They were in Colorado Springs for the haunting of a military barracks -- old soldiers tended not to die gracefully -- when Sam and Dean decided to hit one of the quieter watering holes, just because it was close.
She was cute, definitely cute, with spikey blond hair and earnest blue eyes.
Dean's pass wasn't all that well received, but, jeeze, like it mattered she was a colonel. It wasn't like she was going to get any action from the lanky dark-haired guy she was with (that once over he gave Dean? She was definitely not his type) and the chubby guy who wouldn't shut up wasn't even in her league.
Normally Dean would have moved on to easier prey, but Sam was laughing at him from over at the bar -- now it was a matter of pride. So he started up a conversation with the lanky guy (his name was John and he smiled like he'd guessed what Dean was up to) and ended up liking him more than the chick.
"No shit?" John said when he learned Dean made most of his own weapons, and leaned forward, listening intensely as Dean described how to machine parts in the field -- like it was useful intel or something. Dean was getting a weird vibe from the guy, like he was more than just a pilot like he'd said.
Sam eventually sauntered over and pulled up a chair next to the blond chick. Over the tumble of conversation with John -- who knew way more about being in the field than any pilot should, and now Dean was curious -- he heard her start dropping big words like thermodynamo-something and radar tel-ometry or some shit.
"Stop me when this gets boring," she apologized mid-sentence.
"No, it's interesting, though I admit I'm a little over my head," Sam said with that shy smile. And Dean saw him catch her -- Colonel Sam Carter, wasn't it cute they were both named Sam? -- like a fish on a hook.
Normally, Dean would have a guy's balls for that. It just wasn't kosher to snag the girl he was hitting on. But Sam was his brother. He could afford to give him one every now and then.
Awww! One of the things I adore about their relationship on the show is that Dean never fails to try and get Sammy laid. Like it's going to solve all his problems or something. And like it's his job as a big brother to find Sam a girl. :p
The reasons anyone would love Sam seemed to be self-evident, but whether he loved Sam left him pondering the nature of love and its many layers and shades of meaning.
There was friendship, of course, but his feelings obviously went far deeper than say, his regard for Freddy Bolger, even though Fredegar had been a friend since he was hobbit lad. Naturally there was the physical aspects, which Frodo enjoyed of couse, but, he didn't consider that love, or else the parents of some of the larger hobbit families would be on better terms. There was the kind of high, noble love that he saw in Aragorn and Arwen; the very idea of feeling that way towards anyone made Frodo smile.
He wished Gandalf were about. He'd always been good for discussions of this nature.
Finally, after a several contemplative days, when Frodo realized his logic was going in the sort of circle for which Bilbo used to tease him, Frodo gave up and did what he always did: he broached the subject with Sam.
Sam considered it. "Love, well. That's for Elves and poetry, not for the likes of me I should think," Sam said. "I'm just happy to be here." He returned to his gardening without a second thought.
Having just rewatched the season finale, I'd be curious of your take on Bobby's love for Dean. (Um, in Supernatural, I mean, in case there are more series with a Bobby and a Dean.)
(I'd be thrilled by an exploration of Lorne's taste in DVD entertainment, but in my most secret heart of hearts I'm angling for something in the vein of Shaye's "Miss Anthropic" (http://fourteenlines.org/fiction/fanfic/missanthropic.html).)
Wonderfalls was a network TV show back in 2004—Fox aired 4 episodes and then cancelled it, but the full 13 episode season is available on DVD.
It was created by Bryan Fuller (creator of Dead Like Me) and Todd Holland (creator of Malcolm in the Middle), with Tim Minear as a co-showrunner. The show received more critical praise than anything I've ever heard of, and I personally fell in love with it about a minute and a half into the pilot's teaser. It was sort of a cross between Amélie and Joan of Arcadia, with a snarky slacker protagonist who gets messages from above via inanimate objects (like stuffed animals and logos) that prompt her to meddle in people's lives.
