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Title: Little Jo
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean, Castiel Jo
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,400
Summary: Castiel brings a surprise to Sam and Dean on Christmas Eve.
Warnings: Slash, incest, de-aged!Jo
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
It was a blustery Christmas Eve and Sam and Dean were well on their way to being toasted, watching a stockpile of horror flicks they rented at the video store. Someone knocked on the door.
"You get it," Dean ordered.
"Why me?"
"I'm older."
"How long are you going to use that excuse?" Sam grumped as he got to his feet.
"Forever," Dean replied after Sam had walked past.
"Castiel?" Sam pulled back from the peephole and slid his gun back into his jeans. He opened the door letting in wind and snowflakes. He pulled the chilled angel inside.
Dean got up from the couch and went to the door when he realized it wasn't the pizza delivery guy. He could hear a muffled sound. "What is that?"
The angel shook some snow from himself and revealed that he was cradling something against his chest under a blanket. Dean grabbed the cover and a little girl with blonde hair looked out at him from her place against Castiel's shoulder.
"This is Jo--Jo Harvelle. I believe you know her." his voice was flat and informative.
"Jo?" Sam reached for her and she climbed Castiel, trying to get further into his protection. Sam put both hands palms out to show that he wasn't going to hurt her, but she still shook. "Where did you find her?"
"Is that of any importance? The larger issue is she is back as a child with no family left to take her in."
Castiel's words burned both Winchester boys. Their father hadn't caused William Harvelle's demise, but he was involved in taking him from his girls. Sam and Dean were responsible for Jo and Ellen's deaths after leading them to the hellhounds in Carthage.
"Jo, my name is Dean. This large oaf over here is my brother Sammy. Can you tell me how old you are?"
The little blonde head shook.
Dean looked to Castiel, who just shrugged as best he could with his arms full.
"Can I hold you for a moment while my friend Castiel gets his wet clothes off? We don't want him catching a cold."
Fearfully, she eyed Dean and glanced back at Cas.
"It's okay," the angel told her.
She turned toward Dean and let him take her.
"Those are pretty little shoes," Dean kept talking to soothe the scared child.
"My dress-ups," she piped up. "I can't wear them to school but I can wear them to church and birthdays. Is today a birthday?"
"Sort of," Dean replied. "It's a holiday. You're dressed mighty nice for it. Do you remember where you were before Cas found you?"
Jo scrunched her face up for a minute. "Mommy and I were waiting for Daddy to come home. We were ready to leave for church and he was making us late."
"That's all you remember?" Sam asked softly.
She nodded and her pigtails bounced as she did so. She bit her lip and her eyes got wet, "Where are my Mommy and Daddy? Did you call them? I'm not supposed to go with strangers."
"We're not strangers," Dean assured her. "We're friends with your mom. She thought you might like having a sleepover at our house."
"Like a slumber party?"
"Sure. We'll watch movies and play games. Um, Sammy? Can you see if we own anything child appropriate?"
Sam left the room to scour their house for anything safe and non-violent.
"She just walked up to me," Castiel told Dean. "I asked her what her name was and knew I had to bring her to you."
"You did good, Cas. After she's asleep, we'll have to talk more."
"I don't want to sleep," Jo piped up. "You said we'd have movies and games."
"We will, sweetie." Dean pressed his lips to her forehead. "We'll take good care of you."
Once she was out of her bulky winter coat, she appeared even smaller. She was in a long sleeved dress, tights and patent leather shoes. Her cheeks were rosy and she was cold.
Wrapping her in a dry blanket, Dean sat with her on the sofa.
"There wasn't much to find, Dean," Sam showed him the meager offerings they had for child entertainment.
"A deck of cards and a picture book?"
"The last family left it behind. The cards are ours, if that helps any."
Luckily, Jo was tired out from the day's excitement. She wasn't able to read the words in the picture book, so they figured she was about five years old.
"Time to go to sleep, Jo," Dean stood with Jo still in his arms. "Sammy, can you throw something over Cas and check the saltines?"
Castiel snored loudly from the living room chair. Sam covered him with the afghan from the couch. "Merry Christmas, Cas," he murmured as he tucked the fabric around him.
He checked the house before heading back to the bathroom. Jo was nearly swaying on her feet as Dean found a new toothbrush for her and put paste on it.
