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Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~1420 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 (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~1420 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
Elsewhere was not here.
Elsewhere there was death and tears. Elsewhere there were people screaming in the streets and babies wailing in their cradles. Elsewhere there were demons fighting against the angels in golden sparks of supernatural powers. Elsewhere there were plagues and pestilence, fire and brimstone, and four horsemen appearing on the horizon. Elsewhere Dean had tasted blood while seeing darkness and wondered if, after all his running and escaping with the powers of God Himself, the end was at last catching up. Elsewhere Sam, frightened and calm all in one, had leaned over Dean, pulled him tight to his chest and said, Hold on, you're coming with me. Elsewhere Sam had closed his eyes and Dean had closed his, and then there was the sound of wind blowing, a gust through tree leaves, breeze through their hair, and elsewhere and everything had faded away so that elsewhere was not here.
"Dean," Sam whispered, lips close to his ear. "Dean, you can open your eyes. It's okay now."
A sense of vertigo overwhelmed Dean for a moment until he felt Sam's hand close, tight and comforting, on his shoulder, and he opened his eyes unsteadily.
"Sam?" His voice was brittle, no longer the taste of blood there but tongue still dry. "Sam, are we...Did we...? Are we dead" he finally managed to spit out.
Sam shook his head. "Just temporarily MIA."
Dean sighed, a bit relieved. Although, if this was death, he could have welcomed it with opened arms. Together, he and Sam were standing under a massive maple tree with its leaves long gone and branches now covered in snow. The white flakes fell, soft and heavy, from the pale gray sky above. Beyond this tree, there were pine trees so tall and so green beneath the thick layers of snow blanketing their branches. Farther over, shorter than the pine trees, a building with red bricks and white windows, stood amidst the snowdrifts.
Dean leaned back against the tree as the snow drifted down onto his jacket and Sam's hair. The snow felt cold enough—real enough—on his fingers when he let a hand rest against the tree's bark. In a moment of childish whimsy, Dean leaned his head back and opened his mouth to let the snowflakes fall, fat and crisp, in his mouth. It’d been years since he’d seen snow elsewhere; the demons had seen to that, turning earth into a boiling, hellish wasteland.
After a moment, Dean brought his head forward to meet Sam's eyes. "Tastes like cotton candy," he remarked, puzzled.
"Yeah," Sam replied, as if this was perfectly normal. "I think the tree might taste like chocolate." Without waiting for a comment from Dean, Sam reached around behind Dean and broke off a piece of the bark. The snow fluttered away from it with the movement, and Sam lifted, brought the bark to his mouth, and bit down. He crunched silently before swallowing and smiling. "Yup. Chocolate."
Wide-eyed, Dean stared. "Sam…” he said cautiously. “Sam...what did you do?"
Sam shrugged. "I had to get us out of there."
"So you brought us to Willy Wonka's magical land?" Dean tried to keep the panic—anger and fear—out of his voice, resulting with a biting sarcasm.
"It wasn't quite the way I planned it. Wanted something nice. Something that wasn't..." He wavered, searching for the best description. "Wasn't all that back there."
Dean exhaled sharply and walked out from beneath the tree to stand in the drifts of snow by the pine trees that grew as if they had the ability to touch the clouds. "And what do these taste like?" he asked, still cynical.
"Not sure. Can't remember. Give them a shot, I guess? If not, it’s not like they’ll kill you. Just pine trees, after all."
Rolling his eyes because only a moment ago they were on the brink of the apocalypse, prepared to die alone in fire, and now, there was this. This world of candy and snow that Sam had created with his ever-developing mind powers.
Dean tugged on the pine branch, pulled off a single needle and took a small bite of it with his front teeth. Instead of the expected harsh bitterness, a rush of sugary sweet spearmint flooded his mouth. He took another bite and another before popping the whole needle in his mouth. Spearmint through and through, crunchy like a candy cane.
He turned back to where Sam was still standing beneath the chocolate flavored maple tree, hands in his pockets and small smile on his face.
"You son of a bitch," Dean said, laughing. "I don't even want to know how you did this, but goddammit..." He laughed again, didn't know what else to do now, feeling so happy and stupid in this world where snow tasted of spun sugar and trees of candy.
Sam walked through the snow, came closer and wrapped his arms around Dean, linking his hands at the small of Dean's back. He bent his neck to rest his forehead against Dean's, their eyes closing automatically together.
"We can't stay here," Dean said. "They need us back home."
"I know." Sam's breath was warm against Dean's face. "But will they really miss us? Think, we could be happy here, Dean. Just you and me."
Dean smiled and didn't need to see to know that Sam was doing the same. "We could. We would be." He sighed, leaned in closer, lips barely brushing against Sam's when he said, "Sure as hell is tempting."
"Yeah," Sam sighed.