If you at all like shows or movies with a touch of magical realism, I'd highly recommend giving it a look-see. I'll even offer the loan of my own DVDs.
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Percy Weasley and Fred Weasley!
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Severus Snape and Gilderoy Lockhart
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She was cute, definitely cute, with spikey blond hair and earnest blue eyes.
Dean's pass wasn't all that well received, but, jeeze, like it mattered she was a colonel. It wasn't like she was going to get any action from the lanky dark-haired guy she was with (that once over he gave Dean? She was definitely not his type) and the chubby guy who wouldn't shut up wasn't even in her league.
Normally Dean would have moved on to easier prey, but Sam was laughing at him from over at the bar -- now it was a matter of pride. So he started up a conversation with the lanky guy (his name was John and he smiled like he'd guessed what Dean was up to) and ended up liking him more than the chick.
"No shit?" John said when he learned Dean made most of his own weapons, and leaned forward, listening intensely as Dean described how to machine parts in the field -- like it was useful intel or something. Dean was getting a weird vibe from the guy, like he was more than just a pilot like he'd said.
Sam eventually sauntered over and pulled up a chair next to the blond chick. Over the tumble of conversation with John -- who knew way more about being in the field than any pilot should, and now Dean was curious -- he heard her start dropping big words like thermodynamo-something and radar tel-ometry or some shit.
"Stop me when this gets boring," she apologized mid-sentence.
"No, it's interesting, though I admit I'm a little over my head," Sam said with that shy smile. And Dean saw him catch her -- Colonel Sam Carter, wasn't it cute they were both named Sam? -- like a fish on a hook.
Normally, Dean would have a guy's balls for that. It just wasn't kosher to snag the girl he was hitting on. But Sam was his brother. He could afford to give him one every now and then.
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If so, I present Severus Snape and Rodney McKay for your consideration.
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Not too hard...lol.
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The reasons anyone would love Sam seemed to be self-evident, but whether he loved Sam left him pondering the nature of love and its many layers and shades of meaning.
There was friendship, of course, but his feelings obviously went far deeper than say, his regard for Freddy Bolger, even though Fredegar had been a friend since he was hobbit lad. Naturally there was the physical aspects, which Frodo enjoyed of couse, but, he didn't consider that love, or else the parents of some of the larger hobbit families would be on better terms. There was the kind of high, noble love that he saw in Aragorn and Arwen; the very idea of feeling that way towards anyone made Frodo smile.
He wished Gandalf were about. He'd always been good for discussions of this nature.
Finally, after a several contemplative days, when Frodo realized his logic was going in the sort of circle for which Bilbo used to tease him, Frodo gave up and did what he always did: he broached the subject with Sam.
Sam considered it. "Love, well. That's for Elves and poetry, not for the likes of me I should think," Sam said. "I'm just happy to be here." He returned to his gardening without a second thought.
And that, to Frodo's mind, settled that.
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Thank you!
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(I'd be thrilled by an exploration of Lorne's taste in DVD entertainment, but in my most secret heart of hearts I'm angling for something in the vein of Shaye's "Miss Anthropic" (http://fourteenlines.org/fiction/fanfic/missanthropic.html).)
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Wonderfalls was a network TV show back in 2004—Fox aired 4 episodes and then cancelled it, but the full 13 episode season is available on DVD.
It was created by Bryan Fuller (creator of Dead Like Me) and Todd Holland (creator of Malcolm in the Middle), with Tim Minear as a co-showrunner. The show received more critical praise than anything I've ever heard of, and I personally fell in love with it about a minute and a half into the pilot's teaser. It was sort of a cross between Amélie and Joan of Arcadia, with a snarky slacker protagonist who gets messages from above via inanimate objects (like stuffed animals and logos) that prompt her to meddle in people's lives.
If you at all like shows or movies with a touch of magical realism, I'd highly recommend giving it a look-see. I'll even offer the loan of my own DVDs.
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