, three-inch spiked heels putting her eyes in perfect alignment with his. "You don't recognize me? Dean. I'm crushed. But then I guess I do look a bit different, not being tied to the bed and all."

The image flashed through his brain like a match flaring up in a dark room. Red hair soaked with sweat, plastered to a face contorted in sweet agony. Nothing but moans passing the cloth that was stuffed half way down her throat. Her naked body --- oh geez.

Dean's mouth went dry but still he managed one word. "Cecilia."

"What's the matter? You were always so happy to see me." She pressed closer, long-nailed fingers combing through his short hair. "Or perhaps excited is a better word." She bumped her hips forward but Dean stepped back before contact.

"How did you. .. what are you doing here?"

"I missed you. That's all." She closed the gap again and this time he didn't step away.

"Who sent you?"

"Dean."

Her hand came up to caress his face but he slapped it away. And there it was. That feeling. That awful, intense, incredible feeling.

"Now there's the man I remember. And you remember, too, don't you? I can see it now. In the way you're clenching your jaw." Cecilia ran a single fingernail from his ear to his chin. "The eyes aren't right yet, almost, but not quite. We'll get there."

"No, we won't." Dean whirled and took a step and nearly collided with a waiter delivering shrimp balls and salmon on toast. "Sorry, sorry." He zigged and zagged and Cecilia was in front of him again. She had a glass of wine in her hand and her lips were wet from a recent sip. Really wet and glistening and plump and there was only one more thing that would make that mouth look better. . . . "No. I don't do that---"

"Here? What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas. . . Dean. But what happens in hell stays with us where ever we go."

He saw her chest rising beneath the low neckline of her emerald dress. Two pale mounds of flesh but he knew the rest, had it memorized.. . her shape. . how well she fit into the palm of his hands. . . how tight he had to turn the screws so the clamps would hold even as she fought him.

"Drink?"

Dean grabbed a full wine glass from the tray without making eye contact with the waitress. He couldn't risk it. Couldn't take a chance that she might see what was going on inside his head.

"Can I get you something else, sir?"

"No. Thank you." Dean grabbed Cecilia by the elbow then steered her out of the room and into the hallway. A man and woman were just leaving allowing a gust of frigid wind to blow in from outside.

Cecilia shivered like a wet dog. "Baby, it's cold outside."

"Why are you here?"

"Because you're wasting your time." She stepped up on to the first stair of a long, sweeping staircase. It made her slightly taller than him, bringing his eyes more inline with her chest than her face. "Playing around with petty ghosts when there's so much more important work to be done."

She wrapped her arms around his neck her mouth came crashing down on his. The taste of her. . .the smell of her. . .his reaction was Pavlovian. Dean wound his fingers in her long locks then pulled. . .hard. . .forcing her head to bow back, leaving her neck exposed for him to nibble.

"This is what you need, Dean. A reminder. Someone to remind you of how strong you really are, who you really are."

He wound his fingers tighter in her hair stretching her neck until she couldn't speak anymore. That was better. That was how he liked her. No words, just sounds. . . moans and gasps and those shuddering breaths like when she was about to come.

Laughter broke his hold. A group of five leaving the main room on their way to the door. He let go of her hair then hid his face in drinking from his glass. The wine was earthy and warm. It washed away the taste of her on his tongue and that was unacceptable. He had to have more.

The party of five stopped at the front door. They were exchanging phone numbers and waiting for coats. They weren't going to leave any time soon.

"Come on." Dean grabbed Cecilia by the hand. They climbed the stairs and Dean was breathless by the time he reached the top. He was shaking, sweating -- an addict jonesing for a fix.

Cecilia pushed him toward the first open door but he shoved back, nearly knocking her off her heels. What had Judith said? The last room had been a music studio. Soundproof. Perfect.

He walked faster, nearly running with the need to get behind closed doors. Then they were inside and the door was locked. The wine glasses went on the bedside table. For a brief moment Dean noticed the grey padded walls and the grouping of framed sheet music hung between two heavily curtained windows. The last remnants of what the room had been. Now it was a guest room with a queen-sized bed and side tables and a dresser.

