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Title: My Daddy Was A Soldier Man - Part 2/7
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kellifer_fic
Fandom: SPN/SGA
Rating: PG (language/adult themes)
Category: Crossover
Words: 475 (Commitment 200-woo!)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: All mistakes are mine. This all began with My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |
The gangways spanning the upper-most reaches of the city are fast becoming Dean’s favourite place.
He runs, the only sound accompanying him the gentle thump-thump-thump of his brother’s and Ronon’s feet. He and Sam used to go on early morning runs as a matter of course when they were younger, even when their father was away. It’s nice to get back into the rythmn of it. Ronon is a welcome shadow, far more than the stony-faced marines both he and Sam have had to put up with since they stepped foot on Atlantis.
“I mean, some people still look at me like I’m going to jump them in the hallways,” Sam is complaining, his voice broken only to drag in breaths. Both of them are really having to push it to keep up with Ronon.
“Just give them the puppy eyes,” Dean suggests with a smirk. He hears Sam curse low under his breath but can’t quite catch the words. He’s pretty sure it will have something to do with him being a jerk.
“It’ll take time,” Ronon says from the other side, sounding annoyingly normal. “It took a while for people to accept me.”
“Big ol’ cuddly teddy like you?” Dean says, reaching out and tapping knuckles on Ronon’s shoulder. “Say it ain’t so!”
“Maybe it’s because of that guy I killed with a spoon,” Ronon muses and Dean stops dead in his tracks. Sam is chortling behind his hand and Dean rolls his eyes.
“Oh that is not funny,” Dean snaps. He’s done in, neither his brother nor Ronon allowing for his shorter legs, and he takes the opportunity to lean over, hands braced in his knees and breathe deep.
“Aw, is little Dean tired?” Sam teases and Dean levels a narrow-eyed gaze at him. Sam is bright red, hair plastered to his forehead and sticking up in the back in sweaty spikes.
“Oh, that is it,” Dean growls and launches himself at Sam. Ronon steps neatly out of the way and then just leans a hip against the railing. The whole gangway shudders when Dean manages to sweep Sam’s legs out from under him and get him pinned. With Sam, he has to get the upper hand quickly or he’s done for, what with Sam’s height and weight advantage.
Dean manages to get Sam half flipped sideways so one arm and one leg are off the ground and he has no leverage. Sam still tries, jerking in such a way that Dean would love to have a camera. Finally Sam goes limp. “Uncle,” he grits.
“Oh no, Sammy. I need the special give today.”
Dean feels Sam’s face against his knee and wonders if he’s going to get teeth to his knee cap but Sam just sighs instead, sounding completely put-upon. “I’m the prettiest princess in all the land,” Sam finally says.
By:
kellifer_ficFandom: SPN/SGA
Rating: PG (language/adult themes)
Category: Crossover
Words: 475 (Commitment 200-woo!)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: All mistakes are mine. This all began with My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |
The gangways spanning the upper-most reaches of the city are fast becoming Dean’s favourite place.
He runs, the only sound accompanying him the gentle thump-thump-thump of his brother’s and Ronon’s feet. He and Sam used to go on early morning runs as a matter of course when they were younger, even when their father was away. It’s nice to get back into the rythmn of it. Ronon is a welcome shadow, far more than the stony-faced marines both he and Sam have had to put up with since they stepped foot on Atlantis.
“I mean, some people still look at me like I’m going to jump them in the hallways,” Sam is complaining, his voice broken only to drag in breaths. Both of them are really having to push it to keep up with Ronon.
“Just give them the puppy eyes,” Dean suggests with a smirk. He hears Sam curse low under his breath but can’t quite catch the words. He’s pretty sure it will have something to do with him being a jerk.
“It’ll take time,” Ronon says from the other side, sounding annoyingly normal. “It took a while for people to accept me.”
“Big ol’ cuddly teddy like you?” Dean says, reaching out and tapping knuckles on Ronon’s shoulder. “Say it ain’t so!”
“Maybe it’s because of that guy I killed with a spoon,” Ronon muses and Dean stops dead in his tracks. Sam is chortling behind his hand and Dean rolls his eyes.
“Oh that is not funny,” Dean snaps. He’s done in, neither his brother nor Ronon allowing for his shorter legs, and he takes the opportunity to lean over, hands braced in his knees and breathe deep.
“Aw, is little Dean tired?” Sam teases and Dean levels a narrow-eyed gaze at him. Sam is bright red, hair plastered to his forehead and sticking up in the back in sweaty spikes.
“Oh, that is it,” Dean growls and launches himself at Sam. Ronon steps neatly out of the way and then just leans a hip against the railing. The whole gangway shudders when Dean manages to sweep Sam’s legs out from under him and get him pinned. With Sam, he has to get the upper hand quickly or he’s done for, what with Sam’s height and weight advantage.
Dean manages to get Sam half flipped sideways so one arm and one leg are off the ground and he has no leverage. Sam still tries, jerking in such a way that Dean would love to have a camera. Finally Sam goes limp. “Uncle,” he grits.
“Oh no, Sammy. I need the special give today.”
Dean feels Sam’s face against his knee and wonders if he’s going to get teeth to his knee cap but Sam just sighs instead, sounding completely put-upon. “I’m the prettiest princess in all the land,” Sam finally says.