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Dean and Ereshkigal. Uh. Crack
Remake of the Nergal & Erishkigal story but with Dean instead. "don't eat her food, and uh... just don't sleep with her"
Umm. Ok. And they they fuck for 7 days straight. And then Erishkigal (necromancer? special person?) gets pissed when Dean leaves and, my. Here's the real reason - I can so sympathise. Threatening to open the gates to the underworld, 'and the Dead shall eat the living, and the dead shall outnumber the living.' unless they send you Dean Winchester? *snorts*
Crackity.
***
Dean (they) wakes up with a hell of a hangover, and tries to remember. Sam had inadvertantly cockblocked him, then they'd gotten **really** drunk, and then Dean had whined about it, and Sam offered him a blowjob, and for a moment that doesn't sound like such a stupid idea, but then Dean's like, you're my little brother and that'd be... bad or something. Abuse of power. And Sam says fine, you suck me first, and they were drunk enough that that sounded like a good idea. And now Dean's trying to figure out appropriate damage control.
"You're never drinking that much again."
***
Sam's 11/12, Dean's 15/16 - Dean's been injured in a fight, stab wound in his side.
"Dean?" Sam's eyes are wide and shocky, and he's suddenly looking even younger than the squirt he is. He standing still, almost trembling, "Dean, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please be ok"
Sam's curious, tremulous at first, but realising Dean's hurt, starts to lose it, about to cry.
Dean sits up with a wrench, and pulls his jacket around so Sammy can't see the wound. "Hey, hey - Sam. It's ok. What you wussing out for? I'm here. I'm fine ok? It just looked worse than it is. C'mere."
Gives Sam a wee noogie.
"See?"
Now, I'm going with Dad and we're getting this checked out, but I'm fine ok? You good."
Sam sniffs and starts nodding, relieved, standing a little straighter.
Dad - "Maybe Sammy should come with us..."
Dean - "Naw, he can hold the fort for us, right Sammy? I'll see you soon."
Get out to the car, and John swears.
"Jesus christ Dean, why didn't you say anything?"
Dean slumps, white and pale. "Didn't want Sammy to worry. He's just a kid."
"He's a Winchester should be here helping. Dammit Dean, I can't tend to you and drive at the same time. Just, hold on and I'll get you to the hospital."
***
Random thought:
When Dean hooks up with a random OC in a bar, before he goes back to their room *course* he's checked them out for weapons in the guise of copious groping, because he's Dean.
So he knows it's safe, and besides - he *is* armed.
***
*random snarking, and insults, followed by Dean uttering the words:
"Blow me."
Sam's knees hit the floor with a thump, or possibly that was the noise of Deans head as he jerked back and hit the wall. Ow.
"What the...!"
Sam's hands are fumbling at his fly, and Dean frantically bats them away. "Hey!" (his voice a little too high pitched), "Quit it!" stumbling away a few steps.
He thinks he sees Sam smile slightly, then Sam's standing again, dusting his knees, and sitting calmly by the laptop again. "Gonna let me actually do some work now?"
Dean gapes a little. "Umm. Sure."
Sam smirks and starts typing again.
Dean beats a hasty retreat (not fair).
***
Devils trap co(da)...
Dean was sitting in the car. In the back of the car.
There'd been... A truck hit. Impact. And now he was sitting here, broken glass and crumpled metal around him, with nothing intervening. No memory of glass breaking, metal crunching. Just lost time.
He scanned his body mentally for injuries, and - nothing. Just numb. A hollow feeling, like a bell just rung, still resonating from impact, but no pain, no feeling, unable to move or feel at all, and it felt worse if anything.
Not knowing when the pain was going to come crashing down, what was broken, whether this was survivable.
Shit.
Of course it was survivable.
He had to take care of... of Sammy. And Dad. They're... in the front seat, not moving.
Focus on breathing Dean. Move your fingers. C'mon. Left hand. You know how. A twitch. That's it. Wiggle. Other hand. Reach round.
***
Dean in that priest outfit... ok, so they're not exactly normal (he wishes he could be), but what they've done, it's just - well, it's not about each other, it's just about getting off. But the suit? Ok. Maybe that gets Sam a little hot.
They get back to the motel, still in the priest outfits, and Dean's (gone to the bathroom to take a piss) collapsed out on his bed for a moment, just stretching out. Sam looks at him nervously, then turns to the TV, switching it on. They don't have anything to go on for the next few hours, then Dean'll be hitting the bars for some pool money. Maybe...
"Do you... d'ya wanna watch some Porn?" said Sam.
Dean sat up, propped on one arm, looking at him curiously. Then gave a small shrug and grinned. "Sure. What's on?"
Sam flicked through the channels, while Dean got up and walked over to the bed. Sam looked up to see Dean was loosening the dog collar around his neck, to take it off, and said "Leave it!" without thinking.
One of Deans eyebrows went up, and he stared at Sam. "I mean... never mind.", said Sam, embarrassed.
Dean's other eyebrow went up, and he smirked at Sam, while Sam blushed. "Naw, it's cool." and straightened his collar, before moving up to stand right in front of Sam, between his spread legs, looking down on him (*like he hadn't for years*). "You like this?"
Sam's blush intensified, and his jaw tightened. "Quit it. You wanna watch the porn? Or not?"