Jinkies! Would You Look at This...
(Fan art commissioned by me, Jinkies, from the amazing pappcave. Reblogging is encouraged but please DO NOT repost without giving full credit to Papp and myself. Thank you!)
“Come on, Sam. We can go check the records in the library, see if we can figure out what the Specter is trying to dig up out past old man Welker’s place.” Velma said excitedly as she grabbed one of Sam’s hands.
Sam allowed himself to be dragged towards the public library’s main entrance by the diminutive, orange-clad, young lady but he looked back at his brother and scrunched up his forehead in concern. “Uh, Dean?”
“Yeah, that sounds like a great plan. You two go do that.” Dean responded distractedly as a well-manicured hand reached out through the open back door of the Mystery Machine and tugged on the front of his shirt.
“Climb in, Dean. I want to show you…those plaster casts we made of the Specter’s foot prints.” Daphne said with a wink and a sly smile.
Dean glanced over his shoulder at his little brother as he stepped up into the back of the van, a huge grin on his face. “Do something I would do, Sammy!”
Turning his attention back inside the van as he shut the door behind him, he asked. “What was it you wanted to show me, Darlin’?”
“Right over here, Dean.” The red haired vixen practically purred in his ear as she pulled him close and slipped her arms around his shoulders. She smelled like vanilla, like warm sugar cookies or fresh yellow cake. As he pressed against her, tracing the line of her neck with his lips, she rubbed her hips into him and gasped. "Jinkies! Would you look at this…“
“DEAN!” Sam shouted right in Dean’s ear, making him jump in his seat. Dean blinked his eyes and looked around. Sam was leaned over and holding onto the steering wheel, his eyes wide and his breathing sharp. Dean shook himself and firmed up his grasp on the wheel.
“I got it! I’m good. We’re good.” He said.
Sam reluctantly let go and relaxed back into the passenger seat, letting out an irritated sigh. “You’re not good, you fell asleep. We need to stop for the night before you wreck.”
“Yeah, okay.” Dean conceded and they rode in silence for a couple of minutes as they looked for a place to pull off the road. Dean rubbed his face and chuckled.
Annoyed, Sam asked, “What?”
“Man, I was having one hell of a dream.”
“Ugh. I don’t even want to know.”
“I dunno, Sammy. She seemed like your type.” Dean laughed at the look of confused revulsion on his brother’s face. He just laughed a little harder and shook his head.
“Ah, Daphne,” Dean thought to himself, “one of these times we’re gonna get to finish that dream.”
