SPN Fic: Basium Angeli
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feliciakwLookee, lookee. A real SPN fic. For to actually read.
A "Jus in Bello" missing scene. Because Musey insisted.
Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
izhilzha. She outdid herself with an uber-fast turnaround. This, I think, is the fastest I've ever posted a fic.
Standard disclaimers apply. Not mine, no money, etcetera, etcetera, and so on.
Basium Angeli
“Thank you.” Nancy Fitzgerald looked up gratefully at the men in front of her. The Winchester brothers were dangerous men—dangerous, mysterious, frightening. Kind of like real angels, she decided, because angels weren’t the cute, chubby little babies everyone thought they were. Angels were powerful warriors with gleaming armor and flaming swords who fought evil face-to-face and hand-to-hand. “You saved our lives.”
“Here.” Sam offered her something. Of the two of these men, he frightened her more, his gaze intense and shadowed with a dark sense of regret. But he knew the Latin exorcism like he knew his own name, and recognized when to use it, and for that she felt an enormous respect and admiration. Now he looked at her with eyes full of earnestness, sadness, and concern. She looked at her rosary as he held it out to her. She reached for it, but hesitated. A smile quirked the side of Sam’s lips, and she thought that if they’d met anywhere else, they’d probably have been friends. “It’s okay. I washed it.” Nancy took it carefully from his hand. “I’m sorry I scared you back there. You did good. Thank you.”
Nancy smiled at him. “I’m just glad you’re on our side.” She leaned in timidly and stood on her toes. A slightly puzzled frown creased his forehead as he bent forward to meet her, and she brushed a quick kiss against his cheek. He smiled at her again, then looked to his brother. Dean gave a brief nod, which Sam returned. They seemed to agree on something unspoken, and Sam left, Nancy supposed, to start packing their equipment into their car.
She turned her attention to Dean. Suddenly she was very nervous, and not in a way that had anything to do with being alone with a man she so recently believed to be a ruthless killer.
“Thanks again for patching me up,” Dean said as he offered her a quick smile.
Nancy nodded. “You should get it looked at as soon as you can.” She averted her eyes shyly for a moment, fingering her rosary beads absently. “And thank you for saving my life.” Taking a step closer to him, she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as well.
Dean shifted from one foot to another and huffed a nervous chuckle. “Well, hey, it's a life worth saving.”
Nancy smiled self-consciously. She found herself speaking before she even knew what she was saying. “I’ve never been kissed before.”
Dean blinked in surprise at the comment. “Never?”
Nancy pressed her lips together in a small smile and shook her head.
Dean seemed at a loss. “Do you want to be?”
Nancy felt lightheaded. She’d made a choice how she wanted to live her life, a choice she was secure in, and it was no one’s business but hers. But kissing didn’t have to mean sex, and standing here with the man who had saved her life, who’d saved her from becoming a human sacrifice—who’d fought demons to save them all—who’d led them to victory over the literal forces of evil . . . Her heart pounding, she nodded quickly.
She tried not to shake as he stepped toward her. He gently took her face in his hands and tilted it up toward his own. His fingers were warm on her cheeks and jaw, and he looked deeply into her eyes, as if he could read her thoughts and see her soul. She returned his gaze, amazed at the multihued green that searched her so intently. God, You gave him such beautiful eyes. His eyes were full of compassion, reverence, respect. A thumb caressed her cheek.
He tipped her face ever so slightly as he bent in and closed his eyes. She allowed her own eyes to fall closed as she felt his lips brush gently against her own. His touch was tender; the barest sensation of her breath being drawn from her own lips made them tingle. She returned the kiss, gently drawing his breath into her, trying not to lose herself in the tingling that spread from her lips through the rest of her.
Before the sensation could threaten to overwhelm her, Dean pulled away. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her again, a soft smile quirking the corner of his mouth. His hands slid from her cheeks to her shoulders, and she thought he must feel her trembling. His eyes traveled to the silver cross pendant resting on her chest, and she fingered it out of habit as she licked her lips.
Dean caught her eye again, giving her the comfortable smile she’d come to understand as reassurance that everything was going to be alright. “Thank you,” he said again.
She nodded once, then released a quivering breath as she watched him stride away to join his brother.
A "Jus in Bello" missing scene. Because Musey insisted.
Many thanks to
izhilzha. She outdid herself with an uber-fast turnaround. This, I think, is the fastest I've ever posted a fic.Standard disclaimers apply. Not mine, no money, etcetera, etcetera, and so on.