Cecilia crashed into his arms and smashed her mouth against his. Then it was all lips and tongues and hands roaming. His jacket hit the floor first, then his shirt was loose from his pants. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress and that was done and gone in an instant. Underneath was a frilly pink bra and lacy boy shorts that ended long before her stockings began. And still in her heels - god that was hot.

"You know what I want," she whispered as her fingers worked the knot in his tie. "You know what I need. What you need."

"No." Dean shut her up with a kiss. He didn't need that. Didn't need to go there. This was good. This was plenty.

She kneed him in the nuts.

"Son of a bitch!" He backhanded her without thinking. Reflex. That was all. She hit the bed then scrambled back as if to get away.

Not happening.

Dean grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back. She screamed as she kicked with her free leg, catching him in the side of the head with the pointy heel of her shoe. The pain was white hot for just a moment leaving him too stunned to even curse.

"You didn't think I was going to make it easy, did you? You didn't think I was just going to lay here and take it!"

Dean pulled back to slap her again but the pain eased and brain took over from reflex. This was the game. The game they used to play. The game that felt so god dammed good that it had to be a sin. He dropped to his knees beside her on the bed, laughter replacing the curse words he'd wanted to spew a moment earlier.

Cecilia's hand slipped between his legs, caressing the thickness that she found that. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. And this looks like Vegas to me."

Why not?

Dean pulled his tie free from his collar. "It's showtime."

Something flashed across Cecilia's eyes -- uncertainty maybe, or fear. All just part of the act.

Moving with the kind of speed he used for hunting, he got her on her stomach then straddled her legs to pin her flat. "My rules, now. My pleasure." He bound her wrists with the tie and was mildly disappointed when she didn't struggle. Obviously, she'd forgotten who she was dealing with. Time on earth will do that to you -- make you forget the depth of the pain. He flipped her on to her back, hands trapped beneath her as he straddled her hips again. "If you're a really good girl and do everything I tell you, I might let you come when I'm done. But that's not going to happen any time soon, I promise."

She worked her throat like she was going to speak but instead of words it was spit that flew from her mouth. This time he didn't stop himself from backhanding her and it was hard enough to split her lip. He followed that with a kiss, sucking her bloody lip into his own mouth, scraping his teeth against bruised flesh until her mouth was swollen.

"Going to shove something so far down that throat of yours. . .just can't decide what yet. Flesh or fabric?"

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Anything. Fuck. . . do something. More."

"More what?"

She bucked beneath him with incredible force. "Hurt me!"

Dean laughed but it came out sounding raw and crazy and where the hell was that coming from?

"It's art. It can't be rushed." Dean stripped off his shirt then his belt. He was about to toss that aside when a better use came to mind.

Leather strap met with the soft flesh of her thigh. She screamed. Once. Twice. Once more and the red welt didn't fade. So pretty. So very, very pretty.

He kissed the spot then worked his way up her thigh to one lace-covered hipbone. She wriggled beneath him, trying desperately to get some pleasure for herself but that wasn't allowed. Him first. Her later. Though he wasn't sure how much later as he was already straining for relief.

Too soon. Too soon. Calm down. Take your time.

Dean got off the bed, paced a little then downed the last of his wine. Not as many toys to play with here. There he had a rack and clamps and a fire pit with a poker that would glow orange and throw sparks. He paced some more and bit his lip. Why did he let himself think about that poker. . . think about that time where he'd shoved it up inside of her. . . how she screamed. . how her body went taut like the bow on a perfect violin. And a day later she was healed and ready to go again. No matter what he did. Now matter how he hurt her. The next day she was always pink and perfect and begging for more.

But things were different here, weren't they? Wounds like that didn't heal in this earthly realm. . . did they?" Dean swung his arm out. The glass smashed against the wall leaving him with the base and a jagged edge.

He went back to the bed then used the glass to cut her bra right down the front. With the tension gone, the fabric fell away revealing the most gorgeous breasts he'd ever seen. Tight. Shapely. Excited. He sliced one with the glass so quickly she barely had time to scream -- but scream she did when he poured a splash of her wine over the open wound.