When they kissed, it was as light and gentle as the snow falling on them. So much lately had been done in fear and haste, never knowing if the angels were standing outside their doorway with holy orders, never knowing if the demons had found them at long last with preparations to take them to Hell, and truly, never knowing if it was going to be their last time together before death separated them for good. Now, here, they could savor the time. Make things last.
They fell down into the snow, a little goofy and careless because here, there was nobody around, nobody to hide from or to judge them. Sam was over Dean, hand up Dean's shirt and exposing his belly to the cold air, but it didn't matter. Not when Sam's other hand was working at Dean's pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, pushing past underwear and finding Dean already hard.
"Sammy," Dean breathed when Sam wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly pumped.
Sam kissed him against, more tongue this time than before, mouth opening wide and taking all that Dean had to offer. He worked his own pants out of the way to press himself against Dean, naked cocks next to one another, caught between denim and their bodies. They rocked together, Dean's arms thrown around Sam's neck, and Sam kissing him, tasting of cotton candy and chocolate. There was nothing hurried here, nothing desperate or panicked, and they took their time, enjoyed the warm blush that swept over them together.
"Love you," Sam whispered, hips thrusting deliciously against Dean. "Love you so damn much."
Dean chuckled through his gasps. So close now. He could feel it rising, approaching, and oh yes, nearly there now.
Sam babbled, words tumbling forth, pulled from his lips by this sweet ecstasy and able to speak without being overheard by angels and demons. "Always going to keep you safe, Dean. You know that, yeah? Going to keep you safe," he rambled. Then his words stopped, choked off, and he trembled, coming on Dean's stomach. Dean shuddered shortly after, lost to his own orgasm, and they lay like that, curled together in the snow, for a moment. Eventually, though, Sam rolled over and off, letting Dean clean them up with the bottom of his t-shirt.
On their backs, they looked up at the grey sky, past the tree branches and building top.
"I meant it, you know," Sam said after a moment of silence. "It doesn't matter. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
Dean smiled, snow on his eyelashes now, and he reached over to find Sam's hand in the snow. They linked fingers, and Dean gave a tight squeeze. "I know you will," he answered and pulled Sam closer.
Sam sighed, happy and easy, and rested his head on Dean's chest. He closed his eyes while Dean looked back to the sky and watched the snow drift down.
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
Pix's Pic Pick
Elsewhere was not here.
Elsewhere there was death and tears. Elsewhere there were people screaming in the streets and babies wailing in their cradles. Elsewhere there were demons fighting against the angels in golden sparks of supernatural powers. Elsewhere there were plagues and pestilence, fire and brimstone, and four horsemen appearing on the horizon. Elsewhere Dean had tasted blood while seeing darkness and wondered if, after all his running and escaping with the powers of God Himself, the end was at last catching up. Elsewhere Sam, frightened and calm all in one, had leaned over Dean, pulled him tight to his chest and said, Hold on, you're coming with me. Elsewhere Sam had closed his eyes and Dean had closed his, and then there was the sound of wind blowing, a gust through tree leaves, breeze through their hair, and elsewhere and everything had faded away so that elsewhere was not here.
"Dean," Sam whispered, lips close to his ear. "Dean, you can open your eyes. It's okay now."
A sense of vertigo overwhelmed Dean for a moment until he felt Sam's hand close, tight and comforting, on his shoulder, and he opened his eyes unsteadily.
"Sam?" His voice was brittle, no longer the taste of blood there but tongue still dry. "Sam, are we...Did we...? Are we dead" he finally managed to spit out.
Sam shook his head. "Just temporarily MIA."
Dean sighed, a bit relieved. Although, if this was death, he could have welcomed it with opened arms. Together, he and Sam were standing under a massive maple tree with its leaves long gone and branches now covered in snow. The white flakes fell, soft and heavy, from the pale gray sky above. Beyond this tree, there were pine trees so tall and so green beneath the thick layers of snow blanketing their branches. Farther over, shorter than the pine trees, a building with red bricks and white windows, stood amidst the snowdrifts.
Dean leaned back against the tree as the snow drifted down onto his jacket and Sam's hair. The snow felt cold enough—real enough—on his fingers when he let a hand rest against the tree's bark. In a moment of childish whimsy, Dean leaned his head back and opened his mouth to let the snowflakes fall, fat and crisp, in his mouth. It’d been years since he’d seen snow elsewhere; the demons had seen to that, turning earth into a boiling, hellish wasteland.
After a moment, Dean brought his head forward to meet Sam's eyes. "Tastes like cotton candy," he remarked, puzzled.
"Yeah," Sam replied, as if this was perfectly normal. "I think the tree might taste like chocolate." Without waiting for a comment from Dean, Sam reached around behind Dean and broke off a piece of the bark. The snow fluttered away from it with the movement, and Sam lifted, brought the bark to his mouth, and bit down. He crunched silently before swallowing and smiling. "Yup. Chocolate."
