Prompt: 93-dark, 6-control, 31-music
Title: Stargazing
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 93 - dark
Word Count: 237
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: slash, incest
"This is so peaceful." Sam said as he relaxed against Dean in the front seat of the Impala. It was cold outside and the stars twinkled in the black sky. The chill had started to seep into the car. Sam tugged Dean's arms around him, thankful for the extra warmth. The leather of Dean's jacket creaked as Sam laid his face on Dean's shoulder. He inhaled all the scents that equaled home to him -- gun oil, sweat, and that little smell that was just dean.
"It is pretty," Dean agreed as he held his brother closer. He'd held his brother in his arms his whole life. As Sam had grown, Dean had to adjust his arms but always made sure they were available if Sam needed them around him. He'd protect Sam from anything supernatural or real.
Sam's breath on Dean's neck caused Dean's eyelashes to flutter as Sam's actions caused a warming inside his gut.
"Each one of those stars we see had probably already burned themselves out in the time it took the light to reach the earth."
"Geek," Dean said fondly. "Did you take astrology in college?"
"Nope. Just picked it up from somewhere. Kind of like how we learn our hunting skills."
Dean scoffed. "Seems like we're always flying by the seat of our pants."
"I'm fine with that as long as you're flying with me."
Kissing Sam's temple, Dean whispered, "Always."
Title: Seduced by Sleighbells
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 6 - control
Word Count: 328
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: slash, incest
The bells rang at the steady pace of the horses’ trot as they pulled the sleigh.
“Are you sure there’s something going on in those stables?” Sam asked as his breath fogged in front of his face.
“Six people dead, dude. I know horses have hooves, but these guys were stabbed. And horses aren’t unicorns.”
They watched the group on the hayride scamper down to the ground and race to the shack that had hot chocolate and cider. There was a line and the sleigh filled up again. A whistle from the driver and the Clydesdales were off.
“So do we just wait until the rides are done and everyone is at home or do you think we could scout the barn out while the driver is occupied?”
“I’m freezing. I’d like a peek in that barn.”
The building wasn’t heated but at least it was out of the wind. That in itself made it feel much warmer. Sam looked at Dean and his nose was bright red from the cold. He couldn’t help it, he laughed.
“What?”
“Nothing, Rudolph.”
Dean shot Sam a look.
“It struck me as funny.”
Dean did not smile.
Word didn’t work, so Sam convinced Dean with action. He put his hands on Dean’ s cheeks and kissed his cool lips. His tongue entered the warmth of Dean’s mouth and Dean gripped his shoulders to hold him in place.
“The driver might be done soon,” Sam regretted starting something.
“Don’t care,” Dean replied as he roughly pulled Sam to him. He kissed Sam breathless.
Hands wandered over their clothing and migrated to their hips. Dean slid his hand down the back of Sam’s loose fitting jeans. His chilly fingers made Sam gasp when they found his hole. They were so close together, they were breathing the same air.
“What’s going on down there!” a harsh voice sliced through the night.
Their moment was ruined and it was time to get back to work.
Title: Jeff Foxworthy Songs
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 31 - music
Word Count: 230
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: slash, incest
“What are you singing?” Sam looked up from the computer when Dean walked in the door.
“Some Jeff Foxworthy Christmas song,” Dean replied as he bent to untie his boots. “The Ten Days of Christmas?”
“Twelve Days of Christmas,” Sam corrected. “There’s also that Ten Point Buck song.”
“Yeah, must have combined the two. They had the Christmas one on the jukebox at the bar.”
“They did?”
“Yep. Just shows how far away from civilization we really are. Got that tune stuck in my head now.”
“It was a funny video.”
Dean scrunched his eyebrows together. “I don’t think I remember that one.”
“You probably haven’t seen it. It’s not on the porn network.”
Boots off, Dean sighed as he slouched back in the chair. “Just having the song in my brain is bad enough. Don’t think I need any visuals.”
“Poor Dean,” Sam went to stand behind Dean. He rubbed his brother’s shoulders and kissed his head. “Did the rednecks traumatize you?” he teased.
“I can bring you back there.”
“No, I was waiting for you to return. Had some plans of my own I thought you’d want to follow through on.”
“What plans?”
“Well, it starts like,” Sam gave Dean a kiss, “this, and then goes on from there.”
“I think I like that plan.”
