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castalieAs is tradition here on the first of May - that would be both in France and on my LJ - here is some lily of the valley for you, flist. It's supposed to bring you luck...
And now, I present my latest fic! Let's just hope the next one won't be in two months time; though as long as I still write it's still something, even if it's every two months? I'll have to think about that *nods*
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ninjetti75 and starwatcher307 who betaed the fic in record time :-)
Title: Next Stop: Green River County
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: around 1850
Summary: Last stop before the boys put their plan into action.
Story Notes/Spoilers This is a pre-Folsom Prison Blues story so spoilers for that episode.
"Oh, yeah, this is what I call the good life, Sammy."
Sam watched as his brother wolfed down the last of his double-meat cheeseburger with the works and rolled his eyes. "Right. Because being on our way to get ourselves thrown into prison is so cool. If you ask me, everyone should try it at least once in their lives!" He stared at his own burger dejectedly; it tasted like sawdust to him. "Feels like the condemned man's last meal to me."
Dean swallowed a handful of fries and took a big gulp of his beer. He shrugged. "Yeah, I can see that." He leaned back to rest against the windshield of the Impala and bent his knees, feet flat on the hood of the car.
Taking a look at the park around them, Sam sighed. They'd both decided to eat outside, in the open, to make up for the idea of being locked up in a cell for the rest of their mission, but it didn't make things any easier. Quite the opposite; it made Sam think about the situation even more.
"I just have a bad feeling about this."
"Really?" Dean said, mocking clear in his voice. "I'd never have guessed. It's only the hundredth time you've mentioned it."
"Seriously, Dean," Sam snapped. "With everything that's going on, the FBI being on our asses, and the hunters too, and just - well, everything else, really - I honestly think we're going to make it too damned easy for everyone to jump on us."
"Hey, Sam, that's the price you pay when you're as hot as we are. Everyone wants a piece of us."
Sam snorted. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mind not being so 'hot', then."
"Oh yeah?" Dean smirked. "How pretty sure?"
"Really pretty sure," Sam said, with a little smile. Then he nudged Dean so that his brother made some room for Sam to join him on the hood.
Dean scooted sideways without a word, watching as Sam made himself comfortable. "You okay, dude?"
"Yeah."
When he didn't elaborate, Dean's look became more serious. "Guess you never really thought you'd find yourself in jail one day, huh?"
"Guess not." Sam's eyes locked with Dean's. "What about you?"
Dean shrugged casually. "It's a dangerous gig, man, in more ways than one. I always thought it might be a possibility."
Sam couldn't help the look of surprise on his face. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"I always thought..." Sam started, voice trailing off.
"Thought what? That I never took the fake credit cards and impersonations and - yeah, just about everything else - seriously?"
Sam had the good grace to look a little apologetic.
"Just because I think they're a necessary evil doesn't mean I'm not aware of what I'm doing."
"That's not what I..." Sam started again, and again didn't finish. "Sorry."
"No need to be," Dean said, dismissing the apology easily. "You still have a lot to learn, grasshopper."
"Apparently."
"Still," Dean continued, a little gleam in his eyes, "I do think it's a hell of a lot of fun, too. Rules were meant to be broken. Danger is the spice of life!"
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
"Wouldn't dream of it!"
Sam grinned, amused as always at his brother's antics, but didn't respond; his mind was focused on the case at hand.
"It'll be okay," Dean said, after a couple of minutes, breaking the silence. "Just make sure to show them who's boss and you'll see, it'll be a walk in the park."
"A walk in the park," Sam snorted. "We don't even speak the same language."
"Come on, man," Dean said, trying to cheer his brother. "Show a little confidence. And remember what I told you. Don't go looking for trouble but if someone gives it to you, don't think, just get busy and kick their asses. They're humans, after all, not demons."
Sam frowned at that. "Somehow, I'm not really sure that makes me feel better. Aren't you the one who's always ranting about how people are just crazy?"
"Of course you decide to listen to me now," Dean accused. "Just focus, okay?"
