swan_bite

On a sticky warm morning, Sam Winchester drove to the outskirts of Lawrence, Kansas and walked straight up to the gates of hell. He pounded on them with a knife of cold and blessed iron clutched in his fist and as many names of god as he knew on his lips and tongue. He wasn't afraid, not like he'd been in those last sickening days before the hellhounds came for Dean. Took Dean because Sam had fucked up. Because Sam hadn't found the right way to stop them, not in time. Not without a price that Dean didn't want him to pay and for some reason that had seemed important then.

It isn't the fall that's terrifying so much as the sound of it, the wind wrenching past her skin, whipping her hair into her face and her mouth. Just before she hits the ground, she thinks, what if. She thinks about Philippa and James; she thinks about Dom. She thinks, what if I never see you again. But the concrete is rushing up to meet her, and she breathes in, forcing herself to know this world is not real and:

She opens her eyes. His eyelashes are the first thing she sees, steady and dark and firm; the rest of his face slowly blurs into focus, lines familiar and beloved. She lies still for a moment, listening to the sound of herself breathing, and then she says his name. Dom, she murmurs, and her mouth is dry so it comes out warped and she tries again, desperate. Dom.

“I see,” Eames says awkwardly. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

Arthur rubs tiredly at his face. “Do you think you can sleep, now that we’re home?”

Eames furrows his brow, feeling oddly apologetic, as if he’s letting Arthur down when he says, “But I’m not, Arthur.”

“What?”

“Home.”

The break up two years ago of heart-throb Arthur Pendragon, star of The Moment of Truth and Valiant, and Morgana Lefay, Valiant and To Kill the King, had fans around the country… he skipped that bit, he knew that bit. Not only had he been there for the whole of that ill-advised romance, he had also read all the coverage of it, and its aftermath, in the papers, and seen it on TV, and the Internet. …Yesterday, our reporter caught this image of the two of them leaving from a star-studded party together! Is love in the air once more for this high-profile couple? Have they seen past their differences? Sources close to Morgana suggest that the answer may be yes. We can only hope that these two have worked things out and look forward to an announcement shortly.

"Now, I personally feel that a little minor discomfort is no reason to mollycoddle a student with a full body cast and a cushy three-month stay at the hospital. Most of his bones are fine, and I do not condone laziness. But because of liability concerns, I am not allowed to put him back on the squad until he has a doctor's release. So, congratulations, New Kid. You are now a member of a five-time national champion cheerleading squad."

"What?" Dean asks. "You . . . you want me to be a cheerleader?"

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