Fic Quotes #3
Pairings this post: Wincest, Weecest, gen, Team Free Love, Destiel, Sabriel, Winbrother
The kid in Sam freaks out a little at the old springs because people will fucking HEAR them, while the perv in Sam does a little dance because people will HEAR them fucking!
-- These Things Happen, bewaretheides15, (Dean/Sam)
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Sam's knees dip into the padding of the seat on either side of his brother's body and his mind helpfully supplies the word 'straddle' but he's mostly ignoring his brain at the moment. He's sitting on Dean's lap, reverse of the way they used to do it when Dean would bounce Sam on his knees and that's a fucking ridiculous thought to have right now, no wonder he's ignoring his brain.
-- Crush, bewaretheides15, (Dean/Sam, weecest)
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Naked as the day he'd been born, but a lot larger all over. Bobby was a little impressed that Sam had managed to stay in that sort of shape while attending Stanford, but mainly he was thinking, oh shit, oh shit, we're all gonna die.
--Do Dandelions Roar by (AO3)kyrene, (De-aged!Dean/Sam)
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They keep bickering, though, and Dad gets fed up and gives them twenty bucks and tells them if they don't leave him alone for a couple hours, he's going to leave them by the side of the road with a cardboard sign that says, "Free to a Good Home."
-- He's Not Heavy, sevenfists, (gen)
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"My stomach feels like a book with a cracked spine."
"Yeah? What's this book about?" Dean asks.
"I'm not sure. Maybe sandwiches." The blankets shift in a manner that manages to be contemplative. "Dean, I think sandwiches are like books."
"Yeah?"
"The good stuff is on the inside."
"Sure."
"And I am like a sandwich that is oooonly bread."
-- Untitled Commentfic, twoskeletons, (Dean and Cas, gen)
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They all watch Castiel eat, which he seems to find irritating, but it's only fair, since he has a tendency to watch them sleep. Like the little creeper he is.
Gabriel snorts laughter and Castiel scowls at him.
--In Four Dimensions, (AO3)entanglednow, (Gabriel/Sam/Castiel/Dean)
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He was giving the screen his you-have-perplexed-me-tiny-minion frown
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you: puny human brain. me: ineffable
--In His Image, whit_merule, (Gabriel/Sam and Dean/Cas, eventual OT4)
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"I brought bagels!" calls Dean, dangling the bag from one finger. "And coffee. Tell me I'm an awesome brother."
Sam looks up from the computer, frowns, "You eat bagels? You two?"
"What? We're too fucking hick to eat bagels?" snaps Ross. "We're only supposed to eat donuts, are we?"
Sam looks confused for a moment, then shrugs, "Well, yeah."
-- World's Forgotten Boys, sonofabiscuit77 (Winbrother fic), (Sam/Dean and Sam/Dean/OMC and other)
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Then, it's a kiss. Behind them, someone drops a head.
-- Wherefore these dim monuments, glovered, (Dean/Sam)
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Relenting, Dean allowed Sam to lead him over to the immense wall full of every type of object imaginable for inserting into a person’s orifices. They both gaped at the selection.
Dean pointed at a fairly standard dildo that was about six inches long. “What the hell is someone supposed to do with that stupid little thing?”
“You know, that’s about average.”
“What? No way.”
Sam supposed that the only erect penises Dean had ever seen had been his own, Sam’s, a handful of guys in dark alleys while very drunk, and a shitload of porn. It wasn’t all that surprising that his perception was skewed.
“Seriously.”
“Huh...No wonder I rocked every girl’s world.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Dean, you’re a sex god. Wanna pick out a toy to shove up your ass?”
“Man, shut up!” hissed Dean. “Someone might hear.”
“Right. Whereas if they only saw you standing by a wall of dildos, they’d never guess.”
--
Finally, after twenty minutes of bitching, arguing about size and then attempting to find a product that was a neutral colour, they managed to settle on a purchase. Which Dean left Sam to make, strolling off and attempting to look innocent, lest anyone get the silly idea that they were going to use the item together, the total asshat.
When the cashier asked him if he wanted a half-price cock-ring, Sam hollered the question over to his brother out of pure spite.
