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Title: December 12, 2008: DeanxSam
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Light slash/incest, and in the last, molestation and lots of implication.
Summary: Some cute drabbles.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 12, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: a green icicle
“Dude....” Dean said, staring at the icicle hanging from the Impala’s hood. Sam sighed, flipping through the journal for the entry on ice spirits. “That icicle is green.”
“I told you not to call her an ice bitch.”
Prompt: The last cookie
Sam frowned, fingers twitching reflexively as he focused on his target, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Dean’s eyes narrowed, licking his lips nervously as he moved closer and closer to the table. Suddenly, a flash of movement and Dean had the last chocolate chip cookie in his mouth, chewing happily. Sam’s shoulder’s slumped.
“Goddammit Dean, that was my cookie.”
Prompt: the back row of a threatre
Sam took a deep breath as Dean’s hand hovered over his crotch, biting his lip nervously as his brother’s fingers brushed against the distended section of his jeans. “Come on Sammy.” Dean purred in his ear, pulling the zipper all the way down and drawing out his erection. “If we’re quiet, they won’t even notice.”
Sorry for the length (or rather, the lack of thereof), I’m not too familiar with this pair yet, so it’s harder to write.
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Light slash/incest, and in the last, molestation and lots of implication.
Summary: Some cute drabbles.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 12, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: a green icicle
“Dude....” Dean said, staring at the icicle hanging from the Impala’s hood. Sam sighed, flipping through the journal for the entry on ice spirits. “That icicle is green.”
“I told you not to call her an ice bitch.”
Prompt: The last cookie
Sam frowned, fingers twitching reflexively as he focused on his target, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Dean’s eyes narrowed, licking his lips nervously as he moved closer and closer to the table. Suddenly, a flash of movement and Dean had the last chocolate chip cookie in his mouth, chewing happily. Sam’s shoulder’s slumped.
“Goddammit Dean, that was my cookie.”
Prompt: the back row of a threatre
Sam took a deep breath as Dean’s hand hovered over his crotch, biting his lip nervously as his brother’s fingers brushed against the distended section of his jeans. “Come on Sammy.” Dean purred in his ear, pulling the zipper all the way down and drawing out his erection. “If we’re quiet, they won’t even notice.”
Sorry for the length (or rather, the lack of thereof), I’m not too familiar with this pair yet, so it’s harder to write.
