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Menorca - prequel

Hey, I write too little in this blog! I was planning to make a small guide of my holiday in Minorca, but well-detailed (to be able to post on sites of special tips from tourists) so I can not write it here (in the office) U_U. For the rest of the news here: the holiday was good although a bit rainy. I was really beautifully ... precisely why I did not want to go back to that apartment that I hate. So you can imagine how happy I was when I returned to see that in our absence was a power outage and had spoiled all the meat ...
And to think I wanted to give it to my mother to empty the whole fridge, but then I felt bad because there was quite a bit and it cost something. Peppe, just saw the incident, phoned the landlord to ask him if he knew of any fault. He, having found that ours was the only counter does not work, said it was definitely because of an unpaid bill from us. And this made me more fit more anger. Okay, it was making available to us to make a bridge between the counter and our neighbor (recommends, however, not to tell him ... so why did not you do the bridge with your meter data you have the warehouse next door?) but it was unpleasant as ever (and I hate it already is beginning, let's face). Returned to work I also found out that Mom was wrong: after a collision on the work he discovered a small ischemia, never diagnosed before. So we were all a little worried. Meanwhile, Charles was finally transferred to my house and I and we are planning to Peppe find another apartment for rent, more to our liking. We are also thinking seriously about us build a prefabricated house in the wood seems to have ecological, economic and consumption in the building and live longer than you think. It scares me just a bureaucratic procedure that might lie behind the finding of the building plot and the work involved, municipal charges, expertise, and so on. The last simulation of the mortgage (with the bank settled with the graphic studio where he works Peppe) shows that to return € 180,000 (for a house of 200 000) fixed rate to 30 years, the monthly payment would be € 1,100. A little dear ... but a wooden house, complete with associated costs (cost of land permitting) should cost no more than 140 000: how a small three-room, at least in my area (yes, the houses cost a blunder!), so there is ; a certain value. Not to mention that ... are wonderful!



This particular one is the "Haas". I hope to implement this project in a short time ... I'm really excited because unlike other types of construction is not just an unattainable dream, but there is more than just a hand.
And with that, it's all for now. I leave the link to the photos of Menorca on photobucket: s162.photobucket.com/albums/t253/hinao85/prova / .
Obviously I do not remember how to insert a word clickable hyperlink to the site that I say ... I lit (yes, again XD).

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[FANFIC] - Tornare a respirare

Hello ^ _ ^ I found this wonderful community for a very short time and this is my first post. For this reason I hope d do not you mess and the little fic below can be appreciated ^ _ ^ \u0026lt;3

TITLE: Return to breathe
Fandom:
Supernatural PAIRING: Dean \\ Sam (more or less)
RATING: G
BETA: freebellamy it deserves a thousand thanks. Why did you betta in a flash and, above all, because it has sorbed a fandom that does not follow either. Thanks, really.
WARNINGS: story has a homosexual theme, if you do not like not read. Incest slightly mentioned. The story is spoiler for the fourth season of Supernatural.
Timlin: ep 4.01, Lazarus Rising.
DISCLAIMER: the characters mentioned in this story belong to the CW and Kripke. Nothing that follows is written for profit.
NOTE: written following the prompt "How come we all exchange for a couple?" Given me by nike158 . The phrases in italics are spoken by the characters in the episode. To be precise, the first and the second by Dean and Kathie Cristhiel (or whatever it is. I mean, Sam does not remember his name, let alone if I remember I u_u).

"Hey, Sammy."

When you find yourself in front of him, the world around you stops. Because it is impossible, can not be.
that Dean can not be right before your eyes.
And, in fact, you throw against that figure that looks like your brother to end that stupid joke of some bastard of a demon or ghost. A joke that makes me laugh at all.
But then there are the hands of Bobby that keep you and push you against the wall, and tells you that it is Dean. And 'your brother and it is true. And returned.
So, your brain takes a few moments to process that information and let the idea of what is going on will not settle well in the lead, before the world to flow back to the usual speed. Except that, it is time to turn back the right way. Back flow as it flowed to six months before those destroy your life and you feel complete again. Whole. Vivo. Feel the blood rushing back into the veins and the heart to beat back the pace, while the hole that you had opened the chest disappears, swallowed up by the smell of Dean (your own odor) that will overwhelm the instant when the throw her arms around his neck and buried his face in his jacket.
So when the girl opens her mouth and leaves you thrilled about. Because, frankly, you had forgotten it was in the room. You had forgotten his own existence. There's only Dean now. Only Dean.