"On the stupid plan," Sam said, voice filled with sarcasm. He nodded his head once. "Right. Sure. No problem."
"It's not a stupid plan," Dean countered, for what felt like the millionth time. "It's cunning and awesome. How many times do I need to tell you, dude? Oh," Dean raised a finger, "and never apologize for anything. Would make you look weak."
Sam crossed his arms over his chest, throwing Dean a mocking look. "Because you're such an expert at prison life."
"You'd better believe it." Dean tapped his temple twice with the same finger he'd pointed at his brother. "I've even upgraded my knowledge with the most recent studies on prison life."
Sam raised an eyebrow at that, looking both surprised and interested. "Really?"
"Yeah." Smugness seemed to surround Dean like a cloak. "I've seen every single episode of Oz and Prison Break!"
Dean's reply had the desired effect; he watched as Sam threw his head back and burst into laughter. Dean smiled softly and waited for his brother to calm down.
"See? There's nothing to worry about, Sammy."
Sam shrugged and didn't answer immediately.
"I'm not going to let anyone touch you, you know that." Dean's voice had lost all amusement now.
"I know," Sam said slowly. "It's not that."
"What is it, then?" When Sam didn't answer immediately, Dean nudged him with his knee. "Come on, man, spill."
"I'm just worried you're gonna be so hell-bent on making sure nothing happens to me that you'll do something stupid and make yourself a target and get hurt."
Dean sat up, eyes on Sam's face. "Not gonna happen."
"What? The getting hurt or the making yourself a target?" Sam ran a hand through his hair. "There's gonna be trouble, I just know it."
"I know how to take care of myself, thanks." Dean's voice was a complex mixture of amusement and indignation.
Sam leaned slightly toward his brother and reached out a hand, his fingers brushing Dean's lips slowly. "You think those guys aren't going to want these wrapped around their cocks, Dean? Think again."
"Not gonna happen," Dean repeated, his voice full of the confidence that Sam couldn't seem to find within himself.
Sam fingers traced a line along Dean's jaw. "What did Deacon say? That you were too pretty for prison, right? Or did I just dream that?"
"With all the respect I owe Deacon, he's full of shit sometimes," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Also, A, he was talking about the two of us, and B, I'm hot, not 'pretty'. Though, okay yeah," he added, with a smug look on his face, "I am adorable too, I have to admit."
Sam's slid his hand to the back of Dean's neck and squeezed, loving the feel of the short hair and hot skin against his palm. "Deacon is the one who's full of shit? I think you're delusional, dude. Delusional, crazy, and downright idiotic." Sam's voice got more serious. "And I just don't want anything bad to happen to you..."
Dean's answer to Sam's little confession was to grab his brother's head in his own hands and pull him forward. Then he simply slipped his tongue inside Sam's mouth, tongue sliding in and out, demanding that Sam kiss him back with the same need. He didn't want slow and long kisses, he wanted wet and sloppy. He wanted battling tongues and clashing teeth. Wanted Sam to fight him for dominance and wanted to let Sam win.
When Sam's hand at the nape of his neck tightened in a painful hold, Dean moaned in pleasure. Hell yeah, that's what he craved. He felt the car move as Sam tried to straddle him on the hood, but then he apparently changed his mind; Dean felt himself being pulled toward Sam, who was now standing in front of the vehicle.
Sam coaxed Dean's legs open and Dean followed the silent order easily, allowing Sam to make himself at home between his thighs. Dean hooked one of his legs around Sam's waist, pulling him closer to his body.
Their lips never broke contact; the only thing that was important right this minute was how good the other tasted, how warm their breaths felt against their lips, how wet their tongues were when they battled against each other. Sam sucked and bit Dean's lips, his hips rocking hard and fast against Dean, who gave as good as he got. Their moans and groans surrounded them and only fuelled their desire.
"This is still the stupidest thing we've ever done," Sam finally breathed against Dean's face. He continued rocking against Dean but the rhythm was slightly gentler now. He nuzzled Dean's cheek. "The whole thing is fucking insane."