-- Anti-Kink: Sex Toys, ash_carpenter, (Dean/Sam)
The kid in Sam freaks out a little at the old springs because people will fucking HEAR them, while the perv in Sam does a little dance because people will HEAR them fucking!
-- These Things Happen, bewaretheides15, (Dean/Sam)
===
Sam's knees dip into the padding of the seat on either side of his brother's body and his mind helpfully supplies the word 'straddle' but he's mostly ignoring his brain at the moment. He's sitting on Dean's lap, reverse of the way they used to do it when Dean would bounce Sam on his knees and that's a fucking ridiculous thought to have right now, no wonder he's ignoring his brain.
-- Crush, bewaretheides15, (Dean/Sam, weecest)
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Naked as the day he'd been born, but a lot larger all over. Bobby was a little impressed that Sam had managed to stay in that sort of shape while attending Stanford, but mainly he was thinking, oh shit, oh shit, we're all gonna die.
--Do Dandelions Roar by (AO3)kyrene, (De-aged!Dean/Sam)
===
They keep bickering, though, and Dad gets fed up and gives them twenty bucks and tells them if they don't leave him alone for a couple hours, he's going to leave them by the side of the road with a cardboard sign that says, "Free to a Good Home."
-- He's Not Heavy, sevenfists, (gen)
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"My stomach feels like a book with a cracked spine."
"Yeah? What's this book about?" Dean asks.
"I'm not sure. Maybe sandwiches." The blankets shift in a manner that manages to be contemplative. "Dean, I think sandwiches are like books."
"Yeah?"
"The good stuff is on the inside."
"Sure."
"And I am like a sandwich that is oooonly bread."
-- Untitled Commentfic, twoskeletons, (Dean and Cas, gen)
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They all watch Castiel eat, which he seems to find irritating, but it's only fair, since he has a tendency to watch them sleep. Like the little creeper he is.
Gabriel snorts laughter and Castiel scowls at him.
--In Four Dimensions, (AO3)entanglednow, (Gabriel/Sam/Castiel/Dean)
===
He was giving the screen his you-have-perplexed-me-tiny-minion frown
--
you: puny human brain. me: ineffable
--In His Image, whit_merule, (Gabriel/Sam and Dean/Cas, eventual OT4)
===
"I brought bagels!" calls Dean, dangling the bag from one finger. "And coffee. Tell me I'm an awesome brother."
Sam looks up from the computer, frowns, "You eat bagels? You two?"
"What? We're too fucking hick to eat bagels?" snaps Ross. "We're only supposed to eat donuts, are we?"
Sam looks confused for a moment, then shrugs, "Well, yeah."
-- World's Forgotten Boys, sonofabiscuit77 (Winbrother fic), (Sam/Dean and Sam/Dean/OMC and other)
===
Then, it's a kiss. Behind them, someone drops a head.
-- Wherefore these dim monuments, glovered, (Dean/Sam)
===
Relenting, Dean allowed Sam to lead him over to the immense wall full of every type of object imaginable for inserting into a person’s orifices. They both gaped at the selection.
Dean pointed at a fairly standard dildo that was about six inches long. “What the hell is someone supposed to do with that stupid little thing?”
“You know, that’s about average.”
“What? No way.”
Sam supposed that the only erect penises Dean had ever seen had been his own, Sam’s, a handful of guys in dark alleys while very drunk, and a shitload of porn. It wasn’t all that surprising that his perception was skewed.
“Seriously.”
“Huh...No wonder I rocked every girl’s world.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Dean, you’re a sex god. Wanna pick out a toy to shove up your ass?”
“Man, shut up!” hissed Dean. “Someone might hear.”
“Right. Whereas if they only saw you standing by a wall of dildos, they’d never guess.”
--
Finally, after twenty minutes of bitching, arguing about size and then attempting to find a product that was a neutral colour, they managed to settle on a purchase. Which Dean left Sam to make, strolling off and attempting to look innocent, lest anyone get the silly idea that they were going to use the item together, the total asshat.
When the cashier asked him if he wanted a half-price cock-ring, Sam hollered the question over to his brother out of pure spite.
-- Anti-Kink: Sex Toys, ash_carpenter, (Dean/Sam)