Wide-eyed, Dean stared. "Sam…” he said cautiously. “Sam...what did you do?"
Sam shrugged. "I had to get us out of there."
"So you brought us to Willy Wonka's magical land?" Dean tried to keep the panic—anger and fear—out of his voice, resulting with a biting sarcasm.
"It wasn't quite the way I planned it. Wanted something nice. Something that wasn't..." He wavered, searching for the best description. "Wasn't all that back there."
Dean exhaled sharply and walked out from beneath the tree to stand in the drifts of snow by the pine trees that grew as if they had the ability to touch the clouds. "And what do these taste like?" he asked, still cynical.
"Not sure. Can't remember. Give them a shot, I guess? If not, it’s not like they’ll kill you. Just pine trees, after all."
Rolling his eyes because only a moment ago they were on the brink of the apocalypse, prepared to die alone in fire, and now, there was this. This world of candy and snow that Sam had created with his ever-developing mind powers.
Dean tugged on the pine branch, pulled off a single needle and took a small bite of it with his front teeth. Instead of the expected harsh bitterness, a rush of sugary sweet spearmint flooded his mouth. He took another bite and another before popping the whole needle in his mouth. Spearmint through and through, crunchy like a candy cane.
He turned back to where Sam was still standing beneath the chocolate flavored maple tree, hands in his pockets and small smile on his face.
"You son of a bitch," Dean said, laughing. "I don't even want to know how you did this, but goddammit..." He laughed again, didn't know what else to do now, feeling so happy and stupid in this world where snow tasted of spun sugar and trees of candy.
Sam walked through the snow, came closer and wrapped his arms around Dean, linking his hands at the small of Dean's back. He bent his neck to rest his forehead against Dean's, their eyes closing automatically together.
"We can't stay here," Dean said. "They need us back home."
"I know." Sam's breath was warm against Dean's face. "But will they really miss us? Think, we could be happy here, Dean. Just you and me."
Dean smiled and didn't need to see to know that Sam was doing the same. "We could. We would be." He sighed, leaned in closer, lips barely brushing against Sam's when he said, "Sure as hell is tempting."
"Yeah," Sam sighed.
When they kissed, it was as light and gentle as the snow falling on them. So much lately had been done in fear and haste, never knowing if the angels were standing outside their doorway with holy orders, never knowing if the demons had found them at long last with preparations to take them to Hell, and truly, never knowing if it was going to be their last time together before death separated them for good. Now, here, they could savor the time. Make things last.
They fell down into the snow, a little goofy and careless because here, there was nobody around, nobody to hide from or to judge them. Sam was over Dean, hand up Dean's shirt and exposing his belly to the cold air, but it didn't matter. Not when Sam's other hand was working at Dean's pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, pushing past underwear and finding Dean already hard.
"Sammy," Dean breathed when Sam wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly pumped.
Sam kissed him against, more tongue this time than before, mouth opening wide and taking all that Dean had to offer. He worked his own pants out of the way to press himself against Dean, naked cocks next to one another, caught between denim and their bodies. They rocked together, Dean's arms thrown around Sam's neck, and Sam kissing him, tasting of cotton candy and chocolate. There was nothing hurried here, nothing desperate or panicked, and they took their time, enjoyed the warm blush that swept over them together.
"Love you," Sam whispered, hips thrusting deliciously against Dean. "Love you so damn much."
Dean chuckled through his gasps. So close now. He could feel it rising, approaching, and oh yes, nearly there now.
Sam babbled, words tumbling forth, pulled from his lips by this sweet ecstasy and able to speak without being overheard by angels and demons. "Always going to keep you safe, Dean. You know that, yeah? Going to keep you safe," he rambled. Then his words stopped, choked off, and he trembled, coming on Dean's stomach. Dean shuddered shortly after, lost to his own orgasm, and they lay like that, curled together in the snow, for a moment. Eventually, though, Sam rolled over and off, letting Dean clean them up with the bottom of his t-shirt.
On their backs, they looked up at the grey sky, past the tree branches and building top.
"I meant it, you know," Sam said after a moment of silence. "It doesn't matter. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
Dean smiled, snow on his eyelashes now, and he reached over to find Sam's hand in the snow. They linked fingers, and Dean gave a tight squeeze. "I know you will," he answered and pulled Sam closer.
Sam sighed, happy and easy, and rested his head on Dean's chest. He closed his eyes while Dean looked back to the sky and watched the snow drift down.
End
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Date: 2009-01-09 07:21 am (UTC)sugar snow and chocolate trees. and happy. so much happy, skirting the apocalypse.
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Date: 2009-01-10 07:42 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. *bg*
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Date: 2009-01-09 07:25 am (UTC)All I need is a picture of the two of them, lying there making snow-angels!
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Date: 2009-01-10 07:43 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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