"That's way too big for her," Sam said. "She needs a children's brush."
"We'll add it to the list of what to get when the stores open." Dean handed Jo a cup to rinse her mouth out. "Go potty and I'll find some pajamas for you. Just yell for us if you need help. You remember our names, right?"
"Dean, Sammy and Cas."
Chuckling, Dean replied, "'Cas might be out of his league on this one. Let's stick with me and Sammy for now, okay?"
They left the bathroom open a crack so they could hear her if she needed them. Dean selected a t-shirt for her to wear as a nightgown.
"I can't reach!" she cried into the hallway.
Sure enough, she needed a boost to reach the faucet and wash her hands. That was one more thing they'd have to rectify.
"Can you get yourself dressed?"
"The buckle on the shoes is tough."
Dean set Jo on the edge of his bed and worked the thin straps from the small buckles. Jo was yawning when he set the shoes aside. "Let me get you unzipped," he was glad the dress wasn't complicated to get off. He slipped it over her head and left her in her undershirt. "This is going to be big, but it should do for tonight." She obediently lifted her arms so he could get her dressed. "Do you sleep with your pigtails in?"
"Yep. I love my piggies."
"Can you get your tights off?"
Jo nodded and fought with her stockings while Dean stripped to his boxers and t-shirt for bed. Across the room, Sam had done the same.
"Is there another place she should sleep?" Dean asked Sam while Jo was preoccupied fighting with her tights.
"She's a scared little girl, Dean. We can't just put her on the couch."
"She's Jo."
"She's not the Jo you remember. Having adult Jo sleeping between us in bed would have been wrong in so many ways, but letting the kiddie Jo feel safe and protected is the right thing to do."
With his interactions with little girls, and basically women in general (besides the usual one-night conversation) lacking, he decided to trust Sam's judgment.
They left the bathroom light on because she needed a nightlight. They brought her a drink of water and left the half-filled glass on the nightstand in case she was thirsty during the night. She bounced toward the middle of the bed and asked for a bedtime story.
"It's too late tonight, honey. We'll do one tomorrow, I promise." Sam gave her a hug and turned out the lamp.
In the dark silence, a weeping voice asked, "Will Mommy and Daddy come get me?"
Dean pulled the quivering bundle close. "I know they want to."
"Will you make me go away?"
Sam's eyes were watering so Dean had to field that question, too. "No, Jo. This is your home. Until we find Mommy and Daddy, you live here with me and Sammy."
"Even if I'm bad?"
"I doubt you will be, but, yes, even if you're bad. We'll love you anyway."
She seemed satisfied with his answer. She curled up closer to Dean and drifted off to sleep.
The End
Title: Candy Cane Kisses
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 283
Summary: Sam becomes a distractions while Dean is decorating the tree.
Warnings: Slash, incest
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
"What are you doing?" Dean turned from decorating the tree, wondering where Sam was with the new set of lights.
"Just a minute," Sam yelled back around a mouth full of something. "I only found one box."
A candy cane hung from Sam's lips. Dean's attention was focused on that sexy image and didn't hear a word he'd said.
"Dean?"
He jolted from his daydream that had quickly been turning x-rated. "Yeah?"
"I found one box. Didn't we get two?"
"I think we did, but we'll only need one."
"Okay," Sam carefully stepped around the packaging the other ornaments had been in. He slurped around his sweet candy. "Did you get an angel for the top of the tree?"
"An angel? I don't think so, Sammy. There's a star over there for us to use, but there's no way I'm touching an angel."
"It's alright, Dean," Sam whispered from right behind him. "I just wanted something for the tree top." He passed the star to Dean. "I'm not pushing religion or anything else that got twisted in the battle of good and evil. Let's have a pleasant first Christmas together."
"We had Christmas as kids." Dean grumped as he reached up to place the star, knowing that Sam could do it much easier but not wanting to give away the responsibility.
Sam rolled his eyes while Dean was distracted. "This is the first one for us." He took Dean's hand in his and Dean turned to face him. "Our first."
Dean smiled at Sam, removed the candy, and tasted the peppermint on Sam's lips and tongue. Sam held Dean close as they lazily kissed and wondered if Dean would oppose to hanging mistletoe.
