over the face of the waters (or, five times Dean touched the ocean)rating.
Half for drvsilla
(informal meme yay), and half for fan_this
- the water!birthday!ficmix I promised. 350 words. :))
Matthew Good Band - Hello Time Bomb (Acoustic) [download
Faultline - Your Love Means Everything [download
String Quartet Tribute: Death Cab for Cutie's Transatlanticism [download
Moby - God Moving Over The Face Of The Waters [download
Clint Mansell - Together We Will Live Forever [download
1 + hello time bomb (acoustic). ~*~
Dean doesn't remember that when he was two, his mom and dad drove from Lawrence, Kansas, to Charleston, South Carolina. He doesn't remember his dad joking about a second honeymoon while his mom joked about finally getting a first. He doesn't remember the ocean: not still, not raging.
2 + your love means everything
Dean stood guard at the entrance of his sand castle, keeping a close eye on Sam. Dean built a little moat around it, with a little bridge, and the sand walls were falling down but Sam was safe inside.
John's voice was clear and as soon as Dean heard it, he snapped to attention. He grabbed Sam's pudgy little hand and helped him up, then yelled back, saying coming, daddy.
3 + transatlanticism
Sam wandered off halfway down the beach, not to be cajoled or ordered back. Dean caught his father's attention and rolled his eyes, but John didn't grin.
Dean could see the clothes too tight on Sam's body; he was growing so fast and Dean knew it had to hurt like a bitch. Shoes too tight, jeans too short, John always caught between stocking up on ammo and new clothes when the next card comes in, okay Sammy?
Sam frowned, said Don't call me Sammy.
4 + god moving over the face of the waters
Dean stood still, water sloshing around his boots. He was sinking, slowly, and the ocean was getting his socks wet.
He looked at his cell phone, waited, then put the phone back in his pocket. He looked at the horizon again. A seagull picked at a half-empty big mac container.
Dean kicked at the water, made it splash. He decided not to call, decided to see Sam in person.
5 + together we will live forever.
Sam smiled bigger than Dean had expected. He was brown all over, tanned, his shorts were low on his hips and not covering much of anything at all.
The shore was rocky and Dean knew the water was cold but Sam was right there, and warm, and beckoning, and Dean couldn't do anything but follow.