More Heaven Can Wait (SPN)
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mf_luder_xfOk, wow, it's been awhile for this fic, but I finally got around to it again, and am steadily working on new parts beyond what I'm posting now. If you want to refresh your memory, you can go to this post, and it links to all of them in order. Main header found there as well.
Prologue 1 of Heaven Can Wait
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CHAPTER 1
Winter, 2024
Andrew Joseph Bronson II sat in his favorite spot, a small hidden cove on the miles and miles of beach, flinging stones and shells into the grayish ocean. He and his dad had gotten into another fight, as usual, and he'd come running here to sort things out, surfboard in hand. He never felt so at peace as when he surfed, but unfortunately, the water was too choppy today, not safe without at least one other pair of eyes.
It was times like this when he wished he had a brother. Someone who liked the same things as he did, someone he could relate to, better than any best friend simply because they were blood. But, multiple kids weren't feasible on a basic military budget.
And yet sometimes, he felt like another half of him was missing. His mom told him he was just searching for the right girl, and when he found her, that emptiness would fill right up. That didn't seem right though, beyond the fact that he wasn't interested in girls. To him it was as if he's gone all eighteen years of his life without someone. He'd always wondered if another sibling would have filled the void.
He leaned back against his resting rock that so resembled a chair. He ran a hand through sun-bleached locks, fingering the bangs his mom told him were getting too long. He liked the cut; another thing his father hated.
Andrew Bronson was a sergeant stationed at Fort Bragg his whole life. He wasn't anything special, but liked to think he was. Took out his inner general on his family, insisting they do what he wanted, when he wanted it. Drew had to admit he could be very loving—there was no doubt he worshiped Drew's mother—but he never let the emotion show long. He'd been a military man all his life and thought there was nothing greater than fighting body and soul for your country that, “gave everything for its citizens freedoms, fought the Germans, the Russians, and the Chinese to keep its economy strong, and kept up a shining moral shield which reflected on every other country”. Drew was hard pressed not to tell him that two of those wars had happened in the last century, and that he hadn't fought in those wars so what did he care? But anyone who interfered with the Sergeant's patriotism was in for a nasty shock. So Drew kept quiet. He also didn't disappoint his father by telling him about his affinity for men rather than women. In a country that had finally sanctioned gay marriage, his father was someone who should have been born in the 1950's rather than the 1970's.
But that brought him right back to the latest argument with his old man. His father was determined Drew was going to become a military man like himself—what greater honor was there?—and since he hadn't gone to college, Drew didn't need to either.
So when Drew had been too slow getting home from school that day to get the mail before his father did, he had received a two-hour long, ear-splitting lecture, on how Drew didn't appreciate what was given to him and how come his father's life had never been good enough for him, before he had left the house.
His father had found the acceptance letter from Stanford.
And all of the acceptance letters had come out then, letters from places like Yale, Gonzaga, University of Texas and so on.
He wasn't sure what his father would do when he found out that of all the schools, Drew wanted to attend a relatively small school in the mid-west. He himself wasn't sure why he was attracted to it—not when his teachers were so proud he had been accepted to Ivy League, and when his friends encouraged USC so he could maybe make it onto the football team and party it up. Washburn University was the one that pulled him though, almost as if his name was on it. It had a great archaeological program, what Drew was hoping to major in. And a good religious studies minor. Drew's family wasn't particularly religious, but he'd always found the mythology and legends in various cultures and religions to be fascinating.
Drew dreamt that once he graduated from college, he'd find his life partner and together they'd explore the world, finding great treasures, exploring ancient cultures and customs, and surfing beautiful beaches in their off time. He fancied himself like Indiana Jones, out there, hunting down ancient relics, maybe stopping the evil spirits when needed.
He snickered to himself. He was such a sap.
He knew he was going—nothing his father wanted could change that. Military life wasn't for him. He'd made a life of rebellion and he'd continue to do so.
His graceful nose sniffed the air and Drew poked his head out of the cave. It was misting, the sun was setting. He should get back now. His father had probably gone back onto base to drink with his buddies and his mom was out with her friend Lucy tonight, doing...whatever women did. Watching some stupid chick-flick, most likely.
He stood, stretching his 5'8 frame to it's fullest potential, enjoying the way muscles rippled beneath his pleasantly golden skin. He'd been told many times, by men and women alike, that he must be a god's son, like one of those Greek gods he studied so much. He smiled as he thought about two nights ago when the man at the local gay club who was toted as being a hard-to-get-only-tops man had fallen at his feet with only one dance and a few kisses, begging to be Drew's bottom.
Men were so easy.
He grabbed his surfboard and jogged the three miles home, humming a very old Metallica tune.
Interlude 3
Prologue 1 of Heaven Can Wait
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Winter, 2024
Andrew Joseph Bronson II sat in his favorite spot, a small hidden cove on the miles and miles of beach, flinging stones and shells into the grayish ocean. He and his dad had gotten into another fight, as usual, and he'd come running here to sort things out, surfboard in hand. He never felt so at peace as when he surfed, but unfortunately, the water was too choppy today, not safe without at least one other pair of eyes.
It was times like this when he wished he had a brother. Someone who liked the same things as he did, someone he could relate to, better than any best friend simply because they were blood. But, multiple kids weren't feasible on a basic military budget.
