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Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Midseries
~840 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
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My fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult
Midseries
~840 words
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Dru’s Pic Pick
Dean wished he could be the type of man who didn't believe in curses. It would have made life so much easier to read something odd on the Internet, roll his eyes, and continue on his way without thinking twice. But, that wasn't the way things went. When he read about a "cursed" object on the Internet, well, it was time to load the duffel bags and hit the road.
"So, what exactly did the article say it was?" Dean asked now, scratching the back of his head.
Sam narrowed his eyes at the piece of paper in his hand and brushed bangs out his eyes. Beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead, despite the early morning hour of the day. By the time the sun rose high in the sky, they were both going to be sunburned red.
"Part of an old building. Um, an old children's hospital, I think? Yeah, yeah, right here, children's hospital."
"So what happened to it?"
"Fire. Destroyed most of the building. What hadn't been burned, they demolished anyway. It was too far gone, and besides, it was old and they wanted to clear the way for the newer places in town."
"Guessing some kids died in the fire."
"Yeah."
"And, so, their remains are probably scattered around here and now we've got a ghost haunting on our hands?" The townspeople had been reported as saying there were strange children playing near the arch at night. So, the ghosts of the children were running around because their spirits were still connected to the place where they died. It was so simple, it was downright annoying, Dean thought. They'd dragged their butts all the way out here into this stupidly hot desert just to do a simple salt and burn.
"Probably," Sam agreed. He folded the piece of paper and shoved it in his back pocket.
After that, they agreed it would be better to come back in the evening to do some digging around the area. In addition to attracting less attention, it would be cooler so they wouldn't die of heat exhaustion halfway through the excavation process.
They went back the motel and watched TV for a few hours. For dinner, Dean went to town and picked up burgers, fries, and a six-pack. They shouldn't have been drinking on the job--they both knew this, as it'd been a rule enforced all too well by Dad--but it was such an easy job that Dean didn't see why not. One beer turned into two, and soon, they'd had three beers each and the six-pack was gone, empty bottles resting on the nightstand by the bed.
It was warm in the motel room, air conditioner broken, and the heat and alcohol pulled them down. Pulled them down and covered them up enough for Dean to roll over and kiss Sam.
They'd done this before. More than times than Dean could count at least, but it felt new every time. Sam hesitated for a second, but he kissed back and that was just that. After a few unhurried moments later, Dean was tucking his cock back into his pants and Sam was saying he needed to get a shower.
They went out to the arch afterwards and did some digging around the area, only to find a few charred remains of nothing helpful.
"Maybe it’s near the arch itself?" Sam wondered. Dean shrugged, and Sam walked closer to the arch until he was standing underneath it.
Protected from the moonlight that fell down from above, Sam was caught in the shadow of the arch, and when he turned around to face Dean, a little boy looked back.
"Dean?" Sam called back, and his voice was young again, unaffected by puberty yet. "Dean, you okay?" Sam, the little boy, asked, seeing the way Dean's face fell.
Dean walked forward, leaving his shovel behind and joining Sam underneath the arch. They stood together, and although Dean couldn't see himself, he could tell by the way that Sam looked at him that he too was younger. Just looking down at his hands, he noticed the absence of scars and the disappearance of former calluses.
"You had a lot of freckles when you were a kid," Sam said.
"Yeah? So? You were chubby."
Sam tried to scowl, but his face was too young for such an expression and his mouth twisted its way into a grin
"So," he said, peeking out far enough from the arch to look up at the moon. When the moonlight hit his face, his features shifted and he was older again. "Think this is a curse we need to go any further with?" He pulled back inside the shadowed archway, and there he was, a young Sam, an innocent Sam.
Dean smiled. He reached for Sam's hand, small and pale, and he took it into his own. "Nah, this might be a curse that I can actually live with for once."
Leaning back against the wall of the arch, he pulled Sam close, still holding onto his hand. Together as two little boys, they watched the moon float across the night sky.
