Ezekiel/Dean, manipulation/mistaken identityscarletscarletOctober 10 2013, 17:52:05 UTC
Ezekiel seduces Dean, who was drunk enough to not realise it wasn't Sam. Until the next morning, that is, when Sam clearly doesn't know what happened. (double the consent issues *\o/*)
FILLED: Not for a year [Sam?zekiel/Dean, manipulation/mistaken identity] Part 1/3counteragentOctober 14 2013, 17:19:06 UTC
A/N: Contains past Dean/Benny as well. Also Dean isn't drunk, sorry! I still hope someone fills that part of the prompt!
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“So, uh, wanna catch a movie tonight? Maybe one we’ve seen before?”
Sam’s voice was quiet, and he didn’t look at Dean. Dean went perfectly still. The barely-audible hum of the bunker’s machinery was as loud as a jet engine in the sudden silence splitting the library.
They haven’t, not for a year.
Not since things went sour over Benny. More sour, anyway, they were already pretty bad by that point; Sam had replaced Dean with a girl and a dog and Dean was nostalgic for monster hell
( ... )
FILLED: Not for a year [Sam?zekiel/Dean, manipulation/mistaken identity] Part 2/3counteragentOctober 14 2013, 17:20:29 UTC
“I mean, it’s cool if you’re tired.” Sam said it fast, backpedalling better than a politician. Dean remained frozen, caught in one of his most obvious tells, but what was he going to fucking say?
They haven’t, not for a year.
They kept their distance after that angry night, a couple staying together for the children. Except their children were an unstable prophet, a loony angel, the King of Hell, and a legacy of suffering and sacrifice.
In the end it had boiled over, like it always did. Sam threw himself on the bomb this time, revealing in the final moments before the bell that he’d been playing for Dean’s team all along. And that, that wasn’t fair-you can’t just admit that how wrong you are and how right Dean is and then clock out before Dean can take it back. That was dirty pool. How could Dean win the argument-no, I love you more--if Sam wasn't going to fight
( ... )
FILLLED: Not for a year [Sam?zekiel/Dean, manipulation/mistaken identity] Part 3/3counteragentOctober 14 2013, 17:21:07 UTC
“Sorry I almost gave you the brush off last night, Sammy.”
Sam was always Sammy when Dean was in a good mood, which a morning-after glow generally ensured. Dean wasn’t about to pretend their lives were not a bit perverse.
Sam gave him a Look. Well, that was uncalled for. I mean, yeah, they didn’t talk about sex. Ever. But Dean had thought that was oblique enough to pass. It was a compliment for crissake. No need for Sam to look so bitchy.
“Dean, you, uh.” Sam paused. Dean would realize later that he was trying to think of a way to say you shot me down without sounding like he’d had his feelings hurt. Of course, later, hurting Sam’s feelings was going to be the least of Dean’s worries
( ... )
Kevin Tran, intrepid solver of mysteriesscarletscarletOctober 10 2013, 17:54:18 UTC
Kevin can see that something's different about Sam (maybe he can see the energy?), but no one's telling him anything, as usual. He'll have to suss this one out himself.
Abaddon/Dean, general badness, Sam watchingscarletscarletOctober 10 2013, 17:59:33 UTC
Abaddon gets hold of them both, and finds out something's stopping her from getting too close to Sam. Dean, though, she can touch all she wants. However you like, really :).
"Firebird" Prompt: Abaddon/Dean, general badness, Sam watchingthursdaysistersOctober 11 2013, 13:53:18 UTC
Abaddon released Dean's throat, one finger pulling his shirt collar down. "Not gonna tell me your locker combination?" she asked, scratching his tattoo with a red nail, "That'll come off
( ... )
prompt: Angel InterrogationthursdaysistersOctober 10 2013, 18:16:29 UTC
Ezekial interrogating Crowley, in the bunker dungeon, where Crowley says all kinds of snarky crap to goad the Sam half into doubting his own memory and ultimately ejecting the angel. Crowley: "What, you don't remember (sex act/horrible event that never actually occurred)?"
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“So, uh, wanna catch a movie tonight? Maybe one we’ve seen before?”
Sam’s voice was quiet, and he didn’t look at Dean. Dean went perfectly still. The barely-audible hum of the bunker’s machinery was as loud as a jet engine in the sudden silence splitting the library.
They haven’t, not for a year.
Not since things went sour over Benny. More sour, anyway, they were already pretty bad by that point; Sam had replaced Dean with a girl and a dog and Dean was nostalgic for monster hell ( ... )
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They haven’t, not for a year.
They kept their distance after that angry night, a couple staying together for the children. Except their children were an unstable prophet, a loony angel, the King of Hell, and a legacy of suffering and sacrifice.
In the end it had boiled over, like it always did. Sam threw himself on the bomb this time, revealing in the final moments before the bell that he’d been playing for Dean’s team all along. And that, that wasn’t fair-you can’t just admit that how wrong you are and how right Dean is and then clock out before Dean can take it back. That was dirty pool. How could Dean win the argument-no, I love you more--if Sam wasn't going to fight ( ... )
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“Sorry I almost gave you the brush off last night, Sammy.”
Sam was always Sammy when Dean was in a good mood, which a morning-after glow generally ensured. Dean wasn’t about to pretend their lives were not a bit perverse.
Sam gave him a Look. Well, that was uncalled for. I mean, yeah, they didn’t talk about sex. Ever. But Dean had thought that was oblique enough to pass. It was a compliment for crissake. No need for Sam to look so bitchy.
“Dean, you, uh.” Sam paused. Dean would realize later that he was trying to think of a way to say you shot me down without sounding like he’d had his feelings hurt. Of course, later, hurting Sam’s feelings was going to be the least of Dean’s worries ( ... )
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