Dean was still grinding up as well, denim-clad cock humping against Sam's, but he'd slowed the movement too. Their rocking almost felt like an afterthought now. It was there, but there was no urgency anymore... it wasn't even about coming, either, just about drawing the pleasure out as long as possible without going over the edge. Not now.
"Sanity is highly overrated," Dean drawled. "You should know that by now."
"So you say." Sam groaned when he felt Dean's hands open his jeans and slide inside pants and boxers. "Want to fuck you, Dean," he moaned, mouth seeking his brother's again.
"If it makes you relax, I can offer my services. My pleasure." Dean went for casual, but there was no mistaking the raspy quality of his voice. Or the flushed look on his face, the trembling of his body against Sam's.
"If I fuck you hard enough, do you think the guards will know that someone drilled your ass when they search you?"
Dean's eyes darkened with arousal. "Fuck, Sammy."
Sam's laugh was deep and sensual. He nipped at Dean's earlobe. "I'll think of you when they do it to me. I'll think of you, will you think of me?"
"You know I will," Dean breathed. "Don't I always?"
Sam ran a thumb across Dean's mouth before crushing his lips against his brother's, mapping the inside of his mouth with his tongue; he wanted Dean's taste to stay with him for a long time.
Dean's hand crept under Sam's shirt, twisting a nipple. "I think I need to modify the plan, Sammy."
"Really?" Sam asked, breathless. "No more pretending to rob a museum and getting ourselves thrown in prison?"
"In your dreams," Dean groaned when Sam made fast work of his jeans and pushed them down, baring Dean's cock and ass. "The museum thing is the best part of it. It's just that now there'll be some sucking and fucking before we start, that's all." He arched his back when Sam's hand curled around his cock. "What do you think?"
"I think," Sam growled, "that it's still the stupidest thing we've ever done." Then he smiled predatorily. "But at least there're some benefits."
Fin
And now, I present my latest fic! Let's just hope the next one won't be in two months time; though as long as I still write it's still something, even if it's every two months? I'll have to think about that *nods*
Huge thanks to both
ninjetti75 and starwatcher307 who betaed the fic in record time :-)Title: Next Stop: Green River County
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: around 1850
Summary: Last stop before the boys put their plan into action.
Story Notes/Spoilers This is a pre-Folsom Prison Blues story so spoilers for that episode.
"Oh, yeah, this is what I call the good life, Sammy."
Sam watched as his brother wolfed down the last of his double-meat cheeseburger with the works and rolled his eyes. "Right. Because being on our way to get ourselves thrown into prison is so cool. If you ask me, everyone should try it at least once in their lives!" He stared at his own burger dejectedly; it tasted like sawdust to him. "Feels like the condemned man's last meal to me."
Dean swallowed a handful of fries and took a big gulp of his beer. He shrugged. "Yeah, I can see that." He leaned back to rest against the windshield of the Impala and bent his knees, feet flat on the hood of the car.
Taking a look at the park around them, Sam sighed. They'd both decided to eat outside, in the open, to make up for the idea of being locked up in a cell for the rest of their mission, but it didn't make things any easier. Quite the opposite; it made Sam think about the situation even more.
"I just have a bad feeling about this."
"Really?" Dean said, mocking clear in his voice. "I'd never have guessed. It's only the hundredth time you've mentioned it."
"Seriously, Dean," Sam snapped. "With everything that's going on, the FBI being on our asses, and the hunters too, and just - well, everything else, really - I honestly think we're going to make it too damned easy for everyone to jump on us."
"Hey, Sam, that's the price you pay when you're as hot as we are. Everyone wants a piece of us."
Sam snorted. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mind not being so 'hot', then."
"Oh yeah?" Dean smirked. "How pretty sure?"
"Really pretty sure," Sam said, with a little smile. Then he nudged Dean so that his brother made some room for Sam to join him on the hood.
Dean scooted sideways without a word, watching as Sam made himself comfortable. "You okay, dude?"
