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in these, my trobled times| dean winchester fanmix

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 23:21:18 GMT

Medium:TV
Fandom:Supernatual
Subject:Dean Winchester
Title: In these, my troubled times.
Warnings: none.
Notes: This mix is all about the weight that's on Dean's shoulders. It has a really strange combination of genres, but I think it works well.

ooo1.wonderful;everclear
I don't wanna hear you say
That I will understand someday
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna hear you say
You both have grown in a different way
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna meet your friends
And I don't wanna start over again
I just want my life to be the same
Just like it used to be
Some days I hate everything
I hate everything
Everyone and everything
Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now

ooo2.sympathy for the martyr;straylight run
Convinced that your critics are watching
And you’ve always got something
You’ve always got something to prove
So tie the noose
And raise the cross
The martyr’s arrived
A desperate plea
For sympathy, it’s all you need

ooo3.what a catch, donnie;fall out boy
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

ooo4.father of mine;everclear
Father of mine
Tell me where have you been
You know I just closed my eyes
My whole world disappeared
Father of mine
Take me back to the day
When I was still your golden boy
Back before you went away

Father of mine
Tell me where did you go
Yeah you had the world inside your hand
But you did not seem to know

ooo5.this time around;hanson
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
And we won't go down

All I know is that fear has to go
This time around

ooo6.kryptonite;3 doors down
You called me strong, you called me weak
But your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground

ooo7.papercut;linkin park
Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is
I can't add up to what you can but
Everybody has a face that they hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
(And watches everything)
So you know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is watching you too
Right inside your skin

ooo8.all my friends are dead;turbonegro
I always knew that they would
end up like today.
They bought the bullet and they
paid with hand grenades.

ooo9.in my heaven;negitive
Dreams faded
I'm frightened
Will I ever find the cure?
Mistaken, I'm waiting
When I finally hit the floor

I'm hurt and so wounded
It's gonna tear my soul apart
I'm lost in my heaven
I finally found my way to escape

oo10.lonesome valley;the fairfeild four
You got to go to the lonesome valley
You got to go there by yourself
Nobody else can go for you
You got to go there by yourself
Oh, you got to ask the lords forgiveness
Nobody else can ask him for you

oo11.hard time killing floor blues;chris thomas king
Hard time here and everywhere you go
Times is harder than ever been before

oo12. o death;ralph stanley
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day

Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold

oo13.angel band;the stanley brothers
The latest sun is sinking fast, my race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past, my triumph is begun

The Holy ones, behold they come, I hear the noise of wings
O bear my longing heart to Him who bled & died for me
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin & gives me victory

.zip

Drabble- Multiple

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 05:51:15 GMT

Drabbles
1/1
g-r

Tell Me True
Prompt word-Love
Pairing-Pudd

“I love you.”

It was out in the open, he had said it. No more holding back those there words that threatened to spill from his lips every time he saw the drummer for the past few years. He waited for the response from the man in front of him.

The silent minutes ticked by. He was growing short of breath, tears prickling the corner of his eyes as he watched the different emotions play across Harry’s face. After what felt like a lifetime, Harry finally smiled. The smile was not one of sadness or of sympathetic understanding but one of elation.

Harry’s calloused hand cupped his cheek. “I love you too, Pugs.” He whispered. “More then you’ll ever know.”

Never Ever Again
Prompt word-Phone
Pairing-Flones

The glass in his hand shattered as it hit the ground. The voice on the other end of the phone had told Tom that there had been and accident. A terrible accident and Danny was gone.

Tom would never see his smile, hear his booming laugh,or attempt to count his freckles. It was with this realization his heart shattered like the glass had done moments before.

Willing to Help
Prompt word- Pen
Paring-Pudd

“Must you do this this to me every singing?” Harry looked at his arm, thick black lines stood boldly against his skin.

Dougie merely smiled as he shrugged of his friends question, “I need something to keep myself from dying of boredom.”

“Then draw on yourself, this is really hard to get off.”

