» Until my last breath. ][ k e n t c h e s t e r ][
It didn’t matter how long the job went on — How many states it spanned — Dean Winchester always sorely missed one thing: Clark Kent. The brunet had been a close family friend for years, nearly longer than the seasoned Hunter could count. Dean always made a point to stop in and see Clark over the years — And he certainly tried to swing by on holidays; Thanksgiving — Christmas — Occasionally New Years Eve.
"—- Dean." The soft and concerned voice of the younger of the Winchester brothers broke through the thoughts of the man currently seated with his feet up on the dinky kitchen table in the Motel room they’d rented — Nursing a semi-warm beer in his lap. Emerald eyes that seemed eternally tired flickered over, a brow raising. "— Go, man. Go home. I know you miss him." The words caught Dean by surprise and the Hunter blinked at Sam for a moment or two before making some sort of indiscernible noise in the back of his throat as he looked away. “I’m serious man.” The beer was suddenly plucked from calloused hands and the brunet made a disgruntled sound as he looked at Sam.
”What the Hell, man?” He huffed, legs coming down from the table as he sat up a bit more in the chair. There was an almost tense silence in which the brothers stared at one another — Sam’s expression determined, Dean’s stubborn. But the seasoned Hunter finally broke and looked away, knowing that his brother was right. Dean wasn’t going to admit the fact, however — And merely stood with a low sigh. "Fine." It was all he said as he moved past the taller to grab his bag of clothes. The keys to the Impala were grabbed. "Call y’when ‘m on the way back."
Four hours later, he was in Kansas — Pulling up the long drive to the Kent farm. Killing the engine to his precious car, Dean sat in the seat for a moment. He knew Clark had probably long since caught the familiar sound of the Impala, but still he hesitated. It’d been a good long six months since he’d last time he’d seen the Hero — And God, did Dean miss him. Finally moving, he grabbed the bag from beside him and clambered from the car.
Do you honestly need to ask? Maybe Spabbit? Spineworth?
[ Aaaall of ‘em. 8D ]
[ Hey, hey you. Michael/The Spine y/y? ]
» You’ll Know that We’ll be There [Crossover] [Dean Winchester/Ranger!Kelsey]
Dean walked around behind her – dropping his hands onto her shoulders – beginning to expertly knead at the tense muscles just beneath the surface. “Hah, best my ass. I’m just too old to know anythin’ else.”
Some of the tension rolled from her shoulders and Kelsey let out a soft sigh. “Yeah, well — Comes in handy,” She murmured — Tipping her head back to look at him.
» One More Night. [Crossover.] [Kelly and The Spine.]
Leaning in, she would press her lips to his cheek – regardless of the oil stained there. Her breath rattled – taking far too long to leave her. He’d feel her slowly go still in his arms. Her heart, her lungs. Eyes having stayed fluttered shut as she had pecked his cheek. The hand slips, falling away from his neck.
One of his hands curled into her hair, his face pressing into her neck as the oil continued to drip down his faceplate. He refused to move from her side — His arms curled tenderly around her still frame.
» Here Comes the Power Again [Power Rangers; Dino Thunder] [Jason and Tommy]
“Yeah, it has,” Jason couldn’t find himself disagreeing with those words. The nickname hitting him like a lineball to the chest. “Tora.”
His own nickname hits him just as hard, and he swallows — Tongue wetting his lower lip. The white shirt that Jason has on doesn’t go unnoticed, and he can’t stop the grin that works across his face.
» With eyes closed tightly, I march so blindly. [Crossover] [AU;The Spine/Kelly]
Her cheeks flushed hotly as he called her beautiful, the bashful look making her eyes twinkle softly. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, even if I was sick.” She admits quietly.
"Mmh. Now, now — If you were sick I wouldn’t even think about letting you come." He smiled fondly at her, kissing her nose. "—- You’d be tucked up in bed with one of the Walter Girls to keep an eye on you."
» Your grin’s the sweetest that I’ve ever seen [Crossover] [Human!Spine//Kelly]
Her fingers flex into the skin captured just beneath – legs clutched around his waist – head falling back slightly. Those nails dig, threatened to tear the flesh – a thread of noises escape her, hips eager to keep up the rhythm. “The Spine…” It’s breathless, hoarse – a plea of what he’s doing to her and how much she’s enjoying it.
The Spine’s back arched slightly as he kept up the rhythm, the hand that was curled into the brunette’s hair flexed slightly as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.
» If you promised not to fade away. [Steam Powered Giraffe.] [Nightingale and The Spine.]
Leaning, she placed a slim hand against his cheek. “It was not my intention.” Of course he’d know that – she hated to worry anyone. “I am sorry.”
"I know you didn’t," He murmured, clicking into a soft smile as he watched her — His hand lifting to curl over the one she had on his cheek.