PixCT: 04.08
It's that time again...
Fic
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~600 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
DruCT: 02.18
PixCT: 02.18
DruCT: 02.25
PixCT: 02.25
DruCT: 03.04
PixCT: 03.04
DruCT: 03.11
PixCT: 03.11
DruCT: 03.18
PixCT: 03.18
DruCT: 03.25
PixCT: 03.25
DruCT: 04.01
PixCT: 04.01
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Today
DruCT: 04.08
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~600 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
When the electricity went out, they used candles to cut the dark.
They lined the candles, some short and some tall, skinny and fat, scented and plain, along the perimeter of the room. With matches, they lit all the candles, Sam taking one side of the room and Dean taking the other until they met in the middle.
Then, once all the candles were lit, they had nothing to do but wait.
Cross-legged, they sat on the two beds in the small room and faced one another.
“So, what now?” Sam said. An innocent question, but his voice was thick and his eyes were lowered to the floor where the shadows crept.
Dean tilted his head, looked at Sam. Any other time, alone in a motel room with no electricity, they might have turned to other things. Things like getting drunk, getting high, and laughing until they cried. Things like pushing each other down, undoing zippers, and sucking cock until they came. Things like climbing into the Impala, starting the engine, and driving until they left.
“We could try to get away,” Dean offered.
Sam shook his head, hair in his eyes. “You know we can’t.”
“So, we’re just going to sit and wait?” Dean swore, an obscene hiss. “We could still try to fight.”
“Fight, yeah,” Sam said. “But run?” He laughed bitterly. “C’mon, Dean. Isn’t that what we’ve been doing for the last week?”
It was, Dean knew. They had gotten into the Impala, driven as far as they could, only to end up right where they’d started. They had gone out on foot, walking into the horizon, but the scenery never changed. When they turned around, it was as if they’d just walked out of the room, the motel sitting behind them, watching them with empty eyes.
One by one, the candles went out, the wicks burning lower and lower, until they disappeared into the pools of wax at the bottoms. The fragrance of the candles hung heavily in the air, the only trace they’d been there at all. Soon, there was only one candle burning, two little wicks holding fast, flickering in the darkness. Two little flames refusing to give in despite the darkness all around them.
“Who do you think will come first?” Sam asked. “Michael or Lucifer?” When he looked up to meet Dean’s eyes, half of his face disappeared into the shadows.
Dean swallowed. Didn’t want to think about such an answer. Didn’t want to debate whether Lucifer would be first and take Sam away in front of him. Didn’t want to worry that Sam would be left behind on his own when Michael came.
“When they come,” Dean said, “we’ll be ready for them.” False words. Lies. He knew it. Sam knew it. But, he wouldn’t give in just yet.
They sat in the darkness, watching the twin flames flicker, lost in thought. At last, Sam said, “Dean, look, I-”
“Don’t,” Dean said, cutting him off. He knew by Sam's tone what was coming. “What’s done is done. I don’t want a final speech, all right? Just…” Dean paused, inhaled sharply. “Just promise me that no matter what he offers you, you say no, all right? You say no to that bastard.”
Sam nodded, but there were tears in his eyes. He swallowed once. Twice. Looked away from Dean and into the darkness.
They waited.
“Dean.”
Dean looked up. A breeze moved through the room, even though Dean knew he had closed all the windows, locked all the doors, secured everything that was the way to the outside. The wind swept around the candle, played with its two little flames, and then, snuffed them out.
“Dean,” Sam whispered, “they’re here.”
End
Fic
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
DruCT: 02.18
PixCT: 02.18
DruCT: 02.25
PixCT: 02.25
DruCT: 03.04
PixCT: 03.04
DruCT: 03.11
PixCT: 03.11
DruCT: 03.18
PixCT: 03.18
DruCT: 03.25
PixCT: 03.25
DruCT: 04.01
PixCT: 04.01
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Today
DruCT: 04.08
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~600 words
- - - - -
Dru's Pic Pick
When the electricity went out, they used candles to cut the dark.
They lined the candles, some short and some tall, skinny and fat, scented and plain, along the perimeter of the room. With matches, they lit all the candles, Sam taking one side of the room and Dean taking the other until they met in the middle.
Then, once all the candles were lit, they had nothing to do but wait.
Cross-legged, they sat on the two beds in the small room and faced one another.
“So, what now?” Sam said. An innocent question, but his voice was thick and his eyes were lowered to the floor where the shadows crept.
Dean tilted his head, looked at Sam. Any other time, alone in a motel room with no electricity, they might have turned to other things. Things like getting drunk, getting high, and laughing until they cried. Things like pushing each other down, undoing zippers, and sucking cock until they came. Things like climbing into the Impala, starting the engine, and driving until they left.
“We could try to get away,” Dean offered.
Sam shook his head, hair in his eyes. “You know we can’t.”
“So, we’re just going to sit and wait?” Dean swore, an obscene hiss. “We could still try to fight.”
“Fight, yeah,” Sam said. “But run?” He laughed bitterly. “C’mon, Dean. Isn’t that what we’ve been doing for the last week?”
It was, Dean knew. They had gotten into the Impala, driven as far as they could, only to end up right where they’d started. They had gone out on foot, walking into the horizon, but the scenery never changed. When they turned around, it was as if they’d just walked out of the room, the motel sitting behind them, watching them with empty eyes.
One by one, the candles went out, the wicks burning lower and lower, until they disappeared into the pools of wax at the bottoms. The fragrance of the candles hung heavily in the air, the only trace they’d been there at all. Soon, there was only one candle burning, two little wicks holding fast, flickering in the darkness. Two little flames refusing to give in despite the darkness all around them.
“Who do you think will come first?” Sam asked. “Michael or Lucifer?” When he looked up to meet Dean’s eyes, half of his face disappeared into the shadows.
Dean swallowed. Didn’t want to think about such an answer. Didn’t want to debate whether Lucifer would be first and take Sam away in front of him. Didn’t want to worry that Sam would be left behind on his own when Michael came.
“When they come,” Dean said, “we’ll be ready for them.” False words. Lies. He knew it. Sam knew it. But, he wouldn’t give in just yet.
They sat in the darkness, watching the twin flames flicker, lost in thought. At last, Sam said, “Dean, look, I-”
“Don’t,” Dean said, cutting him off. He knew by Sam's tone what was coming. “What’s done is done. I don’t want a final speech, all right? Just…” Dean paused, inhaled sharply. “Just promise me that no matter what he offers you, you say no, all right? You say no to that bastard.”
Sam nodded, but there were tears in his eyes. He swallowed once. Twice. Looked away from Dean and into the darkness.
They waited.
“Dean.”
Dean looked up. A breeze moved through the room, even though Dean knew he had closed all the windows, locked all the doors, secured everything that was the way to the outside. The wind swept around the candle, played with its two little flames, and then, snuffed them out.
“Dean,” Sam whispered, “they’re here.”
End