yet another take on true blood, 1/2moodswingersNovember 10 2009, 02:01:40 UTC
"Looking good, Sook," someone lisped behind Dean. Dean was holding a big knife in his hand and there was a half-sliced lemon on a cutting board in front of him. He turned around. He was in some kind of a kitchen, probably a bar or a diner. A dude with purple eyeshadow and fake eyelashes winked at him.
"Damn, girl, you're makin' me wanna switch teams," the dude said without opening his mouth. He was biting his glossy lips and checking Dean out head to toe. What the hell was this place?
"Did you get highlights?" the dude asked out loud.
"Um, no-" Dean said. Play your part, he thought and looked down at himself. He was wearing a white t-shirt and completely humiliating black shorts under an apron, and he had a wedgie. His legs were bare, and also hairless. For once in his life, Dean hoped that Sam was somewhere else, or Dean was never going to live this one down.
"Lafayette!" came a voice through the kitchen window. "Where are my burgers? Andy's pitching a fit."
Lafayette grabbed two plates and went towards the grill. "Hold your horses, Arlene," he said. "Come in here and take a look at Sookie."
Sookie. What kind of name was that? And what the fuck?
A redhead wearing the same shit as Dean came inside. Great, Dean was a chick, a waitress, and most likely a mind-reader. Hilarious.
Lafayette brought the burgers over and gave them to Arlene. He put his hands on his hips. "Does she look different to you?"
Oh my god, I could eat her up, Arlene thought, gaping at Dean. Dean smirked at her.
Arlene pushed against him. Nice boobs. "Did you just read my mind?" she said sharply under her voice. I don't really wanna have sex with you, you just look kind of... manly today, is all, she thought at him. Apparently Sookie's freaky powers weren't exactly a secret.
Dean grinned. "No, no, of course not," he said. "Should I?"
"Oh, don't even," Arlene said. She grabbed Dean's arm and whispered in his ear. "There's a vampire at one of your tables."
Dean perked up at that. Maybe this would be easier than he had expected. He was a weird psychic chick-for fuck's sake-but maybe he could get out of here by working a job. "A vampire, really? What does it look like?"
"I don't know, he's all pale and brooding. And real tall," Arlene said. "And Sam said he was a vampire."
"What? Sam's here?" Crap. Dean could really use a pair of jeans right about now.
This girl's gonna lose her head some day, Arlene thought. "Yeah, he's at the bar. You okay?" she said.
"I'm fine," Dean said, itching to get away. "I'm gonna go check it out."
Some guy was standing behind the bar when Dean walked out, but it wasn't Sam. He nodded at Dean when he saw him, absently wiping a glass. He was thinking about how Sookie looked weird, or something. Dean wanted to walk over and tell him that Sookie had a dick today, but he was a little afraid that it might not be true.
There were about fifteen people sitting around, all so loud that Dean just wanted to yell at them to shut the hell up. They went on and on, throwing out the stupidest things: "I can't breathe in these jeans... how long do I have to listen to her before she'll suck my dick... these fries are so good, I don't give a shit what my doctor said... did I put the lube back inside the drawer... where the fuck is Dean already?"
yet another take on true blood, 2/2moodswingersNovember 10 2009, 02:02:02 UTC
Dean spotted him in the back of the room, sitting by himself, staring at his fingers tangled in front of him at the table. He rushed over.
Sam looked up, and Dean burst into laughter. Sam was dressed all in black, his hair combed back and his sideburns bordering on ridiculous. He skin was so white, it was almost gray. "Dude, are you the vampire?"
"Shut up, Dean," Sam said and gave him a once over. "You're the one to talk. You're wearing lipstick, man."
Oh, goddamn. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It came away pink. Sam grinned at him, and his eyes are kind of lingering on Dean's legs. Had the fucking Trickster shaved them himself, or what? Jesus. Dean sat down across from Sam, trying his best to block out the voices. "You got anything?"
Sam looked back at his hands, his face gone serious. "I've been trying to figure it, but I can't think of anything, unless-"
"Unless what?"
"Unless I should drink-" he said and looked at Dean through his eyelashes, his forehead all scrunched up.
Fucking Trickster. Dean was going to kill him, make Cas bring him back, then kill him again. "Drink blood?"
Sam shrugged. "Probably yours, though," he said quietly.
Dean was pretty sure he was right. Skanky-ass fang-banger, she's gonna let that monster suck her dry and fuck her like a whore someone nearby was thinking, and Dean just rolled his eyes. We can retire after we drain this one, he's a big motherfucker, said another voice on Dean's right, and Dean got up.
"We gotta go, Sam."
The guy from behind the bar was yelling after him when he ran outside, Sam at his heels, but Dean couldn't care less. They had to get this over with before those assholes came after Sam.
The parking lot in front of the bar was big and empty. There was a patch of woods just across, dark enough to hide them, so they moved in that direction.
"Your ass is hanging out, Dean," Sam said behind him, snickering.
"You don't wanna piss me off right now," Dean said. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tried to pull it down, but the stupid thing didn't go any lower from where it was. Sam could kiss his naked ass, the fucker.
They got under a tree, and Dean leaned against it, Sam shuffling his feet in front of him.
"Knock yourself out," Dean said tilting his head to the side to bare his neck. God, this was so not what they needed right now.
"I'm sorry," Sam said, then hissed, fangs sliding out. They didn't look like any vampire fangs Dean'd ever seen. He was equal parts horrified and curious, but mostly ready to get this over with.
Sam put one hand on Dean's shoulder and the other at the back of his head and bit down. It stung, but not like when Gordon bit him that one time-this pain was electric, almost pleasant. Sam's lips touched his skin and he started sucking, his fingers twitching where they were gripping Dean. He was groaning into Dean's neck. Dean grabbed his arms to hold himself up, his legs about to give out. It felt like Sam was replacing his blood with something else, like he was filling him up and swallowing him whole. Dean shivered, the sensation almost too much too take, and moaned.