The bassist smirked, “You know Harry, if you are having trouble getting it off, I could get it off for you. I’m always willing to help a friend in need.”

“Shut up, Dougie.”

Greatest Hit To Date
Prompt word-Notebook
Pairing-JuddJonesPoynter

Their breath mixed together, three bodies working as one to achieve the highest form of bliss. Hot fingers on hot skins wanting, begging for more. Lips attaching to every available inch in their reach. The air was filled with moans and grunts, thick with the smell of sex. Soon it became too much, one by one they tumbled off the edge, letting the waves of pleasure crash over them.

“We should mark that down as the best shag ever.” Dougie panted from under Harry.

“Where do you suppose we mark it?” The drummer asked, laying himself down between to sweaty bodies. He still felt heat radiating off of his lovers, making him shiver despite the warm atmosphere of the room.

“In Tom’s notebook, give him a right shock next time he goes to write a song.” Danny’s heavily accented voice was soft in Harry’s ear. Dougie hadn’t heard him, he had already drifted into the wonder that is post-orgasmic sleep.

“Best shag ever?” Harry chuckled deeply. “It would be out greatest hit to date.”

Envious Pride-Standalone

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:44:08 GMT

Envious Pride
1/1
pg-13
PoynterJudd, PoynterJones

The rough carpet irritated the skin on Harry’s exposed calves. He sat on the floor staring at the confining spaces of the elevator. Though he has only been in there for an hour it felt like a week. He let his eyes linger on his band mate across for him. Danny sat with his back pressed against the wall, head laid back, eyes screwed shut. He wanted to be there just as much as Harry did.

There was a tense air between the two friends. The silence was suffocating, neither wanting to be the first to speak. A unsaid argument hung between them. Danny opened his eyes and scanned the space. He paused on the drummer, meeting his gaze. “What?” he asked, his voice hard and rough. Harry said nothing, he simply pulled his legs up to his chest and laid his chin on his knees.

Harry didn’t know how long it would be before someone would fix the problem that caused the elevator to hang unmoving. But he knew that it wouldn’t be long before a screaming match started. Danny’s cold voice, a stark contrast to his normal warmth and joy pulled Harry from his thoughts. “He‘ll come back to me.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Not now Danny.” The drummer said, watching the other man roughly push his curls out of his face.

“He loved me first!”

“Dougie’s moved on, so should you.” Harry’s exasperated tone did nothing to warn Danny of his border lining anger. He continued to shoot glares at Harry, muttering under his breath.

“You know what the really fucked up thing is?” he hissed “You knew. You knew how we felt about each other and you took him from me.”

“Dan, you broke up. It was over when Dougie and I started-”

“That is a lie!” The guitarists voice boomed off the cramped walls. ”You just wanted him because I had him.” Danny’s features suddenly looked pained. Covering his face with a freckled hand, he felt warm tears fill his eyes. It hurt him so much to think about Dougie. Just the mention of his name made his heart ache and his skin crawl. He wanted him but knew that he would never have him again. Dougie belonged to someone else. Someone smarter, someone that was better looking, someone that Dougie thought loved him just that little bit more. But that wasn’t true, Danny loved him the most, more then anyone else in the world. It hurt him to watch them together, the secret glances that they thought no one would notice. Danny noticed. He had those looks once. During their rehearsals or in the studio. The times that their eyes would meet and he would just know that he was meant for him. There was no one else.

“Mate, look I’m sorry that things went the way they did but you have to realize that I love him and he loves me. We are happy and you should be happy for us.”

No one moved, or spoke for a long moment. Harry word still rang in the guitarists’ ears. ‘Be happy?’ he thought, “Be happy.”

“What?”

“Be happy?” Danny said aloud again. “Why? Huh? You took all that I had to live for. He was my everything and now I have nothing.”

“There are others out there.”

“Fuck off.”

