FLOPSIE DUMP! BEWARE, FALLING FIC.
[Cupcake Man] Gen; Sam, Dean
Written for
kashmir1 a while ago, but that's really no excuse.
[Doggy!Dean] Sam/Dean at the end
Written for
splits_thesky, also a while ago. Title is pretty self explanatory.
[Winter Mountains] Sort-of-Gen; Sam, Dean
I think I wrote this for Sofie, but. Uh. I'm not sure? It's been sitting on my comp for what seems like ever.
[Tic Tac T - …Oh!] Jensen/Jared
Jared likes tic tacs. Jensen likes that Jared likes tic tacs. Bwah hah hah.
[Hey, Pretty] Sam/Dean explicit
The original, and then the shoot off. This bit is continuation of shoot off, as demanded by Kate. Wow, kind of complicated. *facepalm*
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Sam’s bored. And not even the kind of bored that can be cured with bad TV and too much junk food. He’s bored to the bone. He spends an amusing minute substituting bored for bad to the tune of “Bad To the Bone”. He’s just gotten to the b-b-b-b-bored part when Dean crashes through the door.
His hair is bright pink, and – wow, so is his face. Totally unexpected.
“It washes out,” Sam says before Dean can castrate him or maybe stick him to the ceiling and slash him across the stomach. Dean looks that mad.
The remote breaks when it hits the wall, but Sam’s too busy fending off Dean’s hands – when did he suddenly, like, grow claws? – to really care about paying the extra twenty dollars later. He doesn’t get why Dean’s so upset. It’s just a little pink. More a tint than an actual color.
Hahahah, Sam’s totally lying. Dean looks like a cupcake.
[Doggy!Dean] Sam/Dean at the end
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"You're a dog," Sam says when he wakes up to a cold, wet nose pressing insistently against his cheek. Dean yips at him, an annoyed duh, and paws at Sam's nose. One of Dean's claws scrapes a little too close to Sam's eye for comfort, and he shoots up in bed, holding Dean's tiny body away from him in both hands.
After he gets his bearings, he assesses the situation, taking note of Dean's floppy doggy ears and irritated doggy eyes. He's tinier than Sam would have ever thought Dog!Dean would be, fitting easily between his hands and weighing almost nothing - not that Sam's thought about Dog!Dean.
"Why are you a dog?" he asks, because he's not sure his brain works this early in the morning. Dean bites his thumb ruthlessly.:::
If Sam had thought dealing with a tiny Dean would make things any easier, he was obviously wrong. During the course of the day, Dean manages to wreck four of Sam's shirts, piddle in his favorite pair of sneakers when Sam doesn't get the bathroom door open quickly enough, and bloody up Sam's right foot - apparently it twitches, and that's just too interesting for a puppy to pass on.
Eventually, Sam just locks Dean in the closet, ignoring the horrible knot that settles in his stomach and the voice in his head that's screaming about animal cruelty. Without Dean distracting him, he manages to figure out the curse in less than an hour, and by then, the pitiful whining coming from the closet has dropped off.
Blissful silence, Sam thinks, a little warily. Silence never lasts long when it comes to Dean. Maybe he's fallen asleep.
Admittedly, the thought of tiny puppy Dean all curled up around himself and puffing out tiny puppy snores is enough to have Sam cautiously heading for the closet and edging open the door.
What he finds isn't exactly what he had in mind, though. Dean's sitting in the middle of the closet, completely still except for the slight tremors racking through him. He looks terrified and stubborn, eyes wide, back straight.
Sam feels like a complete heel.
"C'mere," he murmurs, reaching in and scooping Dean up into his arms, no matter what kind of protests Dean may make about that later. With Dean pressed against his chest, he can feel how bad it is - Dean's little heart is going fast enough Sam has a hard time separating the beats.
He steers them over to one of the beds, sitting down against the headboard with his legs out in front of him. Dean's still tense and motionless in his arms, not even struggling against Sam when he starts to stroke down the line of Dean's doggy back, or when Sam's thumbs rub behind his floppy ears.
"I'm sorry," Sam says softly, gently smoothing back the fur on each of Dean's cheeks, and then between his eyes. Dean huffs out a breath and relaxes in increments, nosing at Sam's palm.:::
"You're not a dog," Sam says, pleased, when he wakes up the next morning to a wet, full mouth pressed against his neck. And then his shoulder and then his chest.
Dean's chuckle skates over his skin, prickling goose bumps in its wake. "No," he says, flicking his tongue out over Sam's nipple until Sam moans and shakes, "that would be weird."
[Winter Mountains] Sort-of-Gen; Sam, Dean
I think I wrote this for Sofie, but. Uh. I'm not sure? It's been sitting on my comp for what seems like ever.
