Supernatural, Sam/Dean, #18, 17, 34 , 4-, 37, 32
Title: Candy Cane Kisses
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 18 - flavour
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
"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.
Title: Surprise Attack
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 17 - simple request
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
"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?"
Title: Cooking With Dean
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 34 - feather soft
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural
Warnings: slash, incest
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.
Title: Brrr . . .
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 4 - touching of the soul to the sun
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
Sam was snoozing on the couch, stuffed from the banana cream pie that he’d made during the day. He’d eaten too much, trying to keep up with Dean.
With the rumbling of the Impala still in his ears, Dean slipped in the front door. Sam’s loud snores from the couch alerted him to his location. He gave a impish smile as he took off his coat and tip-toed into the living room. Instead of saying anything, he slipped his cold hands under Sam’s shirt.
“Shit!” Sam almost launched himself off the sofa. “Dean! Get off me!”
Laughter rang in Sam’s ears.
“C’mon, Sammy. It’s freezing out there. I could have made you go get supplies. The least you can do is warm me up.’
Sam frowned. He turned on his side, making room for Dean. “Grab that blanket.”
The two of them cuddled on the couch, knowing that they were in everything together--even awful weather.
Title: The Smell of Real Time
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 37 - flecks of silver
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
“I can’t believe we got a real tree. It smells so good.”
“Just because we lack the storage for a fake tree,” Dean complained. “There’s no way in hell I’m getting a real one next year. We’ll probably still be picking the needles from this one out of the carpet.”
“Don’t get grumpy.” Sam cajoled. He put his arms around Dean. “Let’s enjoy it while we have it.”
“Enjoy it, how?” Dean flirted, acting all innocent.
Sam’s lips moved on Dean’s neck and Dean turned to give Sam more room. “I don’t know,” Sam whispered. “I’m just going with the mood.”
“We--” Dean had a hard time concentrating on words. “We have a mood?”
“Yep. It’s all in the lighting.”
“Really?”
“Let me show you.” Sam reclined on the floor near the boughs and Dean followed. He smirked, pleased that Sammy was taking the lead.
Title: The Santa Suit
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 32 - storyteller
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural
Warnings: slash, incest
“What would you like for Christmas, little boy?”
“A new book in Latin,” Sammy’s face lit up.
“Uh, a book in Latin?”
“Yeah. Don’t the elves make those?”
Santa looked down into the boy’s concerned face. “Sure, kid. We just don’t get to give them as presents very often.”
“Thank you , Santa!” he threw his arms around Santa’s neck and squeezed for all he was worth.
Santa laughed at the enthusiasm. “No, thank you, Sammy. Getting me this suit was a great idea. Especially with the easy-access pockets. Want to feel?”
Sam blushed almost the same shade red as Santa. “Yes.”
Dean shifted so his pockets were visible. Sam snaked a hand inside.
“You’re naked!”
“What did you expect? You got this for me. It’s not like it’s a rented suit.”
“Can you imagine how gross those are? I’m sure at least some folks used them like we are.”
“So it would be like some of the motels we stayed in?”
“Gross, Dean!”
“I’m just saying--” Sam jumped off Dean’s lap. “Hey! I didn’t mean anything by it!”
“I know. It’s just that we’ve done the ‘Sitting on Santa’s Lap’ scenario and I’d like to move on to ‘Santa Visits Sammy in the Bedroom‘.”
“Okay.” Dean chased Sam into the other room. “How many of these little plots do you have in planned out?”
“Quite a few. I had to make the suit worth it.”
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 18 - flavour
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
"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.
Title: Surprise Attack
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 17 - simple request
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
"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?"
Title: Cooking With Dean
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 34 - feather soft
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural
Warnings: slash, incest
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.
Title: Brrr . . .
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 4 - touching of the soul to the sun
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
Sam was snoozing on the couch, stuffed from the banana cream pie that he’d made during the day. He’d eaten too much, trying to keep up with Dean.
With the rumbling of the Impala still in his ears, Dean slipped in the front door. Sam’s loud snores from the couch alerted him to his location. He gave a impish smile as he took off his coat and tip-toed into the living room. Instead of saying anything, he slipped his cold hands under Sam’s shirt.
“Shit!” Sam almost launched himself off the sofa. “Dean! Get off me!”
Laughter rang in Sam’s ears.
“C’mon, Sammy. It’s freezing out there. I could have made you go get supplies. The least you can do is warm me up.’
Sam frowned. He turned on his side, making room for Dean. “Grab that blanket.”
The two of them cuddled on the couch, knowing that they were in everything together--even awful weather.
Title: The Smell of Real Time
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 37 - flecks of silver
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
“I can’t believe we got a real tree. It smells so good.”
“Just because we lack the storage for a fake tree,” Dean complained. “There’s no way in hell I’m getting a real one next year. We’ll probably still be picking the needles from this one out of the carpet.”
“Don’t get grumpy.” Sam cajoled. He put his arms around Dean. “Let’s enjoy it while we have it.”
“Enjoy it, how?” Dean flirted, acting all innocent.
Sam’s lips moved on Dean’s neck and Dean turned to give Sam more room. “I don’t know,” Sam whispered. “I’m just going with the mood.”
“We--” Dean had a hard time concentrating on words. “We have a mood?”
“Yep. It’s all in the lighting.”
“Really?”
“Let me show you.” Sam reclined on the floor near the boughs and Dean followed. He smirked, pleased that Sammy was taking the lead.
Title: The Santa Suit
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 32 - storyteller
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural
Warnings: slash, incest
“What would you like for Christmas, little boy?”
“A new book in Latin,” Sammy’s face lit up.
“Uh, a book in Latin?”
“Yeah. Don’t the elves make those?”
Santa looked down into the boy’s concerned face. “Sure, kid. We just don’t get to give them as presents very often.”
“Thank you , Santa!” he threw his arms around Santa’s neck and squeezed for all he was worth.
Santa laughed at the enthusiasm. “No, thank you, Sammy. Getting me this suit was a great idea. Especially with the easy-access pockets. Want to feel?”
Sam blushed almost the same shade red as Santa. “Yes.”
Dean shifted so his pockets were visible. Sam snaked a hand inside.
“You’re naked!”
“What did you expect? You got this for me. It’s not like it’s a rented suit.”
“Can you imagine how gross those are? I’m sure at least some folks used them like we are.”
“So it would be like some of the motels we stayed in?”
“Gross, Dean!”
“I’m just saying--” Sam jumped off Dean’s lap. “Hey! I didn’t mean anything by it!”
“I know. It’s just that we’ve done the ‘Sitting on Santa’s Lap’ scenario and I’d like to move on to ‘Santa Visits Sammy in the Bedroom‘.”
“Okay.” Dean chased Sam into the other room. “How many of these little plots do you have in planned out?”
“Quite a few. I had to make the suit worth it.”