Doctor, Doctor! (Dean/Dr Sexy, Dean/Gabriel, R)
I deleted my prompt post. It was just too depressing. But speaking of prompts, I should bring my spnland drabbles over. Kept meaning to do that. ... I thought for sure I'd posted the Dean/Gabe ficlet already, but I can't find it. Huh.Let's start with that, them.
Title: Doctor, Doctor!
Pairing(s): Dean/Doctor Sexy, Dean/Gabriel
Rating: R
Warnings: minor spoilers for Changing Channels
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Word Count: 489
Dean blinked, confused and disoriented. He suddenly found himself in complete darkness. A closet, by the feel of it. He fumbled for the light switch and realized that yes, he was in a supply closet. Hospital supplies, by the look of it. He touched his clothes and groaned at the familiar feel of the white lab coat and scrubs.
But before he had time to freak out, the door opened and Dr Sexy walked in, assessing him with a hungry look. “Doctor,” he greeted.
“Doctor.” Dean could barely hold in his excited giggles. Dr Sexy closed and then locked the door and Dean suddenly knew this wasn’t the trickster’s… Gabriel’s TV Land again, this was one of his favourite dreams. Although usually his dreams didn’t take place in a closet and Dr. Sexy was not crowding him like that, and… whoa!
“Doctor Winchester. It’s time for your annual performance review.” Doctor Sexy took hold of Dean’s coat and shrugged it off of him.
“Sir?” Dean was confused. Usually, they just worked side by side, had lunch together. Or Dean was just watching him from afar, admiring his confidence and professionalism. And, granted, his perfect hair and the way those scrubs hugged his ass and…
“Don’t play coy now, Dean. I see the way you look at me.” Doctor Sexy was taking off his own coat, his shirt going next and Dean couldn’t help staring at those well defined abs and the abundant chest hair. “I know you want to be a good boy for me.”
Dean groaned, couldn’t help it. He bit his lip. “Y..yes.” His voice came out weak and he cleared his throat. “Yes, sir. I do.”
“Good.” Doctor Sexy smiled. “I know you can follow orders, right, Dean? Will you be a good boy and do as I say? Will you be good for me?”
Swallowing hard, Dean had to look down again. This was Doctor Sexy. The Doctor Sexy. Here in the closet with him. Him! Not one of those slutty interns. This was a damn awesome dream! He looked back up, raising his chin. “Yes, sir. Anything you say.”
“Perfect.” Doctor Sexy cupped his cheek and Dean shuddered. “Let’s start with getting you out of those scrubs and then I want you on your knees.”
**
Leaving the supply closet, Gabriel beamed. Hells yeah! This had been one of his best ideas ever. Dean Winchester was so damn easy to read. The way he’d looked at him in those scrubs before? Throw in a little daddy!kink and you get the perfect, pliant little toy. If only he were this easy to get along with outside of his dreams. But for now, this would have to do. Perfect set-up. He’d even remembered the cowboy boots this time. Maybe tomorrow Dean would screw up a procedure and his boss had to discipline him. Gabriel whistled happily.
Now to find a way to get back at Sam.
Title: Doctor, Doctor!
Pairing(s): Dean/Doctor Sexy, Dean/Gabriel
Rating: R
Warnings: minor spoilers for Changing Channels
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Word Count: 489
Dean blinked, confused and disoriented. He suddenly found himself in complete darkness. A closet, by the feel of it. He fumbled for the light switch and realized that yes, he was in a supply closet. Hospital supplies, by the look of it. He touched his clothes and groaned at the familiar feel of the white lab coat and scrubs.
But before he had time to freak out, the door opened and Dr Sexy walked in, assessing him with a hungry look. “Doctor,” he greeted.
“Doctor.” Dean could barely hold in his excited giggles. Dr Sexy closed and then locked the door and Dean suddenly knew this wasn’t the trickster’s… Gabriel’s TV Land again, this was one of his favourite dreams. Although usually his dreams didn’t take place in a closet and Dr. Sexy was not crowding him like that, and… whoa!
“Doctor Winchester. It’s time for your annual performance review.” Doctor Sexy took hold of Dean’s coat and shrugged it off of him.
“Sir?” Dean was confused. Usually, they just worked side by side, had lunch together. Or Dean was just watching him from afar, admiring his confidence and professionalism. And, granted, his perfect hair and the way those scrubs hugged his ass and…
“Don’t play coy now, Dean. I see the way you look at me.” Doctor Sexy was taking off his own coat, his shirt going next and Dean couldn’t help staring at those well defined abs and the abundant chest hair. “I know you want to be a good boy for me.”
Dean groaned, couldn’t help it. He bit his lip. “Y..yes.” His voice came out weak and he cleared his throat. “Yes, sir. I do.”
“Good.” Doctor Sexy smiled. “I know you can follow orders, right, Dean? Will you be a good boy and do as I say? Will you be good for me?”
Swallowing hard, Dean had to look down again. This was Doctor Sexy. The Doctor Sexy. Here in the closet with him. Him! Not one of those slutty interns. This was a damn awesome dream! He looked back up, raising his chin. “Yes, sir. Anything you say.”
“Perfect.” Doctor Sexy cupped his cheek and Dean shuddered. “Let’s start with getting you out of those scrubs and then I want you on your knees.”
**
Leaving the supply closet, Gabriel beamed. Hells yeah! This had been one of his best ideas ever. Dean Winchester was so damn easy to read. The way he’d looked at him in those scrubs before? Throw in a little daddy!kink and you get the perfect, pliant little toy. If only he were this easy to get along with outside of his dreams. But for now, this would have to do. Perfect set-up. He’d even remembered the cowboy boots this time. Maybe tomorrow Dean would screw up a procedure and his boss had to discipline him. Gabriel whistled happily.
Now to find a way to get back at Sam.