Sam: [smiles]
Dean: [puts on sunglasses]
Dean: I didnât know the earth had two suns
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Sam: [smiles]
Dean: [puts on sunglasses]
Dean: I didnât know the earth had two suns
>at the graveyard
>rotten hand thrusts out of the dirt
me: *holds it*
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walk into the club like what up samâs got a big cock
So Sue Me ;)
but jack off i guess
robo!sam you teaseÂ
Dean isnât sure what triggered it, really.
The hunt they were on hadnât been a rough one, no recent near-death experiences, nothing that Dean could put blame on, like adrenalin or fear or even anger.
He and Sam were both just nursing a beer, hanging out in their motel room, when Sam says something so nerdyâso Samâthat Dean just has to heckle him. Itâs his big brother duty, after all.
Heckling turns into wrestling, but their both so exhausted from a long day of hunting that neither of them really put up much of a fight, so itâs really just rolling around on the floor. Samâs grinning and laughing like a loon, and Dean doesnât even think about it, just leans forward and kisses him.
Sam is still smiling when Dean pulls away, which Dean thinks is weird, right? He doubts most grown men would still be smiling after getting kissed square on the mouth by their brother. But Sam doesnât seem too bothered by it, so Dean does it again. Then again. Then once more (just to be sure).
Samâs laughing again, his face flushed and his lips a little red.
âDude, what?â Dean finally asks.
âNothing,â Sam replies. âWhat were all those for?â
âI dunno.â
âYou donât know?â
âYeah. I mean, I dunno. I just felt like it.â
âYou just felt like kissing me? Just out of the blue.â
âWellâŚyeah.â
Sam chuckled. âOkay.
This time, Sam kissed him.
hoarding
The thing is that the curse didnât even make any goddamn sense.
âI donât understand,â Cas said, over the phone, in that bone-dry way he had, and Sam ground the heel of his hand hard into his forehead and said that yeah, he knew, neither did he, but get here, and then it was only about six hours until Cas made it across the country from whatever fruitless plan heâd been following, and then heâs there, staring across the war table at Sam, whoâs sat miserable in one of the rolling chairs with Dean curled up in his lap. Onlyâitâs not Dean, which is the whole problem. Cas furrows his brow. âThat is not a dragon.â
âI know that, Cas,â Sam says. Itâs a little hard to hold onto his patience. Deanâs been setting things on fire since last night and Samâs both wet and a little charred and also very, very tired. Keeping the library from getting completely destroyed has been a full-time job.
Cas stares, a little longer, long enough that Dean seems to take notice and narrows his green eyes on him, imperiously, and then lets out a tiny gout of flame. Samâs hand shoots for the fire extinguisher, but luckily nothing catches. Cas squints. âWhy is he tiny?â
Sam drops his head back against the chair back. Dean is tinyâthe size of a little lapdog, maybe a Pekingese, and heâs⌠well, a dragon. Not the dragons theyâve hunted, but a dragon like from a cartoonâdark green scales and little black wings that clearly couldnât lift him off the ground, four short legs, spiky teeth and forked tongue and horns he insisted on rubbing against Samâs ankles. Fire. He doesnât seem to have any of his personality, reallyâSam tried communicating, the usual sort of âtwo blinks for yesâ thing, but heâd gotten nowhere. The most heâs got is that Dean still doesnât seem to like books much, is extremely fond of red meat (charred to perfection with his own little flames), and that he wonât let Sam out of his fucking sight. He scampered around Samâs feet while Sam was trying to find books on how to change him back, and as soon as Sam sat down swarmed up his legs, claws spiking agonizingly through Samâs jeans, and curled up into Samâs lap to nest, butting Sam in the stomach until he slouched enough to make a good spot for him to lay. Heâs super-warm, almost hot to the touch, and Sam has found to his embarrassment that he responds well to scritches behind the ridge of his miniature horns. Thereâsâanother problem, though.
Cas leans over the table, and Dean lifts his head again and lets out a little roar. He curls up tighter in Samâs lap, right over his crotch, and Cas stares, then looks up to meet Samâs eyes. âWhat is he⌠doing?â
Sam can feel heat rising up his neck, flushing all the way up to his cheekbones. Cas knowsâheâs got to know, what he and Dean do. Theyâve never, ever talked about it. âWell, um. Since the curse is presenting him like a classic dragon, I think. Um.â Dean turns another little circle, plants his feet on Samâs thigh and bumps his snout against Samâs fly, hot breath from his little nostrils seeping through the fabric. Samâs been half-hard all afternoon, and that does not help. Itâs just that Deanâs so⌠warm, is all, heavy and attentive and obsessed even when heâs a foot-and-a-half long. Dean plumps himself down again, blowing out another little breath, the smug fucker. Cas is still staring. âI think heâs⌠protecting his treasure. Like they do in the stories. Um. Hoarding.â
Cas cocks his head. âHuh,â he says. âSome things may be hardwired into the soul, I suppose.â
Sam covers his face with both hands, and Dean squirms again over his cock, long smooth tail wrapping around Samâs thigh. He doesnât care if Deanâs his soulmate. He is going to fucking murder him, once Cas changes him back.
new insult: you look like you stand for the national anthem
donât stare at the moon too long or else youâll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense
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my wife is terrifying
truly She is most generous and benevolent
Deanâs priorities #iâm100%here4this