"So ... you two are together?"

You and Dean you look astonished and shake your head together. Dean raises an eyebrow, like all times, and once you specify that it is your brother.
She looks at you surprised, definitely not convinced, and suggests that maybe it's going on. You nod at once, accepting the idea and immediately dressed and waiting to collect her things.

*********

Later, after Dean and Bobby convinced that you did not bring it back to life (and do not want to dwell on that detail, because only God knows As far as we've tried and perhaps not even he knows how much I hurt not have succeeded) and wait for Bobby returns with the information you need, there were both sitting in that room.
You can not take my eyes off him, is stronger than you. It 's like a black hole that sucks all your attention. Your personal miracle. No matter what's really behind, it is a miracle for you next. You are fully
got recapture the reality of his presence, when Dean interrupts your train of thought.
"Explain to me why it happens all the time?" Asks you, and you open your eyelids because you have no idea what he's talking about.
"are you talking about?" Ask it, thinking that have missed some step.
"Well, is not the first time. And it's absolutely absurd. Explain to me why we all exchange for a couple? "Dean exclaimed, thinking about what happened just before. Your mouth is
opens in an O of surprise and immediately burst into uncontrollable laughter. Apart from the absurdity of the question itself, the fact that you have the mail at that time is something so absolutely Dean. Like, well, indescribable expression which accompanied it.
And everything is just wonderful.
"Hmm ..." he began, trying to stop laughing, "I think it's because seeing two men together forever be in doubt do so. Maybe, they would be too. "
" Do not talk nonsense, Sammy. We are brothers. "You contradict him.
"People do not know."'s Point 'Or, it depends on you. Maybe that impression from you that. "Add, jokingly.
"But please!" Dean snaps, standing up "Spare me this nonsense! If there is one who can give a similar impression is you. I've always said you were a bit 'too effeminate, Sammy And the music plays, then. And we definitely do something about that hair. "Dean growls with the usual tone of all time, heading towards the small fridge for a beer.
You completely ignore the insults and you beautiful sound of his voice.
"Do you know the truth?" Takes over, stopping next to you "It 's that people are strange. What nonsense. Does not even worth thinking about it. "Concludes, as if talking to himself more than anything else.
shakes his head and leaves you a pat on the shoulder, as he bends to grab the beer. A
you beat another puff of laughter, while you feel that weight that oppresses you is gone.
And you really seem to be back to breathe.

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[Fanfiction] Free to be us (1/?)

Author: vahly
Title: To Be Free us
Chapter: 1 - Part 1 (in continuation)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam , Lindsey (in this chapter)
Pairing: Dean / Sam
Raiting: Pg13 in this chapter, but later will
NC17 Genre: angst, introspective, sentimental / romantic
Warnings: slash, incest, SPOILER of season 5.
Summary of history: After learning the truth, Sam decides to talk to Dean. Too bad that's not so easy ...
author notes: environment after 5x03, does not take into account everything that will happen later. It's just my version angst / fluffosa (the fluff in the next chapter p0rn U_U) to get me on the moral, as this show is killing me.
Should I write another thousand for the fanfic challenge to which they are marked, but this is coming down by itself ...
author notes part 2: Um, hello everyone, I am new in this community. In fact lurk for a while 'and I swear that sooner or later comment also ... Btw, I hope I have posted in the correct way and not doing shit ^^'''
Disclaimer: The characters are Kripke, the CW, Mediaset and all of those eligible. I enjoy just having fun with Dean, Sammy and co. \u0026lt;3
write about them, of course I do not gain anything, otherwise I would be in a tropical beach for sunbathing and drinking cocktails U_U







Free to be us
[After " Free to be you and me - 5x03]


