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ll write a drabble for the first 5 people to comment to this post. Any pairing/character of your choosing (in one of my fandoms). In return, you have to post this in your journal. Share the love!
Sadly, my fandoms are limited to Supernatural, Angel and/or Buffy and True Blood. Just give me a prompt and a pairing and it's yours :)
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ll write a drabble for the first 5 people to comment to this post. Any pairing/character of your choosing (in one of my fandoms). In return, you have to post this in your journal. Share the love!
Sadly, my fandoms are limited to Supernatural, Angel and/or Buffy and True Blood. Just give me a prompt and a pairing and it's yours :)
<3 SM
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 01:01 pm (UTC)************************************************
Dean wasn’t used to doing it like this.
But now, every time…eyes open, face to face, never looking away.
Tonight, they were on the hood of the Impala in a clearing off some back road. Castiel lay beneath him, legs spread sinfully and hips pushing up against Dean’s thrusts.
“I love you, Dean”, he said, staring up at Dean’s open eyes.
“I love you. I’m yours.”
Cas was starting to come apart underneath Dean, only able to keep from sliding off the car because of the weight of the man above him. Dean took Cas’s cock in his hand and stroked him hard and fast. Cas cried out as he came but kept his blue eyes trained on his lover’s as Dean quickly followed him over the edge. They never closed their eyes.
As they lay there kissing softly afterward, Dean held Castiel’s hand to the print on his shoulder.
“Yours”, he repeated.
“That mark does not make you mine, Dean”, replied Cas. He moved his hand down and held it over Dean’s heart. “This does.”
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Date: 2011-10-14 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 10:00 pm (UTC)The small table in this week's motel room was covered in tiny styrofoam takeout boxes filled with desserts. Dean had decided that Sam had insufficient appreciation for the other love of his life (Yeah, Sam first, then the car, then pie. Most of the time), so they had a little taste-testing game set up.
"OK, first one, Sammy, open up."
And Sam got a mouthful of cake. "Well?"
His eyeroll could probably be seen through the blindfold, but he played along. "Chocolate cake. Devil's food, maybe? Buttercream frosting." He smiled and licked his lips. "Delicious."
He thought he heard Dean sigh, imagined he might already be looking turned on. Dean cleared his throat. "All right, now this one."
Sam opened his mouth again, suggestively, figuring he might as well give his brother a little show while they played this little game. This time he found himself with flaky crust and warm, soft cooked fruit on his tongue, and something else even sweeter.
"Mmmmmm. Should have guessed you'd start with this. Apple pie with cinnamon. Lots of butter in the crust. Maybe...not ice cream. Whipped cream? Cool Whip?"
Apparently Sam had missed some of the cream topping the piece of pie, because he felt Dean's tongue slide across the corner of his lips. "Uh, yeah, Cool Whip", he said, breathless.
The blindfold hit the floor and they left the rest of the take-out boxes as they fell into bed and Sam worked on getting himself an even better dessert.
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Date: 2011-10-14 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-15 02:25 am (UTC)DO IT. You know you wanna get in on the sassy luv. :P
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Date: 2011-10-15 02:37 am (UTC)"Dean and I do share a more profound bond. I wasn't going to mention it."
Fuck. Really? All the times I've called him, and nothing. Not a single goddamn whoosh of air in response, and Dean asks one time, one motherfucking time, and here comes Cas.
Whatever. Screw Cas, and screw Dean too. Dean's made an art of belittling Castiel, arguing with him, disrespecting him at every opportunity.
I put every ounce of sincerity I have into trying to show him I'm better than he thinks I am. So maybe I am an abomination. But I'm a goddamn human being, I do the best I can. I've been respectful and honestly kind of a little bit in awe of Castiel since the first time I laid eyes on him, and he's never given me the time of day, he's so far above my tainted soul.
But Dean. Dean, who mocks him and defies him and challenges him at every step - Dean gets it all. Every second he has, he spends rushing to Dean's aid, responding to his calls.
Can't he just look at me? I mean, really - really LOOK at me? Can't he just know? How can he not know?
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Date: 2011-10-16 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-16 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-16 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-16 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-16 11:21 pm (UTC)He congratulated himself on his amazing cock-sucking skills, though of course he had to acknowledge he’d learned from the best teacher ever.
“Damn it, Sam, you know I’ve got a midterm tomorrow. Not to mention mom and dad are downstairs and still awake. You just sucked the life out of me and I can’t go to sleep because I still have to study.”
Dean hadn’t had it in him to apply to any colleges that would require him to move away. His parents hadn’t objected to him going to school and still living at home, it saved them tons of cash on dorm fees. They thought he just wasn’t ready to leave the safety of their close-knit family yet, this nice little town where they’d raised their boys, attended soccer and baseball games, went to church, had a weekly pot luck with the neighbors.
Truth was, Sam wasn’t about to let Dean go, and Dean had never been in a position to refuse his little brother anything. Even this.
“Weren’t complaining five minutes ago, were you?” Sam asked, a smug little grin on his face.
By the time Dean was done with school, Sam would be ready to start college, and he knew he could go anywhere he wanted, because Dean would go with him.
Then none of the pot-luck neighbors or baseball coaches would ever have to find out about the little secret tucked away in the cul-de-sac where the Winchesters had made their pretty little suburban lives.
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Date: 2011-10-16 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-16 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-17 12:40 am (UTC)2. Mmm, Dean loves him some pie. Loved this.
3."Can't he just look at me? I mean, really - really LOOK at me? Can't he just know? How can he not know?" Hmm, interesting. I'd never thought of that.
4. Soul mates in every universe, I guess. That makes me very happy.
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Date: 2011-10-17 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
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