"Is that what you wanted, baby? You want to feel? Pleasure, pain, it's all the same down there, isn't it? Just as long as you feel something."

He cut off her panties then wadded them up along with her bra. Small bits of lacy fabric -- it wasn't enough. He picked his dress shirt up by the arms then twirled it in the air so it wrapped around itself.

"Screams are good. But I like this sound better." He flipped her on to her stomach then yanked the wound shirt between her lips and tied it off at the back of her head. Bulky but effective enough. A test to be sure.

He drew the broken glass over the tight round of her rear end. Again she screamed but it came out more of a muffled moan. Exactly perfect. One more. This time she bucked as she moaned and it nearly finished him. Damn he was weak. Back then he could hold on for hours, slowly torturing her until he was right on the edge then he'd talk himself down and go at it again.

It was such a delicious ache - an intensity the likes of which he'd never felt before, not even with that morgue attendant in Florida who liked a little B&D. This was more than that. This was power beyond belief. A high that couldn't be duplicated with drugs or alcohol. This was what he was meant to do and so he did it.

The broken glass, the wine, the lighter in his pocket, each creating its own special kind of pain. And when the comforter was smeared with her blood and sweat and she was too far gone to even moan behind the gag, he wrapped the belt around her neck and choked her as he pounded into her from behind.

He came with an intensity that made the world go dark. It was like every nerve, every blood vessel, every muscle was climaxing and he had time to wonder if it would ever end. Maybe he'd be stuck in this mode - like a car with a dead battery that grinds and grinds but won't turn over.

And then it was done. He was flat on his back on the bed, chest heaving, muscles convulsing, brain too fried to process anything but the command to breath.

I tortured souls, Sam, and I liked it.

6 6 6 6 6

Dean leaned over the sink as he splashed handfuls of cold water on his face. He was still shaking, still feeling the buzz so he was grateful when a pair of long-fingered hands came around with a towel. He let her do the work, drying his face and then buffing over his sweat-soaked hair.

When the towel was gone he was left staring at his own image in the mirror.

"It's funny," said Cecilia. "All this time, Gordon, Castiel, even your father. . . they all thought Sam was the evil one." She smiled.

The image in the mirror smiled back.

The End

Dean would like Rick Simon

2009-02-28T20:05:15Z

Watching Simon and Simon Season 2 on DVD - doing research for my review and found this quote:

Rick Simon: [to nurse at Mental Hospital where he and AJ are being held by the villain] Take me to my brother or I'll do something Alfred Hitchcock never dreamed of.

How very Dean Winchester of him. I think it's cross-over time!!

Daneel and Jensen?

2009-02-21T00:35:02Z

Danneel's new movie Fired Up opened this weekend and there are red carpet photos showing her on the arm of the movie's star Eric Christian Olsen. No, I'm not trying to start any rumors about her and Jensen breaking up - just found it so funny that Olsen played "Jensen" on Tru Calling who was supposedly named for Jensen himself who they wanted for the role. Even funnier, he plays Nick BRADY in the movie and Jensen was Eric BRADY.

Poor Eric Olsen was a Jensen substitute on Tru Calling and on Danneel's arm!

http://www.zimbio.com/pictures/PV5OoRmp84u/Premiere+Of+Fired+Up+Arrivals/99UTqMjS_y7/Danneel+Harris

HOYAY! "Supernatural":

2009-02-12T06:02:42Z

There's a great post over on After Elton about the abundance of gay references in the last few episodes of Supernatural. I also love the commenter who brought up that the last crossroads demon Sam bargained with was male. So would he have to kiss HIM to seal the deal?

Read it here

Torchwood Children of Earth Trailer

2009-02-05T23:41:45Z

Children of Earth Trailer!!!! There's angst, and action and a kiss!!! It's on SFUniverse, Click here then choose HQ from the video controller and blow it up full screen, it's gorgeous!!!

Fun Old Quote About Jensen's Soap Days

2009-02-05T10:33:16Z

Came upon this short piece from an article on the Soap Opera Digest site.