Chapter 1: Part 1 Sam




Even after Lucifer had left the room, Sam continued to feel a vise tighten the chest almost to choke him. In his mind, the words of fallen angel continued to echo overlap each other, without pause.
He was the chosen one.
And in fact, was even less surprised than you should be - perhaps because Dean was the vessel of Michael, and it seemed that was written in destiny that their disagreements could not end up with a simple separation, or perhaps because he knew that there was a reason why the demon Yellow Eyes had sent to slaughter all his creatures to ensure that it remained alive only the best, the habit of meat suitable for his infernal messiah - but still could not accept it. It was so damn difficult to choose the right thing to do, get away from Dean, hunting, power that was won by the blood ... What had used all their sacrifices, if that was his fate? For a moment he was tempted to kill himself and to really put an end to everything. Lucifer had no means to be equivalent to no goddamn apocalypse no?
Unfortunately it was too smart to pretend that really could be easier.
He dropped on his bed, dejected. Why every time I wanted to try to have a normal life there must be something to prevent it? Jessica, her father ... And now this.
sighed, and took his cell phone in hand, running the column up to the name of the person you wanted to really talk at that time.
Dean.
pressed the green button, but something restrained him and forced him to hang up before his brother answered. What
could tell him, anyway? There was nothing Dean could do for him at that time, if not to worry yet. Or pissed off even more, as an alternative.
Also, Sam had gone to prove to himself and his brother who was able to fend for himself, because he knew that Dean could no longer support him as he did before. How dare could then look at the first hurdle?
... But then, how could something like that keep him hidden?
Redial the last call made, and procrastinate a bit 'before deciding to press.
Verde.
Red.
Verde.
"You can do it, Sam, it's just a damn phone call to your brother!"
Red.
"Shit."
hysterical laughter rang out into the room. Her relationship with Dean really was so compromised that I could not make a stupid call?
not had the time to answer, because the mobile phone vibrated in his hand. It took him several seconds before he could respond.
"Hello?"
"Sam?"
Sam felt very stupid when he missed a simple smile to hear the worried voice of his brother.
"Sam ... Sam, are you there? "
Dean continued, not hearing any response.
"Yes, sorry ..."
"Has something happened?"
"Yes, but it does not matter, really. It's nothing. "
"So it's not for nothing that you tried calling me three times without having the courage to wait for me to respond, at this time of night by the way."
"Sorry."
Dean snorted.
"Stop apologizing for everything, Sam, and tell me what happened."
Sam sighed. A part of him repeated over and over "are the secrets that have ruined your relationship, so stop doing the stupid and tell him!" but another part, much more decisively countered "seriously, what good? Is your problem, so stop making stupid and say that everything is ok. "
won the second.
"Nothing, really. It's all ok. "
Sam murmured, and then hang up without even saying goodbye to his brother.
turned off the phone before dropping it on the bedside table, then jumped on the bed and forced himself to sleep, falling into a deep sleep without dreams.



The next morning was more difficult than he ever imagined. Lindsey was, if anything, even more sticky and decided to find out what had happened the previous night. Efforts to no avail to convince her that Sam really did not want to know : the boy proved more elusive and mysterious, the more she felt incredibly attracted to him. So for the rest the day he had spent the time to avoid it and try every possible way to keep busy and fitted every time she tried to hunt down, not that she would give him seriously so annoying, but just could not take it to deal with a girl who he was practically a stranger. Not that day. It was for this that night, when I tried to warn him that there was a man who called out to him, was incredibly difficult to get close.
"Hey Keith!" He felt the call boy.
Looking up to heaven, he turned toward her.
"Yes?"
"There's an FBI agent looking for you ... It is outside the door waiting. "
Sam was dumbfounded. An FBI agent? What was ...? But no, he could have found it ... He had given a name never used before, how could we do that?
did not know whether it was more the fear or hope that Dean was really that out of that bar, yet when he saw his brother coming out with a blank stare turned to the street in front of them, had no doubts about what felt at that moment. Smiling no good reason at all, he came quickly.
"Hello Agent, do you want?" He asked Dean, who spun around.
The elder brother looked him from head to toe, and it took a moment before saying anything.
"So, what have you?"
Sam frowned.
"What do you think they do not know how to take care of myself?" He stopped, noticing Dean shrug and raise an eyebrow as he continued: "I did not combined at all, ok? I can survive for a few days alone! "
" So what? You know, yesterday you gave me a fright with those calls, so I would like to know what's going on, if you please! "
Sam sighed. How could she tell such a thing without losing much of its confidence? "As if he had not already done so ... And if I tell you, will trust even less, if possible ... "
"Look, we can talk in a more peaceful place? You know, being in the middle of the road is not exactly the best to deal with certain things. "
Dean nodded, looking slightly worried, but Sam was going to tell Lindsay that the agent had asked him to follow him to the investigation - nothing serious but you know, some things take time and the FBI did not take no for an answer - and without giving further explanations reached again Dean.