PixCT: 06.03

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It's that time again...

Fic

Slash (Dean/Sam)

Adult

~400 words




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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday


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Today
DruCT: 06.03
My fic:

Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot

Adult rating

~400 words

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Dru’s Pic Pick



The waiting was always the hardest part. It was nearly as difficult--as painful--as the good-bye itself, but not quite. The waiting, the uncertainty, the not knowing if Dean and Dad were going to come back alive, come back whole, come back at all, was the worst of it.

"Standin' at that window won't make them come back any faster," Bobby said from behind Sam.

Sam turned, glanced over his shoulder to where Bobby flicked open the newspaper. Seated at a table in the small restaurant that looked out onto the rendezvous spot, a cup of coffee steamed in front of Bobby.

Sam shook his head, knew that Bobby was right.

"You want some pie?" Bobby asked. "I think the girl said they had cherry or apple."

"No thanks," Sam said, a small sigh escaping him. Pie was Dean's thing. Sure, Sam liked it well enough, but without Dean, pie seemed to lose its flavor.

Sam turned back to the window where the rain ran down the glass. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass and closed his eyes. Thought of how he would run out into the rain as soon as the Impala pulled in and how he would throw his arms around Dean, Bobby and Dad forgotten. Later, they'd order something to eat in the restaurant, Bobby and Dad talking in cryptic code about the status of the hunt, while Dean and Sam kicked each other's feet under the table and ran their fingers up the inseam of each other's pants. Even later still, they'd go back to the motel and sneak out back, pretending to get something from the vending machine while Dad and Bobby stayed behind. By the vending machine, they'd finally have their moment for lips and cock, tongue and hands, Dean and Sam.

Sam opened his eyes and peered through the falling rain on the other side of the window. Coming around the other side of the brick building across the street, a black Impala pulled out.

"Bobby!" Sam said, whipping around. "They're back!"

Without waiting for Bobby's reply, Sam grabbed his coat and hurried out into the rain, ready to greet Dean with opened arms.

End

Comments

[ash48.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! Love it. I can just see him pressing his forehead on that glass.. <333

[layne67.livejournal.com]

That was really beautiful. I could almost hear the rain pattering on the window pane, and I could certainly feel Sam's impatience and agony in waiting for his brother. Lovely!

[allydenise.livejournal.com]

This was an utter delight from start to finish!

[gunznammo2.livejournal.com]

Oh, I so love those boys! This is how it really was.. YUP. : )

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thank you! :D

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! :D

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! :)

[mistyzeo.livejournal.com]

aww, sweet sammy.

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)