“I knew you would.” Sam smirked as he led Dean to the bed.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 93 - dark
Word Count: 237
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: slash, incest
"This is so peaceful." Sam said as he relaxed against Dean in the front seat of the Impala. It was cold outside and the stars twinkled in the black sky. The chill had started to seep into the car. Sam tugged Dean's arms around him, thankful for the extra warmth. The leather of Dean's jacket creaked as Sam laid his face on Dean's shoulder. He inhaled all the scents that equaled home to him -- gun oil, sweat, and that little smell that was just dean.
"It is pretty," Dean agreed as he held his brother closer. He'd held his brother in his arms his whole life. As Sam had grown, Dean had to adjust his arms but always made sure they were available if Sam needed them around him. He'd protect Sam from anything supernatural or real.
Sam's breath on Dean's neck caused Dean's eyelashes to flutter as Sam's actions caused a warming inside his gut.
"Each one of those stars we see had probably already burned themselves out in the time it took the light to reach the earth."
"Geek," Dean said fondly. "Did you take astrology in college?"
"Nope. Just picked it up from somewhere. Kind of like how we learn our hunting skills."
Dean scoffed. "Seems like we're always flying by the seat of our pants."
"I'm fine with that as long as you're flying with me."
Kissing Sam's temple, Dean whispered, "Always."
Title: Seduced by Sleighbells
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 6 - control
Word Count: 328
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: slash, incest
The bells rang at the steady pace of the horses’ trot as they pulled the sleigh.
“Are you sure there’s something going on in those stables?” Sam asked as his breath fogged in front of his face.
“Six people dead, dude. I know horses have hooves, but these guys were stabbed. And horses aren’t unicorns.”
They watched the group on the hayride scamper down to the ground and race to the shack that had hot chocolate and cider. There was a line and the sleigh filled up again. A whistle from the driver and the Clydesdales were off.
“So do we just wait until the rides are done and everyone is at home or do you think we could scout the barn out while the driver is occupied?”
“I’m freezing. I’d like a peek in that barn.”
The building wasn’t heated but at least it was out of the wind. That in itself made it feel much warmer. Sam looked at Dean and his nose was bright red from the cold. He couldn’t help it, he laughed.
“What?”
“Nothing, Rudolph.”
Dean shot Sam a look.
“It struck me as funny.”
Dean did not smile.
Word didn’t work, so Sam convinced Dean with action. He put his hands on Dean’ s cheeks and kissed his cool lips. His tongue entered the warmth of Dean’s mouth and Dean gripped his shoulders to hold him in place.
“The driver might be done soon,” Sam regretted starting something.
“Don’t care,” Dean replied as he roughly pulled Sam to him. He kissed Sam breathless.
Hands wandered over their clothing and migrated to their hips. Dean slid his hand down the back of Sam’s loose fitting jeans. His chilly fingers made Sam gasp when they found his hole. They were so close together, they were breathing the same air.
“What’s going on down there!” a harsh voice sliced through the night.
Their moment was ruined and it was time to get back to work.
Title: Jeff Foxworthy Songs
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 31 - music
Word Count: 230
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: slash, incest
“What are you singing?” Sam looked up from the computer when Dean walked in the door.
“Some Jeff Foxworthy Christmas song,” Dean replied as he bent to untie his boots. “The Ten Days of Christmas?”
“Twelve Days of Christmas,” Sam corrected. “There’s also that Ten Point Buck song.”
“Yeah, must have combined the two. They had the Christmas one on the jukebox at the bar.”
“They did?”
“Yep. Just shows how far away from civilization we really are. Got that tune stuck in my head now.”
“It was a funny video.”
Dean scrunched his eyebrows together. “I don’t think I remember that one.”
“You probably haven’t seen it. It’s not on the porn network.”
Boots off, Dean sighed as he slouched back in the chair. “Just having the song in my brain is bad enough. Don’t think I need any visuals.”
“Poor Dean,” Sam went to stand behind Dean. He rubbed his brother’s shoulders and kissed his head. “Did the rednecks traumatize you?” he teased.
“I can bring you back there.”
“No, I was waiting for you to return. Had some plans of my own I thought you’d want to follow through on.”
“What plans?”
“Well, it starts like,” Sam gave Dean a kiss, “this, and then goes on from there.”
“I think I like that plan.”
“I knew you would.” Sam smirked as he led Dean to the bed.