Okay, this is really short and stupid, so someone else should feel totally free to write a better one. (Maybe with fewer disco balls!)
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"Okay, this? This is sick and wrong. Sick and wrong," Dean says. He grips his stomach, hoping that will help keep down the urge to vomit. "Seriously, Sam?"
Sam just looks up at him and soulfully blinks his huge, long-lashed eyes in response. On his flank, Castiel slimes along with determination, twitching his antennae.
He leaves a faint, gleaming trail on Sam's pristine white side.
Dean shudders, closing his eyes. Man, forget the Apocalypse, he thinks. This is, hands down, the worst thing that has ever happened to him. And that's including his Dad dying, Sam dying, and those three girls in South Dakota with the bear trap and the disco ball. (Which still gives him nightmares, okay, even six years later.)
But he has a duty, here. He's a big brother and a--a friend. He has a duty, he reminds himself, choking down bile. He forces his eyes open.
THAT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.
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You know what, I'm printing that off, pinning it to my desk partition at work, and I'm not going to leave any context up. I will wait for people to ASK for the context.
And I will love every second of providing it for them.
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"Okay, this? This is sick and wrong. Sick and wrong," Dean says. He grips his stomach, hoping that will help keep down the urge to vomit. "Seriously, Sam?"
Sam just looks up at him and soulfully blinks his huge, long-lashed eyes in response. On his flank, Castiel slimes along with determination, twitching his antennae.
He leaves a faint, gleaming trail on Sam's pristine white side.
Dean shudders, closing his eyes. Man, forget the Apocalypse, he thinks. This is, hands down, the worst thing that has ever happened to him. And that's including his Dad dying, Sam dying, and those three girls in South Dakota with the bear trap and the disco ball. (Which still gives him nightmares, okay, even six years later.)
But he has a duty, here. He's a big brother and a--a friend. He has a duty, he reminds himself, choking down bile. He forces his eyes open.
"Sam," he tries again, gently. "He's a ( ... )
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OH MY GOD HAHAHAHHAHA. PONY SAM IS SO HAPPY ILIT.
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His slime glitters in the moonlight like a million diamonds.
MOST UNCONTROLLABLY ROMANTIC FIC EVER. EVER. I DARESAY POSSIBLY THE MOST ROMANTIC SNAIL/PONY FIC... OF ALL TIME?!
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I CAN'T EVEN
I may weep from the beauty of their GLORIOUS AND FORBIDDEN ROMANCE.
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IT IS GLORIOUS
~*GLORIOUS*~
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THAT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.
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You know what, I'm printing that off, pinning it to my desk partition at work, and I'm not going to leave any context up. I will wait for people to ASK for the context.
And I will love every second of providing it for them.
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Haha oh man, I wish I could be there to see you explain this to your coworkers XD XD XD
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It will be glorious. I will relish it. :D
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