The End
Title: Surprise Attack
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 204
Summary: Dean gets blindsided by Sam and mistletoe
Warnings: Sash, incest
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
"Sam?" Dean hung his keys on the hook by the door and put his jacket in the coat closet. The lights were on in the kitchen, but Sam wasn't in there. He decided to check the rest of the house before panicking. "Sammy?"
He was nearly tackled as he crossed under the doorway to the living room. Luckily, he recognized the man standing in the dark before instinct took over and he pummeled him.
"What?"
Sam didn't give Dean to finish his question. He took the initiative and devoured Dean's mouth with hungry kisses. Dean quickly got with the program and soon they were both gasping for air.
"What brought that on?" Dean panted.
The taller man smiled and pointed to the ceiling. "Mistletoe."
"Where else did you hang the stuff?"
"All over."
"All over where?"
"What would be the fun in telling you that? Let me put it this way, we're going to have a very active holiday season."
Dean grinned. "Can we buy it online year-round?"
"Do you want to sex me to death?"
"It'd be fun to try."
"I can't argue with that."
"Big brother knows best." Dean smirked.
"Is that so? Then, why didn't you think of the mistletoe?"
The End
Title: Cooking With Dean
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 425
Summary: Dean has a problem making supper for Sam on Christmas Eve.
Warnings: Slash, incest
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Dean cooked up a storm while Sam was gone at his job at the court house. The garage had closed early with it being Christmas Eve and all. He had a cookbook open the he counter and have flour fingerprints all over the pages of the dishes he was making. He itched his forehead absentmindedly, leaving a flour mixture behind.
All the burners on the stovetop were on and occupied. He stirred one pot after the other, trying not to let anything burn. The timer went off and he put on the oven mitts before checking the pies. His mind wandered to the boiling potatoes that he needed to check on. Without thought about where his hands currently were, he reached for the cover and burned his forearm on the top of the inside of the oven.
“Shit!” He jumped back, threw the potholders on the ground in disgust, and ran cool water over his new burns. He watched the pots and pans cooking away while he was chained to the faucet. He could flick open his Zippo and never have a problem. Flames were his friends, given all the salt and burns he’d done over his life.
“Something smells good,” Sam remarked as he walked over to the rattling kitchenware on the burners. “Hmm, this looks delicious.” He turned around when Dean didn’t reply. “What happened to you?”
“Oven attack,” Dean deadpanned.
Sam sighed, “You refused to wear the mitts, didn’t you?”
“I wore those damn girly things. The stove still bit me.”
Trying his best to hide a smile at Dean’s choice of words, he gently moved Dean’s arms from the flow of water.
“I’ll go get the bandages.”
Sam was almost out of the room when said called out, “Can you check the potatoes first and stir the stuffing? I don’t want to wreck my surprise just because I’m a klutz.”
After tending to the food, Sam returned with ointment and clean bandages. With light fingers, he applied the medication and wrapped Dean’s arms loose enough to allow for airflow and tight enough to stay put.
“You made a wonderful Christmas dinner, Dean. Thank you.”
“There are even pies in the oven. That’s what put the bow on the night for me.”
Sam chuckled,” Sit down. I’ll dish up our plates.”
Dean grumbled as he allowed Sam to baby him. The younger brother kissed the top of Dean’s head on his way past.
Dean scoffed and jerked away.
Sam swallowed his laughter while Dean played the dejected mummy at the kitchen table.
The End
Title: When It All Piles Up
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 130
Summary: The Winchesters and a snowplow.
Warnings: Slash, incest
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Sam watched the plow drive by and pack another load of snow in their driveway.
“Has it stopped coming down yet?” Dean took a sip of his coffee and handed Sam his.
Nodding, “It isn’t snowing anymore, we’re just getting the leftovers from the highway department.”
“Looks like we’re back to cleaning up other people’s messes. How about we dig ourselves free and go get some cocoa and movies? We can consider it a training exercise, if that makes is sound more appealing.”
“Cocoa is appealing. Training stinks, you know that.”
“You and your sweet tooth, Sammy. I’m surprised you haven’t rotted all your teeth out yet.”
“All present and accounted for. See?” Sam grinned and showed Dean his choppers.
Dean just laughed and went to get the winter outerwear.
