Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
SPOILERS FOR S7 FINALE KIND OF, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
Three days in Rufus' cabin was long e-fucking-nough. The tension had been escalating since the first time their arms had accidentally brushed together within hours of holing up there trying to figure out how the hell to get Dean and Cas back.
Sam had barely slept, trying to pour all his thoughts into his research, but his mind wandered in another direction. Jody was helping, doing her best, but she was a goddamn distraction. He'd caught the looks she'd shot his way more than once. Putting his best effort into ignoring the attraction was not workingAbout halfway into the third day, Sam could hear her, doing whatever the fuck it was she did in the kitchen while he had his head buried in books and internet articles. He thought maybe she was cooking or cleaning or some shit, who knows, but just the sound of it broke something inside him. Tossing the rickety wooden chair aside in his haste to get to where she was, Sam took six long strides toward the kitchen
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Three days in Rufus' cabin was long e-fucking-nough. The tension had been escalating since the first time their arms had accidentally brushed together within hours of holing up there trying to figure out how the hell to get Dean and Cas back.
Sam had barely slept, trying to pour all his thoughts into his research, but his mind wandered in another direction. Jody was helping, doing her best, but she was a goddamn distraction. He'd caught the looks she'd shot his way more than once. Putting his best effort into ignoring the attraction was not workingAbout halfway into the third day, Sam could hear her, doing whatever the fuck it was she did in the kitchen while he had his head buried in books and internet articles. He thought maybe she was cooking or cleaning or some shit, who knows, but just the sound of it broke something inside him. Tossing the rickety wooden chair aside in his haste to get to where she was, Sam took six long strides toward the kitchen ( ... )
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