"Yeah."
When he didn't elaborate, Dean's look became more serious. "Guess you never really thought you'd find yourself in jail one day, huh?"
"Guess not." Sam's eyes locked with Dean's. "What about you?"
Dean shrugged casually. "It's a dangerous gig, man, in more ways than one. I always thought it might be a possibility."
Sam couldn't help the look of surprise on his face. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"I always thought..." Sam started, voice trailing off.
"Thought what? That I never took the fake credit cards and impersonations and - yeah, just about everything else - seriously?"
Sam had the good grace to look a little apologetic.
"Just because I think they're a necessary evil doesn't mean I'm not aware of what I'm doing."
"That's not what I..." Sam started again, and again didn't finish. "Sorry."
"No need to be," Dean said, dismissing the apology easily. "You still have a lot to learn, grasshopper."
"Apparently."
"Still," Dean continued, a little gleam in his eyes, "I do think it's a hell of a lot of fun, too. Rules were meant to be broken. Danger is the spice of life!"
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
"Wouldn't dream of it!"
Sam grinned, amused as always at his brother's antics, but didn't respond; his mind was focused on the case at hand.
"It'll be okay," Dean said, after a couple of minutes, breaking the silence. "Just make sure to show them who's boss and you'll see, it'll be a walk in the park."
"A walk in the park," Sam snorted. "We don't even speak the same language."
"Come on, man," Dean said, trying to cheer his brother. "Show a little confidence. And remember what I told you. Don't go looking for trouble but if someone gives it to you, don't think, just get busy and kick their asses. They're humans, after all, not demons."
Sam frowned at that. "Somehow, I'm not really sure that makes me feel better. Aren't you the one who's always ranting about how people are just crazy?"
"Of course you decide to listen to me now," Dean accused. "Just focus, okay?"
"On the stupid plan," Sam said, voice filled with sarcasm. He nodded his head once. "Right. Sure. No problem."
"It's not a stupid plan," Dean countered, for what felt like the millionth time. "It's cunning and awesome. How many times do I need to tell you, dude? Oh," Dean raised a finger, "and never apologize for anything. Would make you look weak."
Sam crossed his arms over his chest, throwing Dean a mocking look. "Because you're such an expert at prison life."
"You'd better believe it." Dean tapped his temple twice with the same finger he'd pointed at his brother. "I've even upgraded my knowledge with the most recent studies on prison life."
Sam raised an eyebrow at that, looking both surprised and interested. "Really?"
"Yeah." Smugness seemed to surround Dean like a cloak. "I've seen every single episode of Oz and Prison Break!"
Dean's reply had the desired effect; he watched as Sam threw his head back and burst into laughter. Dean smiled softly and waited for his brother to calm down.
"See? There's nothing to worry about, Sammy."
Sam shrugged and didn't answer immediately.
"I'm not going to let anyone touch you, you know that." Dean's voice had lost all amusement now.
"I know," Sam said slowly. "It's not that."
"What is it, then?" When Sam didn't answer immediately, Dean nudged him with his knee. "Come on, man, spill."
"I'm just worried you're gonna be so hell-bent on making sure nothing happens to me that you'll do something stupid and make yourself a target and get hurt."
Dean sat up, eyes on Sam's face. "Not gonna happen."
"What? The getting hurt or the making yourself a target?" Sam ran a hand through his hair. "There's gonna be trouble, I just know it."
"I know how to take care of myself, thanks." Dean's voice was a complex mixture of amusement and indignation.
Sam leaned slightly toward his brother and reached out a hand, his fingers brushing Dean's lips slowly. "You think those guys aren't going to want these wrapped around their cocks, Dean? Think again."
"Not gonna happen," Dean repeated, his voice full of the confidence that Sam couldn't seem to find within himself.
Sam fingers traced a line along Dean's jaw. "What did Deacon say? That you were too pretty for prison, right? Or did I just dream that?"
