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last01standingTitle: Five For Fighting (12/12+epilogue)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam centered with an epic supporting cast
Notes:More then 25K and it's OVER. I'm SO SAD.
Summary: For the Winchester brothers hockey was always something apart from hunting until one season it suddenly wasn’t.
For those of you not familiar with hockey, you can read a quick primer on game basics here
one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | epilogue
Five For Fighting
EPILOGUE: Next Season
Dean traced the edges of the familiar navy jersey, the gold captain’s C freshly stitched onto the left breast after Bobby’s retirement in the off-season. It was something he never would have gotten if he’d remained in Boston. Something he would never stop being proud of.
There was a television playing ESPN on in the corner of the dressing room, Alexander Ovechkin in his heavily accented English saying, “I don’t know what happen. Just sometimes something bigger is there. And, you know, last season was not our season. So.., maybe it is this season.”
He’d missed the finals unconscious in the hospital, Sidney Crosby lying a few beds over. Both were suffering something that their organizations described as an ‘upper body injury.’ They were both recovered fully and ready for the new season though no one could explain the mysterious simultaneous injuries.
“Feel good,” Ovechkin told the report on the screen. “Ready to play.”
Dean laced up his skates and pulled his pad on, followed by the jersey. Ben smiled at him from two lockers down as he grabbed his helmet.
He clapped Jim Novak on the back. “Heard from Cas lately?”
“Said he was going to see about watching a few of our games this season,” Jim replied in a voice that was both an octave higher and infinitely more Canadian then Dean remembered. “I told him I could handle the ice by myself. I think he was a little relived.”
“Let’s go, Winchester,” Ellen called from her office. “Your warm up time starts in three!”
The Trickster shook his head. “Oh she is not going to like the surprise I left for her on her desk.”
“Do I even want to ask?” Adam queried,
“Let’s just say it’s appropriate considering that we’re playing the Red Wings.”
“You left her a squid on her desk?” Lucas guessed. “Seriously?”
“Octopus, my young friend. I left her an octopus. What do they teach you kids in history nowadays?”
Dean shook his head in amusement, but opted not to say a thing. Chuck was scribbling the conversation down in his book. Andy put a hand on his shoulder. “Put it away, Chuck.”
Sam was standing a little ways away from the team holding a small velvet box in his hand. “You still got that ring, dude?” Dean asked.
He snapped the box shut. “What? No! I’m just looking...” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m waiting for the right time, Dean.”
“She’s going to say, yes you know. She’s got horrible tastes in Winchesters.”
Sam choked out a laugh.
“You can ask her tonight after we pick up the win. Now hurry up, we’ve got to get on the ice or you’ll never warm up those stilts you call legs.”
“Yeah,” Sam muttered, tucking the ring back into his locker. “Thanks, Dean.”
“Now come on, bitch, we’ve got a game to play.”
They skated onto the ice to the cheers of the home crowd.
Dean’s knee felt good. The apocalypse was over. There were a few more navy and gold jerseys in the stand. His little brother was at his side, his teammates and his friends all around him.
It was going to be a damn good year.
(end)
So more the 25K and then epic hockey!fic is finished. I'm going to unofficially keep this verse open if I want to dabble in it on occassion but I have no more stories planned. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STICKING THROUGH THIS. I've never had more fun writing a fic, the fact that anyone stuck with it is just a bonus. =)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam centered with an epic supporting cast
Notes:More then 25K and it's OVER. I'm SO SAD.
Summary: For the Winchester brothers hockey was always something apart from hunting until one season it suddenly wasn’t.
For those of you not familiar with hockey, you can read a quick primer on game basics here
EPILOGUE: Next Season
Dean traced the edges of the familiar navy jersey, the gold captain’s C freshly stitched onto the left breast after Bobby’s retirement in the off-season. It was something he never would have gotten if he’d remained in Boston. Something he would never stop being proud of.
There was a television playing ESPN on in the corner of the dressing room, Alexander Ovechkin in his heavily accented English saying, “I don’t know what happen. Just sometimes something bigger is there. And, you know, last season was not our season. So.., maybe it is this season.”
He’d missed the finals unconscious in the hospital, Sidney Crosby lying a few beds over. Both were suffering something that their organizations described as an ‘upper body injury.’ They were both recovered fully and ready for the new season though no one could explain the mysterious simultaneous injuries.