Basium Angeli
“Thank you.” Nancy Fitzgerald looked up gratefully at the men in front of her. The Winchester brothers were dangerous men—dangerous, mysterious, frightening. Kind of like real angels, she decided, because angels weren’t the cute, chubby little babies everyone thought they were. Angels were powerful warriors with gleaming armor and flaming swords who fought evil face-to-face and hand-to-hand. “You saved our lives.”
“Here.” Sam offered her something. Of the two of these men, he frightened her more, his gaze intense and shadowed with a dark sense of regret. But he knew the Latin exorcism like he knew his own name, and recognized when to use it, and for that she felt an enormous respect and admiration. Now he looked at her with eyes full of earnestness, sadness, and concern. She looked at her rosary as he held it out to her. She reached for it, but hesitated. A smile quirked the side of Sam’s lips, and she thought that if they’d met anywhere else, they’d probably have been friends. “It’s okay. I washed it.” Nancy took it carefully from his hand. “I’m sorry I scared you back there. You did good. Thank you.”
Nancy smiled at him. “I’m just glad you’re on our side.” She leaned in timidly and stood on her toes. A slightly puzzled frown creased his forehead as he bent forward to meet her, and she brushed a quick kiss against his cheek. He smiled at her again, then looked to his brother. Dean gave a brief nod, which Sam returned. They seemed to agree on something unspoken, and Sam left, Nancy supposed, to start packing their equipment into their car.
She turned her attention to Dean. Suddenly she was very nervous, and not in a way that had anything to do with being alone with a man she so recently believed to be a ruthless killer.
“Thanks again for patching me up,” Dean said as he offered her a quick smile.
Nancy nodded. “You should get it looked at as soon as you can.” She averted her eyes shyly for a moment, fingering her rosary beads absently. “And thank you for saving my life.” Taking a step closer to him, she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as well.
Dean shifted from one foot to another and huffed a nervous chuckle. “Well, hey, it's a life worth saving.”
Nancy smiled self-consciously. She found herself speaking before she even knew what she was saying. “I’ve never been kissed before.”
Dean blinked in surprise at the comment. “Never?”
Nancy pressed her lips together in a small smile and shook her head.
Dean seemed at a loss. “Do you want to be?”
Nancy felt lightheaded. She’d made a choice how she wanted to live her life, a choice she was secure in, and it was no one’s business but hers. But kissing didn’t have to mean sex, and standing here with the man who had saved her life, who’d saved her from becoming a human sacrifice—who’d fought demons to save them all—who’d led them to victory over the literal forces of evil . . . Her heart pounding, she nodded quickly.
She tried not to shake as he stepped toward her. He gently took her face in his hands and tilted it up toward his own. His fingers were warm on her cheeks and jaw, and he looked deeply into her eyes, as if he could read her thoughts and see her soul. She returned his gaze, amazed at the multihued green that searched her so intently. God, You gave him such beautiful eyes. His eyes were full of compassion, reverence, respect. A thumb caressed her cheek.
He tipped her face ever so slightly as he bent in and closed his eyes. She allowed her own eyes to fall closed as she felt his lips brush gently against her own. His touch was tender; the barest sensation of her breath being drawn from her own lips made them tingle. She returned the kiss, gently drawing his breath into her, trying not to lose herself in the tingling that spread from her lips through the rest of her.
Before the sensation could threaten to overwhelm her, Dean pulled away. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her again, a soft smile quirking the corner of his mouth. His hands slid from her cheeks to her shoulders, and she thought he must feel her trembling. His eyes traveled to the silver cross pendant resting on her chest, and she fingered it out of habit as she licked her lips.
Dean caught her eye again, giving her the comfortable smile she’d come to understand as reassurance that everything was going to be alright. “Thank you,” he said again.
She nodded once, then released a quivering breath as she watched him stride away to join his brother.
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Date: 2008-02-24 04:41 am (UTC)May I assume that this is going up on ff.net as well?
Also, which would you prefer me to link to when I rec this? :-)
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Date: 2008-02-24 04:57 am (UTC)Either/or for the rec, I guess. I was going to post it to spn_gen, but then I realized that some people (most people?) might consider this romance or het (which would be a streeeeetch), and I'm not sure if it would be acceptable over there.
But I'm goin' to bed now. It's almost midnight. :-)
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Date: 2008-02-25 07:42 am (UTC)Go put it out there! This is too good a story to not be read by all.
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Date: 2008-02-25 11:55 am (UTC)I brought up the gen/het issue, and she countered by saying that SPN seems to be a "gen equals not-slash/not-incest" fandom
Oh, that's good to know, since that's pretty much what I'm used to from my dealings with TS.
Go put it out there!
Okay, okay. I'm goin'. I'm goin'. Sheesh.
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Date: 2008-02-25 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-26 01:36 am (UTC)Thanks for stopping by.
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Date: 2008-07-29 08:09 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-07-30 01:56 am (UTC)Sweet and hot . . . it sounds like a salsa. I write salsa?
I'm delighted you liked it (and that you took the time to tell me). :-D
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Date: 2008-08-08 03:38 am (UTC)*mems, and sends you cookies*
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Date: 2008-08-09 08:15 pm (UTC)I'm delighted you enjoyed the piece, and that you took the time to tell me. As a gen reader/writer (with the occasional side of het in the reading), I'm particularly pleased that you found this to be a nice change.
And how delightful to see Blair in your icon
Thanks for stopping by!
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Date: 2008-08-09 10:08 pm (UTC)I <3 my Blair Icons and The Sentinel.
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Date: 2008-12-08 12:22 pm (UTC)I have to disagree with Nancy here - the kiss with Dean is sex. In most endearing way possible.
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Date: 2008-12-09 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 12:07 pm (UTC)Yep. His Thanx to her was so sweet - for me it was almost similar to his gratitude to Anna later - different circumstances but similar thanks.
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Date: 2009-07-19 07:57 pm (UTC)Because this is GORGEOUS. Just so, so beautiful. The emotions are lovely and true to character (as opposed to the fics I *did* see where Dean hauls Nancy off to a back room because he can't stand the poor sweet child being a virgin). I'm sorry it's gotten so little attention, because it's beautiful work. Be proud of it!
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Date: 2009-07-19 10:03 pm (UTC)I don't think so. I posted this in February 2008, and I don't think we started corresponding until April.
(I wrote one fic prior to this one, based on "Scarecrow," if you need something quick to read.)
And thank you so much for the great feedback! I'm delighted you liked this, and I'm doubly pleased that it tracks with the characters as presented in the show. (Personally, I don't believe for a moment that Dean would have deflowered Nancy. He seemed to be entirely to respectful of her choice for that.)
Ironically, my brain started to piece together a follow-up snippet wherein Dean ponders being Nancy's "first," and Sam jumps to all the wrong conclusions (and starts to chew him out in his oh-so-Sam-like fashion). But then I thought that would take away from this fic, so it never happened.
Because, yes, this is one of my fics of which I am most proud.
I'm starting to wonder if maybe it didn't get much attention because it didn't belong in the spn_gen comm. I obviously have a vastly different interpretation of what "het" means.
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Date: 2009-07-19 08:15 pm (UTC)Sorry I missed it the first time around.
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Date: 2009-07-19 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-26 01:40 am (UTC)Regards,
HoL
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Date: 2009-08-26 01:52 am (UTC)Dean might be a horn dog, but when it comes to truly caring about a woman, he's an old-fashioned romantic at hear, yes, indeed. And that's one of the things I saw in this ep--that a pretty girl who was actually a virgin is such a rarity in his experience that it's something to be respected and protected. *hearts him*
I actually wrote an essay-like entry comparing and contrasting the brothers in that regard: It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for . . . (http://feliciakw.livejournal.com/tag/the+boys+and+their+women)
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Date: 2009-08-26 01:20 pm (UTC)"Hi! I have a question for Eric. Did you and the writers plan for Sam to be all 'rawr' in his love scenes and for Dean to be romantic in his? Or was it planned out by the actors and the director of the episode? Thank you."
Hahahahahahaha...I'm such a dork.
Regards,
HoL
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Date: 2010-03-21 06:05 am (UTC)This is I think one of the most adorable and touching "fix-it" fics I've read about her. I love that she's sort of scared of Sam, even though she recognizes they probably would've been friends had they met differently. "It's okay. I washed it." Hah!
And that kiss was so sweet. Being myself in similar circumstances as Nancy, I'm thrilled that her first kiss was with Dean. I'm of the opinion that every girl's first kiss should be Dean, because he would be as respectful as he was here and make it a good one.
God, You gave him such beautiful eyes - favorite line!
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Date: 2010-03-22 09:30 pm (UTC)And thanks so much for the great feedback. I had fun with this one; the muse felt it just needed to be written. I'm delighted you enjoyed the characterizations and the way it played out. I loved the dynamic between Nancy and the boys (especially Nancy and Dean), and this gave me the opportunity to explore that a little bit.
I'm of the opinion that every girl's first kiss should be Dean,
Somehow, I don't think Dean would object. ;-)
(Unless she's a 14-year-old behind the school bleachers. Then I think he'd politely decline.)