"With all the respect I owe Deacon, he's full of shit sometimes," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Also, A, he was talking about the two of us, and B, I'm hot, not 'pretty'. Though, okay yeah," he added, with a smug look on his face, "I am adorable too, I have to admit."
Sam's slid his hand to the back of Dean's neck and squeezed, loving the feel of the short hair and hot skin against his palm. "Deacon is the one who's full of shit? I think you're delusional, dude. Delusional, crazy, and downright idiotic." Sam's voice got more serious. "And I just don't want anything bad to happen to you..."
Dean's answer to Sam's little confession was to grab his brother's head in his own hands and pull him forward. Then he simply slipped his tongue inside Sam's mouth, tongue sliding in and out, demanding that Sam kiss him back with the same need. He didn't want slow and long kisses, he wanted wet and sloppy. He wanted battling tongues and clashing teeth. Wanted Sam to fight him for dominance and wanted to let Sam win.
When Sam's hand at the nape of his neck tightened in a painful hold, Dean moaned in pleasure. Hell yeah, that's what he craved. He felt the car move as Sam tried to straddle him on the hood, but then he apparently changed his mind; Dean felt himself being pulled toward Sam, who was now standing in front of the vehicle.
Sam coaxed Dean's legs open and Dean followed the silent order easily, allowing Sam to make himself at home between his thighs. Dean hooked one of his legs around Sam's waist, pulling him closer to his body.
Their lips never broke contact; the only thing that was important right this minute was how good the other tasted, how warm their breaths felt against their lips, how wet their tongues were when they battled against each other. Sam sucked and bit Dean's lips, his hips rocking hard and fast against Dean, who gave as good as he got. Their moans and groans surrounded them and only fuelled their desire.
"This is still the stupidest thing we've ever done," Sam finally breathed against Dean's face. He continued rocking against Dean but the rhythm was slightly gentler now. He nuzzled Dean's cheek. "The whole thing is fucking insane."
Dean was still grinding up as well, denim-clad cock humping against Sam's, but he'd slowed the movement too. Their rocking almost felt like an afterthought now. It was there, but there was no urgency anymore... it wasn't even about coming, either, just about drawing the pleasure out as long as possible without going over the edge. Not now.
"Sanity is highly overrated," Dean drawled. "You should know that by now."
"So you say." Sam groaned when he felt Dean's hands open his jeans and slide inside pants and boxers. "Want to fuck you, Dean," he moaned, mouth seeking his brother's again.
"If it makes you relax, I can offer my services. My pleasure." Dean went for casual, but there was no mistaking the raspy quality of his voice. Or the flushed look on his face, the trembling of his body against Sam's.
"If I fuck you hard enough, do you think the guards will know that someone drilled your ass when they search you?"
Dean's eyes darkened with arousal. "Fuck, Sammy."
Sam's laugh was deep and sensual. He nipped at Dean's earlobe. "I'll think of you when they do it to me. I'll think of you, will you think of me?"
"You know I will," Dean breathed. "Don't I always?"
Sam ran a thumb across Dean's mouth before crushing his lips against his brother's, mapping the inside of his mouth with his tongue; he wanted Dean's taste to stay with him for a long time.
Dean's hand crept under Sam's shirt, twisting a nipple. "I think I need to modify the plan, Sammy."
"Really?" Sam asked, breathless. "No more pretending to rob a museum and getting ourselves thrown in prison?"
"In your dreams," Dean groaned when Sam made fast work of his jeans and pushed them down, baring Dean's cock and ass. "The museum thing is the best part of it. It's just that now there'll be some sucking and fucking before we start, that's all." He arched his back when Sam's hand curled around his cock. "What do you think?"
"I think," Sam growled, "that it's still the stupidest thing we've ever done." Then he smiled predatorily. "But at least there're some benefits."