The view from the cabin's front stoop is incredible so early in the day--no one's ruined the freshly fallen layer of crisp white snow, the lake is frosted over and placid, and the winter birds are stirring in the trees. Sam sits down on the icy step, cradling his mug of hot cocoa in his hands, and watches the world slowly wake up.
A small chickadee bird swoops down in front of him, tilting its head impossibly to the side to look up at him, and Sam is so engrossed in watching those little brown eyes scan his face, he doesn’t hear Dean come up behind him until the bird has already skittered away.
Dean sits down next to him without a word, pressing his warm side against Sam’s shoulder. He’s sleep-mussed and his hair is standing on end, but his eyes are bright and alert, a much lighter green in the harsh snow-reflected light.
“Come in?” he asks, when the silence gets to be too much. He wraps his fingers around Sam’s wrist, thumb and pointer resting right above Sam’s pulse. Sam wishes he could control his pulse if only to make it slow and steady, just for Dean.
Instead, he just nods his head, turning his hand to catch Dean’s and lace their fingers together. “Yeah,” he says, and watches Dean’s face clear.
[Tic Tac T - …Oh!] Jensen/Jared
Jared likes tic tacs. Jensen likes that Jared likes tic tacs. Bwah hah hah.
“What are you eating?” Jensen asks, slightly annoyed. He has a right, ok? Jared’s been chomping away, loud as can be right next to his ear for what feels like hours. His jaw clicks every time his teeth snap together.
Jared leans around to look at him, smiling brightly. “Tic tacs!” he says. “You want one?”
“No,” Jensen grumbles, “thanks.” Jared’s hand comes into view and the tic tac container is being thumbed open right under Jensen’s nose. Thumbed—goddamn, Jared has pretty thumbs, all curved and graceful like they could hit that spot over and over without even trying.
And suddenly, Jensen’s got it all planned out in his mind, how he’d bend over the table and spread his own ass cheeks open with his hands and Jared would push both of those thumbs into him, stretching him until he begged for Jared’s cock.
“You sure you don’t want one, Jen?”
Jensen startles, nearly upending the entire coffee table in front of them. “I—uhm, no, I don’t want one.”
[Hey, Pretty] Sam/Dean explicit
The original, and then the shoot off. This bit is continuation of shoot off, as demanded by Kate. Wow, kind of complicated. *facepalm*
They shuffle over from the wall on unsteady legs, and even though Sam was aiming for the bed, he pushes Dean down on the motel table instead, holding him there with one hand spread across Dean's throat. The angle changes, but Sam's cock is still in him, pushing up hard and brushing repeatedly over Dean's sensitive prostate with every slight hitch in their breathing.
"How many times?" Sam asks clearly, pulling his hips back a little and adjusting his fingers to hold Dean's throat more firmly. "How many times have you come tonight, Dean?"
Dean doesn't have it in him to answer because - oh god - Sam's slamming into him again, using the leverage gained by holding onto Dean's throat to grind them together hotly. Dean feels delirious with it, fucked out to the point he's not sure he'll ever come again.
The table rocks with every one of Sam's thrusts, cheap alloy supports shifting to accommodate them and creaking loud enough to have the neighbors banging on the walls. Sam doesn't stop or even seem to care, reaching down to grab Dean's ass in both hands and tilt his hips up. The angle changes again - Dean can't, it's too much.
His head hits the table, black inches in along the sides of his vision, and one of Sam's hands is suddenly out from under him - the other palm shifting to take the rest of the weight - sliding around Dean's hip and fisting his cock again. It hurts, he's still too sensitive, but Sam's fingers are persuasive, dipping into the moisture at the head and spreading it under the crown with firm strokes until Dean's trembling and wanting.
"Come on," Sam murmurs, and finally he sounds like this is getting to him; there's a sheen of sweat all along his chest and neck, his thrusts are starting to judder off erratically.
He tugs on Dean's cock roughly, almost desperately, a curving stroke that has the heel of his palm rubbing against the bundle of nerves on the underside with every pass. And Dean didn't think he could go again, but he can feel the tingle building at the base of his spine, spreading out until even his toes are curled. All it takes is one more hard pull and he's spilling hotly over Sam's fist, clawing at Sam's shoulders for some kind of purchase.
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That last one! HOLY HELL.
Also still love the cupcake one. :D
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The cupcake and tic-tac one are awesome too. XD Like, seriously, Jared gets excited about EVERYTHING. I wonder if he's on crack. No one can be that excited about tic-tacs.
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These are seriously cute\hot\sweet.
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Although, cupcake!Dean is also making my life a million times better. OH, SAMMYCAKES. :D
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damn woman. I was all schmoopy and aww and then BAM - whack me upside the head with porn.
Thanks btw. *loves*
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