Arianne Zucker's Greatest DAYS OF OUR LIVES Moments</h2>BEACH BLANKET BOZO

"We don't get to go on location a lot. So those days are always fun. Jensen (Ackles, ex-Eric) and I got to go to Venice Beach, when I first started on the show. Jensen is so funny and has the greatest personality. We were on roller skates. I like to think I'm a really good roller skater, but I ate a lot of sand that day. At one point I hit a sand patch right on the cement and went flying. I was like, 'I'm okay. I'm all right.' It was hysterical."

From Soap Opera Digest

As I Remember Kim

2009-01-28T06:36:28Z

I got to see Kim at the Paley Festival and I think this segment gives you a great deal of insight into his feelings for the show and how they all felt about him.

From the Paley Festival Transcript

Moderator: Kim, how did you became involved with the Supernatural?

Kim: I read for Sam.

Jared: Did everybody read for Sam?!

Kim: David Nutter, who directed the pilot is a good friend, he did Season One of X-Files and he called and asked if I would do a favor and come in and do one episode. Cause I was kind of semi-retired after X-Files. Very semi-retired. And I came in and did a show called Dead in the Water, enjoyed myself. I fell in love with Jan and Dean or is it Sam and Dean? I was driving home and they called me if I wanted to come on as a part of the team and I turned around and here I am.

Eric: I would not know what we’d do without Kim out there

Kim: I know what you’d do. You’d get another guy.

Eric: There is no other guy.

Jared: There is no other guy…named Kim.

Kim: You know if this whole thing fails, you guys can go right into stand-up.

Jensen: I don’t want to stand-up to him… I’d have to stand up on an apple-box.

Jared: I’m pretty lazy, I’d rather sit. Meanwhile, what he does not know about the whole process is that we were immediately on the phone with everyone, saying “This guy is incredible. Who is this guy?” David Nutter just gave us some sort of mysterious, ‘You’ll love Kim” kind of sentence.

Jensen: Very Jedi.
Jared: Who is this guy? ‘You’ll love Kim Manners’. And sure enough.
*loses his mike* Can I borrow? So we basically begged and pleaded to get him...

Kim: A job, just a job, that’s all I wanted.

Jared: He was hungry. He kept trying to bite my arm off, I was really worried.

FIC: At Least, Not Alone

2009-01-26T11:23:35Z

At Least, Not Alone
SPOILERS: Nightmare
Rating: PG-13

"Christ, Sammy, sometimes you really are a selfish son of a bitch."

That did it. Finished it. Or maybe started it was the better word. Three days stuck in a motel room together. Three days of Dean poking at him, badgering him about this stupid thing and that stupid thing. Three days of coffee and Top Ramen because the money was just about gone and Sam had tried to hold his tongue, tried to play nice but done. . . over. . . Dean wanted to fight. . fine!

Sam whirled and found his brother right in his face. Invading his space and all he wanted to do was push him away and then Dean went flying backwards – four feet off the ground. He slammed into the motel room wall just to the right of the standard landscape painting. Took the blow mostly with his back and right shoulder then dropped to the dresser below before finally ending up on the floor.

Sam couldn't move. Couldn't breath. He stood there, rooted to the floor, mouth open and working like a fish, unable to speak a word. Hands shaking, knees threatening to take him down, he watched wide-eyed as Dean dragged himself up to all fours. The knot in his stomach tightened as he waited for Dean to lift his head and when he finally saw the look on his brother's face Sam fell to his knees as well.

"Oh god, Dean. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't want to do that. I swear. It just happened. I don't know how. I don't know how." Sam interlaced his fingers palm to palm and it almost looked like he was praying. "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Dean's eyes closed for a moment. He sat back on his heels, worked his shoulder and winced at the pain.

"Dean, please talk to me. Please yell at me. Something!"

Dean's eyes opened and there was no anger there. It was something worse. Something Sam had never seen before and he labeled it 'fear'. Dean was afraid. Of him. Of his own brother who was turning into a monster before their very eyes.

Visions of Dean grabbing the gun from the glove compartment flashed through Sam's mind. "I'm not going to let him hurt anybody else." Willing to kill a human being. A boy, because he had abilities that Dean equated with pure evil.