Sam pulled back and licked a few stray drops off his lips. "Now you are mine," he said, and everything went black.
"Damn, girl, you're makin' me wanna switch teams," the dude said without opening his mouth. He was biting his glossy lips and checking Dean out head to toe. What the hell was this place?
"Did you get highlights?" the dude asked out loud.
"Um, no-" Dean said. Play your part, he thought and looked down at himself. He was wearing a white t-shirt and completely humiliating black shorts under an apron, and he had a wedgie. His legs were bare, and also hairless. For once in his life, Dean hoped that Sam was somewhere else, or Dean was never going to live this one down.
"Lafayette!" came a voice through the kitchen window. "Where are my burgers? Andy's pitching a fit."
Lafayette grabbed two plates and went towards the grill. "Hold your horses, Arlene," he said. "Come in here and take a look at Sookie."
Sookie. What kind of name was that? And what the fuck?
A redhead wearing the same shit as Dean came inside. Great, Dean was a chick, a waitress, and most likely a mind-reader. Hilarious.
Lafayette brought the burgers over and gave them to Arlene. He put his hands on his hips. "Does she look different to you?"
Oh my god, I could eat her up, Arlene thought, gaping at Dean. Dean smirked at her.
Arlene pushed against him. Nice boobs. "Did you just read my mind?" she said sharply under her voice. I don't really wanna have sex with you, you just look kind of... manly today, is all, she thought at him. Apparently Sookie's freaky powers weren't exactly a secret.
Dean grinned. "No, no, of course not," he said. "Should I?"
"Oh, don't even," Arlene said. She grabbed Dean's arm and whispered in his ear. "There's a vampire at one of your tables."
Dean perked up at that. Maybe this would be easier than he had expected. He was a weird psychic chick-for fuck's sake-but maybe he could get out of here by working a job. "A vampire, really? What does it look like?"
"I don't know, he's all pale and brooding. And real tall," Arlene said. "And Sam said he was a vampire."
"What? Sam's here?" Crap. Dean could really use a pair of jeans right about now.
This girl's gonna lose her head some day, Arlene thought. "Yeah, he's at the bar. You okay?" she said.
"I'm fine," Dean said, itching to get away. "I'm gonna go check it out."
Some guy was standing behind the bar when Dean walked out, but it wasn't Sam. He nodded at Dean when he saw him, absently wiping a glass. He was thinking about how Sookie looked weird, or something. Dean wanted to walk over and tell him that Sookie had a dick today, but he was a little afraid that it might not be true.
There were about fifteen people sitting around, all so loud that Dean just wanted to yell at them to shut the hell up. They went on and on, throwing out the stupidest things: "I can't breathe in these jeans... how long do I have to listen to her before she'll suck my dick... these fries are so good, I don't give a shit what my doctor said... did I put the lube back inside the drawer... where the fuck is Dean already?"
Sam.
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Sam looked up, and Dean burst into laughter. Sam was dressed all in black, his hair combed back and his sideburns bordering on ridiculous. He skin was so white, it was almost gray. "Dude, are you the vampire?"
"Shut up, Dean," Sam said and gave him a once over. "You're the one to talk. You're wearing lipstick, man."
Oh, goddamn. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It came away pink. Sam grinned at him, and his eyes are kind of lingering on Dean's legs. Had the fucking Trickster shaved them himself, or what? Jesus. Dean sat down across from Sam, trying his best to block out the voices. "You got anything?"
Sam looked back at his hands, his face gone serious. "I've been trying to figure it, but I can't think of anything, unless-"
"Unless what?"
"Unless I should drink-" he said and looked at Dean through his eyelashes, his forehead all scrunched up.
Fucking Trickster. Dean was going to kill him, make Cas bring him back, then kill him again. "Drink blood?"
Sam shrugged. "Probably yours, though," he said quietly.
Dean was pretty sure he was right. Skanky-ass fang-banger, she's gonna let that monster suck her dry and fuck her like a whore someone nearby was thinking, and Dean just rolled his eyes. We can retire after we drain this one, he's a big motherfucker, said another voice on Dean's right, and Dean got up.
"We gotta go, Sam."
The guy from behind the bar was yelling after him when he ran outside, Sam at his heels, but Dean couldn't care less. They had to get this over with before those assholes came after Sam.
The parking lot in front of the bar was big and empty. There was a patch of woods just across, dark enough to hide them, so they moved in that direction.
"Your ass is hanging out, Dean," Sam said behind him, snickering.
"You don't wanna piss me off right now," Dean said. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tried to pull it down, but the stupid thing didn't go any lower from where it was. Sam could kiss his naked ass, the fucker.
They got under a tree, and Dean leaned against it, Sam shuffling his feet in front of him.
"Knock yourself out," Dean said tilting his head to the side to bare his neck. God, this was so not what they needed right now.
"I'm sorry," Sam said, then hissed, fangs sliding out. They didn't look like any vampire fangs Dean'd ever seen. He was equal parts horrified and curious, but mostly ready to get this over with.
Sam put one hand on Dean's shoulder and the other at the back of his head and bit down. It stung, but not like when Gordon bit him that one time-this pain was electric, almost pleasant. Sam's lips touched his skin and he started sucking, his fingers twitching where they were gripping Dean. He was groaning into Dean's neck. Dean grabbed his arms to hold himself up, his legs about to give out. It felt like Sam was replacing his blood with something else, like he was filling him up and swallowing him whole. Dean shivered, the sensation almost too much too take, and moaned.
Sam pulled back and licked a few stray drops off his lips. "Now you are mine," he said, and everything went black.
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