PixCT: 08-21
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
~460 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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Today
DruCT: 08-21
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~460 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
She cut the apples into chunks. Cut them one way and then another so that they fell onto her cutting board in little cubes of fruit. She took the blade of her knife and scraped the pieces off the board into the pie plate with the pastry already prepared.
She hummed to herself as she mixed brown sugar and butter together in another bowl. Outside her window, on the opposite lawn, the two neighbor boys played. Their dad was gone for what she believed was the third time this month. Sure, the oldest boy, Dean, was responsible enough to care for the two of them, but it still wasn't right. She shook her head silently, pouring the sugar and butter mix over the heaping apples.
She rolled out the remaining ball of dough to form the top crust of the pie. Over here in her house with the roses growing up the side and bees gathering around the flowers, she wasn't blind. The boys, Sam and Dean, may have thought she was, but she knew better. She had seen the way they looked at each other. The small, private smiles they reserved for only each other and the way they weren't overly conscious of how their hands drifted too close to the other's cock inside blue jeans. She had never seen them do anything more than smile and touch, but she knew well enough anyway.
She pricked the top of the finished pie with the letter "A" and placed it in the oven. Sam and Dean were laughing, popsicles in hand, and Dean kept trying to paint Sam's face with his red one while Sam yelled and pushed Dean away. Boys would be boys, she decided. As the pie baked, she went down to the basement where she found a box. She lifted the box, examining it, and she decided that with some extra tape on that weak corner it would hold her pie well enough.
She climbed the stairs back up to the kitchen, where the aroma of the pie was floating through the air. From one of the office drawers, she pulled out a roll of masking tape and set about strengthening that one flimsy corner on the box. Once that was finished, she set the box on the countertop and went to iron while the pie continued to bake.
She ironed her clothes and was halfway done when the timer on the oven went off. The pie smelled delicious when she pulled it from the oven and set it on a trivet to cool. A while later, once the pie was cooled, she placed it in the box. She walked over to the Winchester house with the pie in its box. She hoped the boys would enjoy it.
End
Fic:
- - - - -
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
She cut the apples into chunks. Cut them one way and then another so that they fell onto her cutting board in little cubes of fruit. She took the blade of her knife and scraped the pieces off the board into the pie plate with the pastry already prepared.
She hummed to herself as she mixed brown sugar and butter together in another bowl. Outside her window, on the opposite lawn, the two neighbor boys played. Their dad was gone for what she believed was the third time this month. Sure, the oldest boy, Dean, was responsible enough to care for the two of them, but it still wasn't right. She shook her head silently, pouring the sugar and butter mix over the heaping apples.
She rolled out the remaining ball of dough to form the top crust of the pie. Over here in her house with the roses growing up the side and bees gathering around the flowers, she wasn't blind. The boys, Sam and Dean, may have thought she was, but she knew better. She had seen the way they looked at each other. The small, private smiles they reserved for only each other and the way they weren't overly conscious of how their hands drifted too close to the other's cock inside blue jeans. She had never seen them do anything more than smile and touch, but she knew well enough anyway.
She pricked the top of the finished pie with the letter "A" and placed it in the oven. Sam and Dean were laughing, popsicles in hand, and Dean kept trying to paint Sam's face with his red one while Sam yelled and pushed Dean away. Boys would be boys, she decided. As the pie baked, she went down to the basement where she found a box. She lifted the box, examining it, and she decided that with some extra tape on that weak corner it would hold her pie well enough.
She climbed the stairs back up to the kitchen, where the aroma of the pie was floating through the air. From one of the office drawers, she pulled out a roll of masking tape and set about strengthening that one flimsy corner on the box. Once that was finished, she set the box on the countertop and went to iron while the pie continued to bake.
She ironed her clothes and was halfway done when the timer on the oven went off. The pie smelled delicious when she pulled it from the oven and set it on a trivet to cool. A while later, once the pie was cooled, she placed it in the box. She walked over to the Winchester house with the pie in its box. She hoped the boys would enjoy it.
End
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Date: 2008-08-26 11:38 pm (UTC)♥