Harry drew back. The look that Danny gave him told him that the discussion was over. The drummer didn’t press the issue. Deep down Harry knew that he was wrong, that what he did was wrong. He would never say those words aloud, never admit to it. He is too proud and Danny envious of what was now rightfully his.

Because of How Sick You Are-Danny/Unknown-Drabble

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 02:25:14 GMT

Because of How Sick You Are
1/1
R
Danny/unknown

His hand was immediately on the bottle next to him. Bringing it to his lips he took at mouthful, letting it slide down his throat. His face contorted as the liquor burned it’s way down. He relished the feeling, it let him know that what was happening was real. His boyfriend was unfaithful.

Rain pelted the windshield as Danny sat watching him cross the street and walk to the front door. His hair slick with the precipitation, making him look even more stunning to Danny. But he wasn’t alone, the man that clung to his side caused a flare of anger to rise through his body.

Danny watched as they paused at the front step, narrowing his eyes, he saw the man hold his lover in his arms, hearing him laugh from the confines of the car. They disappeared inside not knowing or even caring of his presence.

The brunette popped open the glove box, a shiny metallic pistol fell to the floor. A cold smile covered his lips as he decided his next move. A rush of cold air whipped at his face and body as the car door swung open . The amount of alcohol that he had consumed was clearly impairing his motor skills as he staggered out and stumbled across the street with tears in his eyes and gun in his hand.

One Hell of a Distraction-Pudd-Standalone

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 20:52:32 GMT

One Hell of a Distraction
1/1
nc-17
PoynterJudd

Tom held the flashlight under his chin, illumining his face in the dark room. His words were spoken in a eerie whisper “And the footsteps grew closer, closer. Until they were right outside the door.”

Three pairs of eyes watched the blond reciting his story for the umpteenth time. They could pretty much say if word for word themselves. The horror of this particular ghost story had faded years ago when they had first heard it. But nonetheless they listened to every syllable, talking in every dramatic pause and sound effect.

When the power went out hours ago, Dougie was the most eager to tell scary stories. But now as he sat on the living room sofa he regretted his enthusiasm. The young bassist was afraid, petrified. He sat with his legs pulled tightly to his chest. Tom’s voice filling his ears, he knew what was coming. “Then the girl opened the door and there is was!”

Dougie’s eyes were squeezed shut, trying to block out the inevitable. In a sudden adrenalin boost he jumped up from the couch saying, “I think I’m going to go to sleep now.”

“I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.“ Tom protested. “You aren’t afraid are you?”

Dougie all too eagerly shook his head. “No, no. I just really tired.” The bassist through in a unconvincing yawn for effect.

He glanced over his shoulder. The dark hallway loomed at him, in his minds there could be anything lurking in the dark corners. Various monster, zombies, and killers with butcher knives could waiting for him. Harry saw his dilemma, he knew that his friend was afraid. So he did the only reasonable thing that he could think of, “I think I am going to turn in to.”

“What is this?” Danny whined , “Everyone’s going to sleep!”

The drummer merely shook his head, giving the to remaining band members an apologetic smile. “I’ll see you in the morning, Come on, Doug, I’ll go with you.”

Dougie smiled and nodded. He followed closely behind Harry, his hands fisted into his shirt, brining him comfort by having his friend with him as he walked down the dark hall. “Seriously Dougie, you need to back up a little. There is nothing going to get you!”

The bassist listened to his friend, though he left his hand remain on Harry’s hip, a small comfort that neither minded. They stopped at Dougie’s door, “Do you want me to check under your bed for you?”

Dougie’s cheeks filled with a small blush, “No.”

Harry laughed, “I’ll stay here with you for a while if you want. Make sure the monsters don’t come out.”

The blond nodded, “Okay, only if your up for it. I mean I’m not even scared.”

“Come on Dougs, sarcasm is my thing.” The drummer lead the way into Dougie’s dark bedroom. He blindly groped the at his surroundings, seeing as Dougie had the flashlight, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark. After getting his bearings Harry proceeded to flop himself onto Dougie’s bed, crossing his arms behind his head. He looked around the room, the young bassist still hovered near the door, glancing cautiously at the wardrobe. Harry rolled his eyes, “Are you serious?”