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean, Castiel Jo
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,400
Summary: Castiel brings a surprise to Sam and Dean on Christmas Eve.
Warnings: Slash, incest, de-aged!Jo
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
It was a blustery Christmas Eve and Sam and Dean were well on their way to being toasted, watching a stockpile of horror flicks they rented at the video store. Someone knocked on the door.
"You get it," Dean ordered.
"Why me?"
"I'm older."
"How long are you going to use that excuse?" Sam grumped as he got to his feet.
"Forever," Dean replied after Sam had walked past.
"Castiel?" Sam pulled back from the peephole and slid his gun back into his jeans. He opened the door letting in wind and snowflakes. He pulled the chilled angel inside.
Dean got up from the couch and went to the door when he realized it wasn't the pizza delivery guy. He could hear a muffled sound. "What is that?"
The angel shook some snow from himself and revealed that he was cradling something against his chest under a blanket. Dean grabbed the cover and a little girl with blonde hair looked out at him from her place against Castiel's shoulder.
"This is Jo--Jo Harvelle. I believe you know her." his voice was flat and informative.
"Jo?" Sam reached for her and she climbed Castiel, trying to get further into his protection. Sam put both hands palms out to show that he wasn't going to hurt her, but she still shook. "Where did you find her?"
"Is that of any importance? The larger issue is she is back as a child with no family left to take her in."
Castiel's words burned both Winchester boys. Their father hadn't caused William Harvelle's demise, but he was involved in taking him from his girls. Sam and Dean were responsible for Jo and Ellen's deaths after leading them to the hellhounds in Carthage.
"Jo, my name is Dean. This large oaf over here is my brother Sammy. Can you tell me how old you are?"
The little blonde head shook.
Dean looked to Castiel, who just shrugged as best he could with his arms full.
"Can I hold you for a moment while my friend Castiel gets his wet clothes off? We don't want him catching a cold."
Fearfully, she eyed Dean and glanced back at Cas.
"It's okay," the angel told her.
She turned toward Dean and let him take her.
"Those are pretty little shoes," Dean kept talking to soothe the scared child.
"My dress-ups," she piped up. "I can't wear them to school but I can wear them to church and birthdays. Is today a birthday?"
"Sort of," Dean replied. "It's a holiday. You're dressed mighty nice for it. Do you remember where you were before Cas found you?"
Jo scrunched her face up for a minute. "Mommy and I were waiting for Daddy to come home. We were ready to leave for church and he was making us late."
"That's all you remember?" Sam asked softly.
She nodded and her pigtails bounced as she did so. She bit her lip and her eyes got wet, "Where are my Mommy and Daddy? Did you call them? I'm not supposed to go with strangers."
"We're not strangers," Dean assured her. "We're friends with your mom. She thought you might like having a sleepover at our house."
"Like a slumber party?"
"Sure. We'll watch movies and play games. Um, Sammy? Can you see if we own anything child appropriate?"
Sam left the room to scour their house for anything safe and non-violent.
"She just walked up to me," Castiel told Dean. "I asked her what her name was and knew I had to bring her to you."
"You did good, Cas. After she's asleep, we'll have to talk more."
"I don't want to sleep," Jo piped up. "You said we'd have movies and games."
"We will, sweetie." Dean pressed his lips to her forehead. "We'll take good care of you."
Once she was out of her bulky winter coat, she appeared even smaller. She was in a long sleeved dress, tights and patent leather shoes. Her cheeks were rosy and she was cold.
Wrapping her in a dry blanket, Dean sat with her on the sofa.
"There wasn't much to find, Dean," Sam showed him the meager offerings they had for child entertainment.
"A deck of cards and a picture book?"
"The last family left it behind. The cards are ours, if that helps any."
Luckily, Jo was tired out from the day's excitement. She wasn't able to read the words in the picture book, so they figured she was about five years old.
"Time to go to sleep, Jo," Dean stood with Jo still in his arms. "Sammy, can you throw something over Cas and check the saltines?"
Castiel snored loudly from the living room chair. Sam covered him with the afghan from the couch. "Merry Christmas, Cas," he murmured as he tucked the fabric around him.
He checked the house before heading back to the bathroom. Jo was nearly swaying on her feet as Dean found a new toothbrush for her and put paste on it.