And yet sometimes, he felt like another half of him was missing. His mom told him he was just searching for the right girl, and when he found her, that emptiness would fill right up. That didn't seem right though, beyond the fact that he wasn't interested in girls. To him it was as if he's gone all eighteen years of his life without someone. He'd always wondered if another sibling would have filled the void.
He leaned back against his resting rock that so resembled a chair. He ran a hand through sun-bleached locks, fingering the bangs his mom told him were getting too long. He liked the cut; another thing his father hated.
Andrew Bronson was a sergeant stationed at Fort Bragg his whole life. He wasn't anything special, but liked to think he was. Took out his inner general on his family, insisting they do what he wanted, when he wanted it. Drew had to admit he could be very loving—there was no doubt he worshiped Drew's mother—but he never let the emotion show long. He'd been a military man all his life and thought there was nothing greater than fighting body and soul for your country that, “gave everything for its citizens freedoms, fought the Germans, the Russians, and the Chinese to keep its economy strong, and kept up a shining moral shield which reflected on every other country”. Drew was hard pressed not to tell him that two of those wars had happened in the last century, and that he hadn't fought in those wars so what did he care? But anyone who interfered with the Sergeant's patriotism was in for a nasty shock. So Drew kept quiet. He also didn't disappoint his father by telling him about his affinity for men rather than women. In a country that had finally sanctioned gay marriage, his father was someone who should have been born in the 1950's rather than the 1970's.
But that brought him right back to the latest argument with his old man. His father was determined Drew was going to become a military man like himself—what greater honor was there?—and since he hadn't gone to college, Drew didn't need to either.
So when Drew had been too slow getting home from school that day to get the mail before his father did, he had received a two-hour long, ear-splitting lecture, on how Drew didn't appreciate what was given to him and how come his father's life had never been good enough for him, before he had left the house.
His father had found the acceptance letter from Stanford.
And all of the acceptance letters had come out then, letters from places like Yale, Gonzaga, University of Texas and so on.
He wasn't sure what his father would do when he found out that of all the schools, Drew wanted to attend a relatively small school in the mid-west. He himself wasn't sure why he was attracted to it—not when his teachers were so proud he had been accepted to Ivy League, and when his friends encouraged USC so he could maybe make it onto the football team and party it up. Washburn University was the one that pulled him though, almost as if his name was on it. It had a great archaeological program, what Drew was hoping to major in. And a good religious studies minor. Drew's family wasn't particularly religious, but he'd always found the mythology and legends in various cultures and religions to be fascinating.
Drew dreamt that once he graduated from college, he'd find his life partner and together they'd explore the world, finding great treasures, exploring ancient cultures and customs, and surfing beautiful beaches in their off time. He fancied himself like Indiana Jones, out there, hunting down ancient relics, maybe stopping the evil spirits when needed.
He snickered to himself. He was such a sap.
He knew he was going—nothing his father wanted could change that. Military life wasn't for him. He'd made a life of rebellion and he'd continue to do so.
His graceful nose sniffed the air and Drew poked his head out of the cave. It was misting, the sun was setting. He should get back now. His father had probably gone back onto base to drink with his buddies and his mom was out with her friend Lucy tonight, doing...whatever women did. Watching some stupid chick-flick, most likely.
He stood, stretching his 5'8 frame to it's fullest potential, enjoying the way muscles rippled beneath his pleasantly golden skin. He'd been told many times, by men and women alike, that he must be a god's son, like one of those Greek gods he studied so much. He smiled as he thought about two nights ago when the man at the local gay club who was toted as being a hard-to-get-only-tops man had fallen at his feet with only one dance and a few kisses, begging to be Drew's bottom.
Men were so easy.
He grabbed his surfboard and jogged the three miles home, humming a very old Metallica tune.
Interlude 3
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Date: 2006-05-26 02:56 pm (UTC)You mixed the names here, but that's okay. I loved that his name now is Drew, because Drew is the name of my eternal love :)
Anyway, loved this new chapter.
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Date: 2006-05-26 07:09 pm (UTC)Glad you like the name though. Thanks for reading! :-)
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Date: 2006-05-29 11:24 pm (UTC)I love it. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.
*falls to your feet like the gay man* You made Drew like Dean but not like Dean. And it doesn't make it any better that I'm listening to sad songs. SAM BETTER SHOW UP SOON!
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Date: 2006-05-30 12:53 am (UTC)Best comment I've gotten yet. Thank you. That's what I was going for, and I am so glad that it actually worked. I did want to keep many things about the two similar while having them be different too. Obviously I thought of a military dad, the random quirks like music (and another one you'll see in the next chapter coming out) being the same, and the flirting and sexiness. But unlike Dean, Drew likes school and it a bit more romantic though I imagine he wouldn't admit it to anyone but himself, and that eventual partner he finds.
Ok, done rambling. Thank you for the wonderful comment!!
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Date: 2006-06-06 09:38 pm (UTC)No kidding!! What a coinky-dink!! That's crazy. But works perfect. :-)
I am glad you like Drew!! And that you're reading. *g* Thanks!!
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Date: 2007-05-30 02:38 am (UTC)But 5'8"? Wha? :refuses to believe Dean in any form would be that short: