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So, I caved and did the Drabble-Matic.
To Gently Lift
Sam and Dean were celebrating a rosey Valentine's Day together. Sam had cooked an eager dinner and they ate by a wall by candlelight.
"My darling," Dean said, stroking Sam's lip, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Sam. "It is but a high token of my vile love."
Sam opened the box. Inside was a bright petal! He gazed at it selfishly. Then he gazed at Dean selfishly. "It's hard," Sam said. "Come here and let me lift you."
Just then, an incandescent crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a kite so high in the sky. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a disgusting voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Dean read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other furiously as the crone cackled some more. Sam's toe began to tremble. Then Dean shrugged, pulled out a book, and hit the crone on her tongue. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Sam said and kissed Dean handily. "This is a shockingly Valentine's Day!"
They lustfuly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they lifted each other all night long.
A Calico Day To Pet
Sam stepped fairly out into the golden sunshine, and admired Dean's knee. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a contrary sight."
Dean climbed off the brush and walked intermitently across the grass to greet his lover. Sam patted Dean on the thigh and then tried to pet him hardly, but without success.
"That's all right," Dean said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not flawless," Sam. "Not as flawless as the time we petted on the top."
Dean nodded warmly. "We were constant back in those days."
"Our wrists were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Sam said. "Everything seems bruised and soft when you're young."
"Of course," Dean said. "But now we're sinister, we can still have fun. If we go about it swiftly."
"Swiftly?" Sam said . "But how?"
"With this," Dean said and held out a pissy toilet. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to pet."
Sam swallowed the toilet at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to pet swiftly. They petted like a cold wind that cuts through clothes as though they weren't there. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
To Gently Lift
Sam and Dean were celebrating a rosey Valentine's Day together. Sam had cooked an eager dinner and they ate by a wall by candlelight.
"My darling," Dean said, stroking Sam's lip, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Sam. "It is but a high token of my vile love."
Sam opened the box. Inside was a bright petal! He gazed at it selfishly. Then he gazed at Dean selfishly. "It's hard," Sam said. "Come here and let me lift you."
Just then, an incandescent crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a kite so high in the sky. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a disgusting voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Dean read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other furiously as the crone cackled some more. Sam's toe began to tremble. Then Dean shrugged, pulled out a book, and hit the crone on her tongue. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Sam said and kissed Dean handily. "This is a shockingly Valentine's Day!"
They lustfuly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they lifted each other all night long.
A Calico Day To Pet
Sam stepped fairly out into the golden sunshine, and admired Dean's knee. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a contrary sight."
Dean climbed off the brush and walked intermitently across the grass to greet his lover. Sam patted Dean on the thigh and then tried to pet him hardly, but without success.
"That's all right," Dean said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not flawless," Sam. "Not as flawless as the time we petted on the top."
Dean nodded warmly. "We were constant back in those days."
"Our wrists were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Sam said. "Everything seems bruised and soft when you're young."
"Of course," Dean said. "But now we're sinister, we can still have fun. If we go about it swiftly."
"Swiftly?" Sam said . "But how?"
"With this," Dean said and held out a pissy toilet. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to pet."
Sam swallowed the toilet at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to pet swiftly. They petted like a cold wind that cuts through clothes as though they weren't there. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.