Supernatural/Dean Winchester/30-C/ 2-powder, 18-untouchable
Title: Guns are Sexy
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: 2 - powder
Character/Pairing: Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 111
Summary: Dean comes to the rescue.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
There was a crash like thunder as the door burst in. I was distracted from my horrific situation momentarily as I glanced at the man who had burst into my nightmare. Senses slowed by fear and pain, I could only watch as he stepped between me and my worst fear come to life.
I'd never been a fan of guns. My dad and his brothers had hunted but none of my friends, as I was growing up or was adult, had taken to that particular hobby. But, when my hero drew and fired three shots into my tormentor, there was nothing sexier than him and his weapon.
Then, I blacked out.
Title: The Impala and Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: 18 - untouchable
Character/Pairing: Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 247
Summary: Why Dean and the Impala are such a good match.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
The Impala cruised down the road with Dean at the wheel. Together, they were the epitome of cool. A black muscle car, throaty engine, and powerful weapons in the trunk is the perfect compliment to a reckless man in leather, singing old rock and roll at the top of his lungs and flirting with every female that passes by with his trademark smirk.
Even down a bumpy road, the Impala would glide with a grace only a woman could have. Dean would have it under control driving with one hand and never even think of putting the other on the wheel. His right hand is dedicated to his music, which is almost as important as gasoline to the running of the car.
Hidden in the ebony of night, the headlights would be the only sign that rescue was on the way. The roar as she speeds to where she's needed would announce her approach and encourage the victims to just hold on until they got there.
More than one lady has found herself in the backseat of the Impala after a heated evening at a bar. The smooth leather seat and seductive voice of Dean more than tempted his female companions. They drew her into the small space that is just Dean's world. It looks how he wants it to and smells like leather, gun oil and the cologne he splurged on for nights just like this.
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: 2 - powder
Character/Pairing: Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 111
Summary: Dean comes to the rescue.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
There was a crash like thunder as the door burst in. I was distracted from my horrific situation momentarily as I glanced at the man who had burst into my nightmare. Senses slowed by fear and pain, I could only watch as he stepped between me and my worst fear come to life.
I'd never been a fan of guns. My dad and his brothers had hunted but none of my friends, as I was growing up or was adult, had taken to that particular hobby. But, when my hero drew and fired three shots into my tormentor, there was nothing sexier than him and his weapon.
Then, I blacked out.
Title: The Impala and Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: 18 - untouchable
Character/Pairing: Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 247
Summary: Why Dean and the Impala are such a good match.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
The Impala cruised down the road with Dean at the wheel. Together, they were the epitome of cool. A black muscle car, throaty engine, and powerful weapons in the trunk is the perfect compliment to a reckless man in leather, singing old rock and roll at the top of his lungs and flirting with every female that passes by with his trademark smirk.
Even down a bumpy road, the Impala would glide with a grace only a woman could have. Dean would have it under control driving with one hand and never even think of putting the other on the wheel. His right hand is dedicated to his music, which is almost as important as gasoline to the running of the car.
Hidden in the ebony of night, the headlights would be the only sign that rescue was on the way. The roar as she speeds to where she's needed would announce her approach and encourage the victims to just hold on until they got there.
More than one lady has found herself in the backseat of the Impala after a heated evening at a bar. The smooth leather seat and seductive voice of Dean more than tempted his female companions. They drew her into the small space that is just Dean's world. It looks how he wants it to and smells like leather, gun oil and the cologne he splurged on for nights just like this.