hasperkynipples: (text } { no need to say goodbye)
Title: The Good Life
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 7. Your Wildest Dreams
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.

The Good Life )

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hasperkynipples: ([cassie] where these dreams go)
Title: The Ice Cream Date Challenge
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 5. The Perfect Kiss
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.

The Ice Cream Date Challenge )

1166 words
hasperkynipples: ([future] righteous)
[All characters mentioned are members of [livejournal.com profile] shorttriptohell and used with permission, or NPCs.]

Title: In the Light, You Will Find the Road
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 3. Red Rain
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural, the Buffyverse, Leverage or Smallville. They belong to the CW, TNT and Joss Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.

In the Light, You Will Find the Road )

5135 words
hasperkynipples: ([text] human after all)
Title: You’re Not Alone
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 4. A Warm Place
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Smallville. They belong to the CW.

You’re Not Alone )

1155 words
hasperkynipples: ([dean] pretty)
[For [livejournal.com profile] feltalone. Art by the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] smokeandsong.]



I’m okay, I’m alright, I ain’t gonna face no defeat …  )


  • You originally asked for something related to [livejournal.com profile] the_4th_seal, but the new Dean was louder, so he’s the one who got the attention. I hope that’s okay.

  • This turned out a little more melancholoy than I thought it would. I thought that by picking the happier verse it would be … happier? But Dean is still pretty depressing in any verse.

  • There are also a lot of showtunes on this mix. I didn’t mean for it to be that way. I was originally going to use the Glee version of “Somebody to Love” for the title track because it’s more of a duet, but I wanted that particular stanza with the “broken heart” line and that only came with the We Will Rock You version.

  • hasperkynipples: ([text] lost)
    [Set in [livejournal.com profile] shorttriptohell, but mostly backstory. [livejournal.com profile] horsewoman_lana is used with permission and love. Set pre-S1, and is basically a rewrite of Smallville Season 4.]

    When Dean arrived in Smallville, he didn’t want to be Dean Winchester.

    It was just after Sam’s twenty-first birthday, and Dean had been driving ever since he left Stanford. He hadn’t seen his brother for his birthday. He hadn’t been the one to take him to a bar for the first time legally and getting him wasted. Sam had friends for that now. He didn’t need his father, or his brother, apparently. He could find replacements for all of them in his shiny new life in Palo Alto. What the hell did he need Dean for?

    What the hell did anyone need Dean for?

    He wasn’t sure what brought on this sudden bout of self-loathing, or maybe it wasn’t all that sudden at all. Ever since Cassie, things in Dean’s life just seemed to keep slipping lower and lower, and while he didn’t know how to fix it, he knew that he just wanted a break. He left his dad hunting a coven in Wyoming, dropped by Stanford to make sure Sam was still in one piece, then headed east. He rolled into Smallville with the intention of just disappearing obscurely into some small town where no one knew his name. He wouldn’t do what his brother did. He would answer the phone if someone needed him, but beyond that, Dean Winchester was off the grid. And until necessary, he wasn’t coming back.

    He pulled the Impala into a parking spot in front of a building called the Talon, and made his way inside. It was a slow afternoon, and there weren’t a whole lot of people around, just an odd coffee drinker and the girl behind the counter. He strode his way over, leaning against the counter as he looked around. The girl had a great ass and a pretty smile, and when she turned around, there was that small falter in the smile before it widened, a sign of interest if he ever saw one.

    *** )
    hasperkynipples: ([dean] emo)
    [Set in [livejournal.com profile] the_4th_seal. Lana is [livejournal.com profile] horsewoman_lana and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Dean/Lana future fic with the prompt “gain.” Set after THIS. Haven’t watched Smallville in a while and didn’t write Lana that often so any ooc-ness is all me.]

    “If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn. People die. But real love lives forever.”

    He stood out in the field for hours, shouting at the sky trying to get the angels’ attention. He shouted at the sky until he was blue in the face, till his throat was hoarse, but none of them came. Not a single one of them was listening, and now Dean was feeling even more alone than he had when he and Sam had gone their separate ways all that time ago. It wasn’t just that Sam was gone. It was that he was gone, and he had no way to get him back. He still didn’t know where the Colt was, and it wasn’t like he had any other options.

    Now would have been the time for Michael. Now Dean had nothing left, nothing else to lose, and it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t get to see the end result when it was all over. As far as he was concerned, this was the end. He didn’t even have Sam to go back to. To find in some out of the way place, all in one piece where they could try and fix things.

    He hated feeling this useless. He hated feeling like he was only good if he gave someone else his body. But if this was all he was good for, the prophecy didn’t make any sense. Why would they say the one who started it would be the one to stop it if all he had to do was say yes to Michael? There was no redemption in that. That was just him being a vessel, an empty container for the person doing the real work, then that didn’t seem like he was stopping anything. He was just passing the buck to someone else. That wasn’t redemption. That was taking a short cut.

    As he made his way back into the camp, he avoided the lights of the fires and the house lights. He didn’t want to be seen or to speak to anyone, because they would more than likely ask him if he was okay, and he really didn’t want to answer that question. He wasn’t sure he had an answer, and his throat hurt too much to talk anyway. He had just reached the door of his cabin and thought that he had gotten away clean when he heard the soft voice behind him.

    “Dean?”

    *** )

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