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once upon a time
sofie got some junkmail in her inbox today from "dean". it told her that she could easily remedy her erectile disfunction by taking this certain pill - it only takes 15 minutes to start working, and you don't have to worry about any side affects! naturally, my mind went places.
keep your enemies close and your drinks closer
PG-13 | implied sam/dean | 450 words
Sam peeks out furtively from behind the convenience store shelf, making sure Dean is still fixated on his newspaper, and then plucks the tiny orange box off it. The back of the package says fifteen minutes to work, but Sam's sort of looking for instantaneous, so he rips the edge of the box open and breaks up a tablet and a half into his brother's bottle of soda.
There's a worrying "pfffzzz" sound as he twirls the drink around to mix it up, but thinking back on Dean's teasing from earlier that morning quells any doubts Sam might have had.
Fucking bastard and his fucking lips.
He walks casually out of the aisle a few minutes later, holding his brother's coke in one hand and his own sprite zero in the other. Dean makes a grab for his soda, mumbling something about girls and taking so freaking long to choose a freaking drink. He twists off the cap with a satisfied sound and throws back half the bottle in just a few gulps.
Sam manages to keep a straight face somehow, and goes over to the cashier to pay. Dean stacks a few bags of junk food on top of Sam's hand and says he'll meet him outside.
Ten minutes later, they're back on the road and Dean is fidgeting uncomfortably behind the wheel, jiggling his left leg and reaching down with one hand to adjust himself at least four times a minute. After his brother lets out another small, stifled noise, biting his lip, Sam can't stand it anymore - he busts up laughing, clutching his stomach and trying to breathe.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Dean whines, shifting in his seat.
Sam bites his knuckles and forces himself to calm down enough to say, "You ok there, big brother? Kind of worked up?"
"...Sam," Dean says, eyes widening. "Sam, what did you do?"
"Well," Sam starts, "you seemed like you were having a little trouble this morning, so I thought I'd help you along."
"I am going to kill you," Dean yells, yanking the wheel to the right and forcing them off the road with a squeal of tires. "You doped me up with some kind of fucking Viagra?"
Quietly, Sam lets his hand fall off his thigh and into the door well, wrapping his fingers around the handle. Dean probably can't run fast with a boner that won't quit, right? He pushes down and hears the snick of the door unlatching, then says, "Just wanted to give you a little stamina, Dean-baby," and he's out the door, making for the tree-line with Dean cursing up a blue streak behind him.
and then dean catches him and they have naughty sex for hours and hours on the forest floor because dean wants sam to know that he has stamina. "you want stamina, you little bitch? i'll show you stamina." happily ever after, the end. :D
keep your enemies close and your drinks closer
PG-13 | implied sam/dean | 450 words
Sam peeks out furtively from behind the convenience store shelf, making sure Dean is still fixated on his newspaper, and then plucks the tiny orange box off it. The back of the package says fifteen minutes to work, but Sam's sort of looking for instantaneous, so he rips the edge of the box open and breaks up a tablet and a half into his brother's bottle of soda.
There's a worrying "pfffzzz" sound as he twirls the drink around to mix it up, but thinking back on Dean's teasing from earlier that morning quells any doubts Sam might have had.
Fucking bastard and his fucking lips.
He walks casually out of the aisle a few minutes later, holding his brother's coke in one hand and his own sprite zero in the other. Dean makes a grab for his soda, mumbling something about girls and taking so freaking long to choose a freaking drink. He twists off the cap with a satisfied sound and throws back half the bottle in just a few gulps.
Sam manages to keep a straight face somehow, and goes over to the cashier to pay. Dean stacks a few bags of junk food on top of Sam's hand and says he'll meet him outside.
Ten minutes later, they're back on the road and Dean is fidgeting uncomfortably behind the wheel, jiggling his left leg and reaching down with one hand to adjust himself at least four times a minute. After his brother lets out another small, stifled noise, biting his lip, Sam can't stand it anymore - he busts up laughing, clutching his stomach and trying to breathe.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Dean whines, shifting in his seat.
Sam bites his knuckles and forces himself to calm down enough to say, "You ok there, big brother? Kind of worked up?"
"...Sam," Dean says, eyes widening. "Sam, what did you do?"
"Well," Sam starts, "you seemed like you were having a little trouble this morning, so I thought I'd help you along."
"I am going to kill you," Dean yells, yanking the wheel to the right and forcing them off the road with a squeal of tires. "You doped me up with some kind of fucking Viagra?"
Quietly, Sam lets his hand fall off his thigh and into the door well, wrapping his fingers around the handle. Dean probably can't run fast with a boner that won't quit, right? He pushes down and hears the snick of the door unlatching, then says, "Just wanted to give you a little stamina, Dean-baby," and he's out the door, making for the tree-line with Dean cursing up a blue streak behind him.
and then dean catches him and they have naughty sex for hours and hours on the forest floor because dean wants sam to know that he has stamina. "you want stamina, you little bitch? i'll show you stamina." happily ever after, the end. :D
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