Sam opened his mouth to speak. Choked. Half sobbed. He rocked on his knees, hands still tightly clenched into a single fist. "I would never hurt you, Dean. Never. I swear." Were the words that came out but how insane was that? He had hurt him. He could see the pain in his brother's eyes. See it in the way he awkwardly rose to his feet. "Damn it! Dean! Say something!!"

But his pale, bowed lips remained firmly pressed together.

Sam got to his feet, all tangled legs and arms and he took a step toward his brother. Dean flinched and backed up and banged into the dresser and then he held up one hand, palm flat like a signal to stop.

"Dean. . . . " And what more could he say. That it would never happen again? That would be a lie. A total lie. It would happen again and maybe next time Dean would be standing in front of a window or at the edge of a busy street. "Oh god, Dean, help me. I don't know what to do. How to control this. Please, talk to me!"

Dean's lips parted ever so slightly. And that was it. He grabbed his coat and the car keys and left the room, not slamming the door but closing it softly behind him.

Sam dropped to his knees, a wretched sob rising up from his chest.

Alone.

The last thing he ever wanted to be in this world.

Alone.

And he wondered what he had done in his young life to deserve such punishment.

He crunched in on himself, on his knees, arms on his thighs, forehead nearly touching the floor. He squeezed and he cried and twenty-two years of fear and pain and anguish poured out of him until the sobs turned to screams as he pounded his fists on the floor.

"Not fair! Not fair! Why are you doing this to me!!!"

And he pounded until he was exhausted and screamed until he was hoarse. And then he climbed into bed and cried some more convinced that he'd driven his brother away for good. And then there were no more tears left in him so he drifted into uneasy sleep.

# # #

A hand on his arm.

It registered slowly, then hit him. Sam rolled and was instantly sorry when he saw the flinch in Dean's eyes.

"You came back."

"Of course I came back. What'd you think you don't need me anymore? Super power boy's got it all covered?"

Five thousand words flitted through Sam's mind and none of them seemed right. He settled for a lip quivering, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

Dean nodded, his own lip trembling just a bit. "I found three idiots in a bar who bet me I couldn't stand an egg up on end. Even after they saw me do it twice, they bet again. Two hundred bucks worth. I bought some decent food. Well, pizza and soda." He started to get up from the bed but Sam grabbed his arm. Just as quickly, Sam let go.

"You're afraid of me?"

"Sure I am. I'm terrified every time you get behind the wheel of my car and frankly, I've never been too comfortable with you walking behind me when you have a gun in your hand. Clumsy idiot, you'll trip and shoot me like that time with the bow and arrow when we were kids."

Sam winced at the memory.

"Guess I'm just an easy target." Dean got up and this time Sam didn't stop him. "Pepperoni and mushrooms?"

"Sure."

"Good, because that's all I got." Dean pulled two slices from the box then handed one to Sam, no plate, no napkin. It was hot and greasy and the grease ran down over his hand. Sam laid the slice on top of a magazine on the nightstand then rubbed the grease off on his jeans.

"Dean—"

"We don’t have to talk about this anymore," he said, showing Sam his back. "It happened and you're going to be careful from now on and that's it. Over. Done."

"I'm scared."

Silence and then a soft, "I know you are." And it felt like, I am too.

Dean put his pizza slice down on top of the box then went back to perch stiffly on the edge of the bed. "I've said it before and it's still true. We'll get through this. Together. Now, go blow your nose and wash your face, you look like shit."

Sam climbed off the bed then headed for the bathroom. He stepped inside then looked back. Dean's face was buried in his hands and his body was shaking. Sam's "gift" equally painful for both of them.

And so they would suffer . . . but at least, not alone.

Finis

Best of DFW 2008: TV

2008-12-11T08:22:26Z

"Critic Robert Philpot dishes on TV in '08, including the year's best shows, like 'Supernatural.'"

Audio interview about the past season, some fun polls and a picture of Jensen that I haven't seen before.

If you're listening, hit the "Fast Forward" button to jump to Part two where he talks about Superantural. He calls it "the biggest underdog on TV" and says he loves it more than CSI and Grey's. Basically, he has nothing but great things to say.