"That's way too big for her," Sam said. "She needs a children's brush."
"We'll add it to the list of what to get when the stores open." Dean handed Jo a cup to rinse her mouth out. "Go potty and I'll find some pajamas for you. Just yell for us if you need help. You remember our names, right?"
"Dean, Sammy and Cas."
Chuckling, Dean replied, "'Cas might be out of his league on this one. Let's stick with me and Sammy for now, okay?"
They left the bathroom open a crack so they could hear her if she needed them. Dean selected a t-shirt for her to wear as a nightgown.
"I can't reach!" she cried into the hallway.
Sure enough, she needed a boost to reach the faucet and wash her hands. That was one more thing they'd have to rectify.
"Can you get yourself dressed?"
"The buckle on the shoes is tough."
Dean set Jo on the edge of his bed and worked the thin straps from the small buckles. Jo was yawning when he set the shoes aside. "Let me get you unzipped," he was glad the dress wasn't complicated to get off. He slipped it over her head and left her in her undershirt. "This is going to be big, but it should do for tonight." She obediently lifted her arms so he could get her dressed. "Do you sleep with your pigtails in?"
"Yep. I love my piggies."
"Can you get your tights off?"
Jo nodded and fought with her stockings while Dean stripped to his boxers and t-shirt for bed. Across the room, Sam had done the same.
"Is there another place she should sleep?" Dean asked Sam while Jo was preoccupied fighting with her tights.
"She's a scared little girl, Dean. We can't just put her on the couch."
"She's Jo."
"She's not the Jo you remember. Having adult Jo sleeping between us in bed would have been wrong in so many ways, but letting the kiddie Jo feel safe and protected is the right thing to do."
With his interactions with little girls, and basically women in general (besides the usual one-night conversation) lacking, he decided to trust Sam's judgment.
They left the bathroom light on because she needed a nightlight. They brought her a drink of water and left the half-filled glass on the nightstand in case she was thirsty during the night. She bounced toward the middle of the bed and asked for a bedtime story.
"It's too late tonight, honey. We'll do one tomorrow, I promise." Sam gave her a hug and turned out the lamp.
In the dark silence, a weeping voice asked, "Will Mommy and Daddy come get me?"
Dean pulled the quivering bundle close. "I know they want to."
"Will you make me go away?"
Sam's eyes were watering so Dean had to field that question, too. "No, Jo. This is your home. Until we find Mommy and Daddy, you live here with me and Sammy."
"Even if I'm bad?"
"I doubt you will be, but, yes, even if you're bad. We'll love you anyway."
She seemed satisfied with his answer. She curled up closer to Dean and drifted off to sleep.
The End
Title: Candy Cane Kisses
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 283
Summary: Sam becomes a distractions while Dean is decorating the tree.
Warnings: Slash, incest
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
"What are you doing?" Dean turned from decorating the tree, wondering where Sam was with the new set of lights.
"Just a minute," Sam yelled back around a mouth full of something. "I only found one box."
A candy cane hung from Sam's lips. Dean's attention was focused on that sexy image and didn't hear a word he'd said.
"Dean?"
He jolted from his daydream that had quickly been turning x-rated. "Yeah?"
"I found one box. Didn't we get two?"
"I think we did, but we'll only need one."
"Okay," Sam carefully stepped around the packaging the other ornaments had been in. He slurped around his sweet candy. "Did you get an angel for the top of the tree?"
"An angel? I don't think so, Sammy. There's a star over there for us to use, but there's no way I'm touching an angel."
"It's alright, Dean," Sam whispered from right behind him. "I just wanted something for the tree top." He passed the star to Dean. "I'm not pushing religion or anything else that got twisted in the battle of good and evil. Let's have a pleasant first Christmas together."
"We had Christmas as kids." Dean grumped as he reached up to place the star, knowing that Sam could do it much easier but not wanting to give away the responsibility.
Sam rolled his eyes while Dean was distracted. "This is the first one for us." He took Dean's hand in his and Dean turned to face him. "Our first."
Dean smiled at Sam, removed the candy, and tasted the peppermint on Sam's lips and tongue. Sam held Dean close as they lazily kissed and wondered if Dean would oppose to hanging mistletoe.