“Feel good,” Ovechkin told the report on the screen. “Ready to play.”
Dean laced up his skates and pulled his pad on, followed by the jersey. Ben smiled at him from two lockers down as he grabbed his helmet.
He clapped Jim Novak on the back. “Heard from Cas lately?”
“Said he was going to see about watching a few of our games this season,” Jim replied in a voice that was both an octave higher and infinitely more Canadian then Dean remembered. “I told him I could handle the ice by myself. I think he was a little relived.”
“Let’s go, Winchester,” Ellen called from her office. “Your warm up time starts in three!”
The Trickster shook his head. “Oh she is not going to like the surprise I left for her on her desk.”
“Do I even want to ask?” Adam queried,
“Let’s just say it’s appropriate considering that we’re playing the Red Wings.”
“You left her a squid on her desk?” Lucas guessed. “Seriously?”
“Octopus, my young friend. I left her an octopus. What do they teach you kids in history nowadays?”
Dean shook his head in amusement, but opted not to say a thing. Chuck was scribbling the conversation down in his book. Andy put a hand on his shoulder. “Put it away, Chuck.”
Sam was standing a little ways away from the team holding a small velvet box in his hand. “You still got that ring, dude?” Dean asked.
He snapped the box shut. “What? No! I’m just looking...” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m waiting for the right time, Dean.”
“She’s going to say, yes you know. She’s got horrible tastes in Winchesters.”
Sam choked out a laugh.
“You can ask her tonight after we pick up the win. Now hurry up, we’ve got to get on the ice or you’ll never warm up those stilts you call legs.”
“Yeah,” Sam muttered, tucking the ring back into his locker. “Thanks, Dean.”
“Now come on, bitch, we’ve got a game to play.”
They skated onto the ice to the cheers of the home crowd.
Dean’s knee felt good. The apocalypse was over. There were a few more navy and gold jerseys in the stand. His little brother was at his side, his teammates and his friends all around him.
It was going to be a damn good year.
(end)
So more the 25K and then epic hockey!fic is finished. I'm going to unofficially keep this verse open if I want to dabble in it on occassion but I have no more stories planned. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STICKING THROUGH THIS. I've never had more fun writing a fic, the fact that anyone stuck with it is just a bonus. =)
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9/2/10 01:45 (UTC)I'm always happy to hear someone outside me got a kick out of this. The world needs more sports AUs.
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9/2/10 03:10 (UTC)(no subject)
17/2/10 05:39 (UTC)Nice use of that pic of Brad Winchester for the av! :) He's a tall one, slightly taller than Jared! XD
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18/2/10 05:51 (UTC)Heh. You're the first one to coment on the Brad Winchester icon. He's probably at least subliminally responsible for this verse.
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18/2/10 06:38 (UTC)Most people probably think it's a manip, not realizing that, yes, there is actually a Winchester in NHL. *grins* Two, actually. There's a Jesse Winchester with the Ottawa Senators (farm team) as well. :) I've been tempted to get one of Brad's St Louis Blues jersey's JUST for the name. XD
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20/2/10 01:02 (UTC)I've long ago resigned myself to the fact that I am probably insane. =)
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6/5/11 20:14 (UTC)Sorry about the Caps. But hey, I live in Toronto.
Again, thanks for a great read!
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7/5/11 04:43 (UTC)(The caps just had to bomb out as soon as I didn't need to worry about classes anymore. I think they just like making me procrastinate)
Heh, the fact that you live in Toronto makes me smile because I'm polishing up another fic in this verse and The Doctor definitely ends up playing in Toronto. I APOLOGIZE FOR NOTHING.
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7/5/11 05:29 (UTC)At this point, we'll take anybody!
*(Thank god for the internet - anyone can be fans of anything now!)
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7/6/11 11:19 (UTC)♥
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11/6/11 02:48 (UTC)But yes, you are an insanely lovely person who has made my week. *hugs*
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12/6/11 20:59 (UTC)(the hockey 'verse is win.)
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13/10/11 06:44 (UTC)THIS IS FREAKING AWESOME AND AMAZING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND I'M GONNA GO READ EVERYTHING ELSE IN IT. EVERYTHING.
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