Fin
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:28 pm (UTC)and i missed one, no comma before the first "and" (second line); it's not a compound sentence, oops. if you WANT the comma there, make it: ", and Sam rolled"
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:37 pm (UTC)You're the boss, boss *salutes* Thanks again for the help *g*
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 04:56 pm (UTC)Yes, I loved that line as well *g*
And the icon - as well as this one - comes from "Tall Tales"
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:59 pm (UTC)Weird. Doesn't look like the room where Sam comes in from the shower (Yum, and WHY can't we have shots of DEAN like that, damnit?!?), but I suppose that's from the camera angle being over the foot of the bed and pointed at the bathroom door, instead of across the room at the bed here. Hmmm.
(then again, the only thing anyone remembers from that shot would be nekkid!Jared, so whothehellKNOWS what the room looked like, right? Hee.)
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Date: 2007-05-01 05:08 pm (UTC)Of course, I'm sure a lot of other people will enjoy the results too *eg*
And I think one of us is mixing two episodes; I was talking about the ep with the trickster? When Bobby comes to help the boys, see which episode I'm talking about?
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Date: 2007-05-01 05:54 pm (UTC)I am an IDIOT.
My silly brain was mixing up Sn1 & Sn2 humor!episodes. I was thinking you wrote "Hell House", when it QUITE CLEARLY says "Tall Tales".
READ, Joshua, "tall" and "hell" do NOT look that much alike, nevermind "tales" and "house". oi.
So, looking back on the CORRECT EPISODE, yeah, Tall Tales was a bit more colorful than usual; their room was rather green, and the Trickster certainly liked his scarlet decor...
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Date: 2007-05-04 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-05 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-04 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 07:44 pm (UTC)Way cool! You made a great missing scene, and the contrast between Dean's devil-may-care attitude and poor Sam worrying was very well done. And then they got distracted in the very nicest way. <g> Way to go!
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Date: 2007-05-04 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 10:51 pm (UTC)The lily of the valley planted on the side of my house has not yet bloomed.
And!! May 1!! That means only *how* many days 'til the Mouse's B-day?? Let the countdown begin!!! Lesseeee...hmmm...who needs a spanking *this* year??
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Date: 2007-05-04 02:50 pm (UTC)Lesseeee...hmmm...who needs a spanking *this* year??
Heee *raises hands* No, wait wait! I meant that Blair does! That's totally what I meant, yeah *nods*
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Date: 2007-05-02 08:39 pm (UTC)"You'd better believe it." Dean tapped his temple twice with the same finger he'd pointed at his brother. "I've even upgraded my knowledge with the most recent studies on prison life."
Sam raised an eyebrow at that, looking both surprised and interested. "Really?"
"Yeah." Smugness seemed to surround Dean like a cloak. "I've seen every single episode of Oz and Prison Break!"
LOL That's so Dean!
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Date: 2007-05-04 02:52 pm (UTC)Ohh that's music to my ears :-)
LOL That's so Dean!
Thanks! I'm having so much fun writing the guy, you wouldn't believe it *g*
Thanks for reading and commenting ;-)
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Date: 2007-05-12 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-20 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 06:45 pm (UTC)Okay, not as much as thinking about Dean's lips wrapped around some con's cock, but you know...
Loved the story. I think you can guess my favourite line ;)
Dean scooted sideways without a word, watching as Sam made himself comfortable. "You okay, dude?"
I really like that image, just eating then starting to talk. Dean trying to reassure Sam.
"It's not a stupid plan," Dean countered, for what felt like the millionth time. "It's cunning and awesome
Dean has a cunning plan! *loves*
"Yeah." Smugness seemed to surround Dean like a cloak. "I've seen every single episode of Oz and Prison Break!
Ahahahahahaha. Of course he has!
Sam leaned slightly toward his brother and reached out a hand, his fingers brushing Dean's lips slowly. "You think those guys aren't going to want these wrapped around their cocks, Dean? Think again."
*melts in puddle of goo* Which may be a weird reaction, but still. I do.
"If I fuck you hard enough, do you think the guards will know that someone drilled your ass when they search you?"
THUD!
You know what? I think you should write more prison fic *nods*
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Date: 2007-05-23 08:38 pm (UTC)And as you usual, you also picked some of my favourite lines *beams*