Dougie meekly looked at his shoes, unable to meet the gaze of his best friend. “Can you-you know- can you check? Please?”

“For Christ’s sake.” Huffing Harry pulled himself off the bed and stomped to the closet. He swung the door open and peered inside even in the dark he could tell there wasn‘t anything. “Nothing. Just clothes.”

Dougie nodded and crossed the threshold. He fell onto his bed, repeating Harry’s earlier actions. The drummer followed suit, laying next to the blond. “How many times have you heard that story and it still scares you?” he asked, turning to face Dougie.

“I‘m not scared.”

“Do you want to know what helps me when I am afraid?”

Dougie nodded eagerly, causing Harry to chuckle. “What’s so funny?” the bassist glowered. “What is it?”

The drummer gave him a sly smile “The trick is to take your mind off of it.” he said as he startled Dougie’s hips, pressing his body against the blonds. “You know a distraction.”

“What are you doing?”

Dougie felt Harry’s nimble fingers on the hem of his shirt, exposing his skin to the cool air. The bassist leaned upward to protest his band mates action but his words never came as the drummers lips molded themselves to his.

“Harry, I-”

“Shh.” Harry lips curved into a smirk as he whispered into the boys ear. “Just relax. You’ll love it.”

Harry moved to Dougie’s neck, sucking on the sensitive pulse point, earning a moan from the bassists swollen lips. From neck to chest, from chest to lower stomach, the brunette left deep red marks in his wake, Harry began to undo the button and zipper of the blonds jeans. Dougie’s pants joined his forgotten shirt strewed across the room. All protest forgotten, Dougie stared intently at the drummers movements. Watching him slowly sliding his hands along his shoulders, chest and stomach, never going low enough to touch the one spot that was aching for contact. “Harry!” Dougie wined, a frantic edge apparent in his voice.

The blonds eyes fluttered shut as he Harry’s hands rubbed him through the fabric of his boxers. Feeling the boy harden from the contact brought a smile to his face, knowing that so little could get him going. He pushed his hand past the elastic of the boys boxers. Wrapping his fingers around the hard flesh, he began a slow steady rhythm.

Dougie began to moan as Harry lips latched themselves once more to his neck. The combination of the drummers agonizingly slow pace and the feel of his lips was driving the bassist insane with want and need. Harry moved to his shoulder, lightly biting the tattooed flesh and tracing the patterns with his tongue.

When he abruptly removed his hand all Dougie could do was groan in protest. His silent pleas were answered when the drummer began to pull his boxers past his hips, exposing his firm length.

With a mischievous grin at Dougie, Harry began his decent , licking and biting at the boys skin on the way down. The drummer swiftly took him into his mouth. Dougie’s hips bucked upward involuntarily as he felt Harry’s skilled tongue swirl from base to tip. The brunette’s hands fell to his hips, holding him firmly to the mattress, as he continues to pump his arousal.

The boys shaking fingers threaded themselves through the drummers hair while moans filled his ears. Dougie’s mix of incoherent words, moans and pants echoed off the walls. Surely Tom and Danny could hear them but they didn’t seem to care. Harry slid his hand up the boy’s stomach, feeling the tight muscles beneath the skin as he ghosted his fingertips back down. A strangled cry came from Dougie’s gaping mouth as Harry sucked firmly on the tip of the bassist’s cock This was all it took to push the boy over the edge, his body went ridged. The drummer swallowing quickly as the blond came.

Harry kissed his way back to the boys mouth. Leisurely dragging his tongue over his damp skin as he went. Dougie looked at him through hooded eyes, “What was that?” he asked, bringing his hand to the drummers cheek.

“I would call that a distraction.” Harry said, flopping next to him, propping his head on his hand. Dougie smiled at him saying, “I should get scared more often.”