End
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About COCK THURSDAY
So Far
- - - - -
Today
Dru’s Pic Pick
Dean wished he could be the type of man who didn't believe in curses. It would have made life so much easier to read something odd on the Internet, roll his eyes, and continue on his way without thinking twice. But, that wasn't the way things went. When he read about a "cursed" object on the Internet, well, it was time to load the duffel bags and hit the road.
"So, what exactly did the article say it was?" Dean asked now, scratching the back of his head.
Sam narrowed his eyes at the piece of paper in his hand and brushed bangs out his eyes. Beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead, despite the early morning hour of the day. By the time the sun rose high in the sky, they were both going to be sunburned red.
"Part of an old building. Um, an old children's hospital, I think? Yeah, yeah, right here, children's hospital."
"So what happened to it?"
"Fire. Destroyed most of the building. What hadn't been burned, they demolished anyway. It was too far gone, and besides, it was old and they wanted to clear the way for the newer places in town."
"Guessing some kids died in the fire."
"Yeah."
"And, so, their remains are probably scattered around here and now we've got a ghost haunting on our hands?" The townspeople had been reported as saying there were strange children playing near the arch at night. So, the ghosts of the children were running around because their spirits were still connected to the place where they died. It was so simple, it was downright annoying, Dean thought. They'd dragged their butts all the way out here into this stupidly hot desert just to do a simple salt and burn.
"Probably," Sam agreed. He folded the piece of paper and shoved it in his back pocket.
After that, they agreed it would be better to come back in the evening to do some digging around the area. In addition to attracting less attention, it would be cooler so they wouldn't die of heat exhaustion halfway through the excavation process.
They went back the motel and watched TV for a few hours. For dinner, Dean went to town and picked up burgers, fries, and a six-pack. They shouldn't have been drinking on the job--they both knew this, as it'd been a rule enforced all too well by Dad--but it was such an easy job that Dean didn't see why not. One beer turned into two, and soon, they'd had three beers each and the six-pack was gone, empty bottles resting on the nightstand by the bed.
It was warm in the motel room, air conditioner broken, and the heat and alcohol pulled them down. Pulled them down and covered them up enough for Dean to roll over and kiss Sam.
They'd done this before. More than times than Dean could count at least, but it felt new every time. Sam hesitated for a second, but he kissed back and that was just that. After a few unhurried moments later, Dean was tucking his cock back into his pants and Sam was saying he needed to get a shower.
They went out to the arch afterwards and did some digging around the area, only to find a few charred remains of nothing helpful.
"Maybe it’s near the arch itself?" Sam wondered. Dean shrugged, and Sam walked closer to the arch until he was standing underneath it.
Protected from the moonlight that fell down from above, Sam was caught in the shadow of the arch, and when he turned around to face Dean, a little boy looked back.
"Dean?" Sam called back, and his voice was young again, unaffected by puberty yet. "Dean, you okay?" Sam, the little boy, asked, seeing the way Dean's face fell.
Dean walked forward, leaving his shovel behind and joining Sam underneath the arch. They stood together, and although Dean couldn't see himself, he could tell by the way that Sam looked at him that he too was younger. Just looking down at his hands, he noticed the absence of scars and the disappearance of former calluses.
"You had a lot of freckles when you were a kid," Sam said.
"Yeah? So? You were chubby."
Sam tried to scowl, but his face was too young for such an expression and his mouth twisted its way into a grin
"So," he said, peeking out far enough from the arch to look up at the moon. When the moonlight hit his face, his features shifted and he was older again. "Think this is a curse we need to go any further with?" He pulled back inside the shadowed archway, and there he was, a young Sam, an innocent Sam.
Dean smiled. He reached for Sam's hand, small and pale, and he took it into his own. "Nah, this might be a curse that I can actually live with for once."
Leaning back against the wall of the arch, he pulled Sam close, still holding onto his hand. Together as two little boys, they watched the moon float across the night sky.
End
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Date: 2009-04-09 07:01 pm (UTC)And awww! Young-again, holding-hands boys. I love it!
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Date: 2009-04-10 02:08 am (UTC)Aw, thank you! ♥