The End
Title: Surprise Attack
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 204
Summary: Dean gets blindsided by Sam and mistletoe
Warnings: Sash, incest
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
"Sam?" Dean hung his keys on the hook by the door and put his jacket in the coat closet. The lights were on in the kitchen, but Sam wasn't in there. He decided to check the rest of the house before panicking. "Sammy?"
He was nearly tackled as he crossed under the doorway to the living room. Luckily, he recognized the man standing in the dark before instinct took over and he pummeled him.
"What?"
Sam didn't give Dean to finish his question. He took the initiative and devoured Dean's mouth with hungry kisses. Dean quickly got with the program and soon they were both gasping for air.
"What brought that on?" Dean panted.
The taller man smiled and pointed to the ceiling. "Mistletoe."
"Where else did you hang the stuff?"
"All over."
"All over where?"
"What would be the fun in telling you that? Let me put it this way, we're going to have a very active holiday season."
Dean grinned. "Can we buy it online year-round?"
"Do you want to sex me to death?"
"It'd be fun to try."
"I can't argue with that."
"Big brother knows best." Dean smirked.
"Is that so? Then, why didn't you think of the mistletoe?"
The End
Title: Cooking With Dean
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 425
Summary: Dean has a problem making supper for Sam on Christmas Eve.
Warnings: Slash, incest
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Dean cooked up a storm while Sam was gone at his job at the court house. The garage had closed early with it being Christmas Eve and all. He had a cookbook open the he counter and have flour fingerprints all over the pages of the dishes he was making. He itched his forehead absentmindedly, leaving a flour mixture behind.
All the burners on the stovetop were on and occupied. He stirred one pot after the other, trying not to let anything burn. The timer went off and he put on the oven mitts before checking the pies. His mind wandered to the boiling potatoes that he needed to check on. Without thought about where his hands currently were, he reached for the cover and burned his forearm on the top of the inside of the oven.
“Shit!” He jumped back, threw the potholders on the ground in disgust, and ran cool water over his new burns. He watched the pots and pans cooking away while he was chained to the faucet. He could flick open his Zippo and never have a problem. Flames were his friends, given all the salt and burns he’d done over his life.
“Something smells good,” Sam remarked as he walked over to the rattling kitchenware on the burners. “Hmm, this looks delicious.” He turned around when Dean didn’t reply. “What happened to you?”
“Oven attack,” Dean deadpanned.
Sam sighed, “You refused to wear the mitts, didn’t you?”
“I wore those damn girly things. The stove still bit me.”
Trying his best to hide a smile at Dean’s choice of words, he gently moved Dean’s arms from the flow of water.
“I’ll go get the bandages.”
Sam was almost out of the room when said called out, “Can you check the potatoes first and stir the stuffing? I don’t want to wreck my surprise just because I’m a klutz.”
After tending to the food, Sam returned with ointment and clean bandages. With light fingers, he applied the medication and wrapped Dean’s arms loose enough to allow for airflow and tight enough to stay put.
“You made a wonderful Christmas dinner, Dean. Thank you.”
“There are even pies in the oven. That’s what put the bow on the night for me.”
Sam chuckled,” Sit down. I’ll dish up our plates.”
Dean grumbled as he allowed Sam to baby him. The younger brother kissed the top of Dean’s head on his way past.
Dean scoffed and jerked away.
Sam swallowed his laughter while Dean played the dejected mummy at the kitchen table.
The End
Title: When It All Piles Up
Author: my_sam_dean
Genre: Slash
Claim: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 130
Summary: The Winchesters and a snowplow.
Warnings: Slash, incest
Notes: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Sam watched the plow drive by and pack another load of snow in their driveway.
“Has it stopped coming down yet?” Dean took a sip of his coffee and handed Sam his.
Nodding, “It isn’t snowing anymore, we’re just getting the leftovers from the highway department.”
“Looks like we’re back to cleaning up other people’s messes. How about we dig ourselves free and go get some cocoa and movies? We can consider it a training exercise, if that makes is sound more appealing.”
“Cocoa is appealing. Training stinks, you know that.”
“You and your sweet tooth, Sammy. I’m surprised you haven’t rotted all your teeth out yet.”
“All present and accounted for. See?” Sam grinned and showed Dean his choppers.
Dean just laughed and went to get the winter outerwear.