Goodnight Kisses - Supernatural - Sam/Dean - PG - Day 25/30 - Prompt: "joker"
Title: Goodnight Kisses
Author: deamsgirl
Prompt #: 30 - "JOKER"
Prompt table: B
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word count: 350
Disclamer: Supernatural does not belong to me. No profit was made from this story.
Summary: Sam confronts Dean over a late night out.
It was three in the morning when Dean finally stumbled his way into the room, slightly buzzed and reeking of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey. The light was on and Sam was fast asleep with a book on his chest. The thought of Sam stubbornly trying to wait up for him always made Dean chuckle lightly.
“You’re such a girl, Sasquatch,” Dean said, rolls his eyes, but there was a hint of fondness in his voice. He pulled the book from Sam’s pliant fingers-some tome whose name Dean couldn’t even pronounce, much less understand-and placed a chaste kiss to the younger man’s forehead.
Sam stirred slightly under his lips and croaked, “You’re home.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Come to bed. And turn off the lights, dude.”
Dean snorted, “Pushy bitch,” but turned off the lamp and curled up beside Sam, covering them both with the bedspread. “G’night, Sammy.”
“Night, Dean,” Sam breathed.
Dean was almost asleep when Sam’s hesitant voice broke the silence. “Dean, you didn’t-did you-?”
Dean sighed. “I didn’t fuck anyone, Sam,” he said quietly. “I just made some extra cash on the pool tables.”
“I just…” Sam paused. “If you wanted to, I wouldn’t… you know.”
“Yes, you would,” Dean laughed. “You would be a jealous bitch for months, but… I don’t need that anymore, Sam. ”
“Really?”
“Yes, now go to sleep.”
“Okay,” Sam snuggled against Dean, his face pressed against Dean’s chest. “Thanks.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
“Loving me,” Sam said softly. Dean opened his mouth to protest such a large amount of chick-flickness, but shut it at the feel of Sam’s lips quirking into a happy little smile against his chest.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “I’m tired, Sammy, so stop thinking.”
Sam laughed but didn’t reply. It was close to four a.m. when they finally fell asleep. They were sure to be pissy as hell when the wake-up call roused them at eight-thirty, but it was worth it.
Author: deamsgirl
Prompt #: 30 - "JOKER"
Prompt table: B
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word count: 350
Disclamer: Supernatural does not belong to me. No profit was made from this story.
Summary: Sam confronts Dean over a late night out.
It was three in the morning when Dean finally stumbled his way into the room, slightly buzzed and reeking of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey. The light was on and Sam was fast asleep with a book on his chest. The thought of Sam stubbornly trying to wait up for him always made Dean chuckle lightly.
“You’re such a girl, Sasquatch,” Dean said, rolls his eyes, but there was a hint of fondness in his voice. He pulled the book from Sam’s pliant fingers-some tome whose name Dean couldn’t even pronounce, much less understand-and placed a chaste kiss to the younger man’s forehead.
Sam stirred slightly under his lips and croaked, “You’re home.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Come to bed. And turn off the lights, dude.”
Dean snorted, “Pushy bitch,” but turned off the lamp and curled up beside Sam, covering them both with the bedspread. “G’night, Sammy.”
“Night, Dean,” Sam breathed.
Dean was almost asleep when Sam’s hesitant voice broke the silence. “Dean, you didn’t-did you-?”
Dean sighed. “I didn’t fuck anyone, Sam,” he said quietly. “I just made some extra cash on the pool tables.”
“I just…” Sam paused. “If you wanted to, I wouldn’t… you know.”
“Yes, you would,” Dean laughed. “You would be a jealous bitch for months, but… I don’t need that anymore, Sam. ”
“Really?”
“Yes, now go to sleep.”
“Okay,” Sam snuggled against Dean, his face pressed against Dean’s chest. “Thanks.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
“Loving me,” Sam said softly. Dean opened his mouth to protest such a large amount of chick-flickness, but shut it at the feel of Sam’s lips quirking into a happy little smile against his chest.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “I’m tired, Sammy, so stop thinking.”
Sam laughed but didn’t reply. It was close to four a.m. when they finally fell asleep. They were sure to be pissy as hell when the wake-up call roused them at eight-thirty, but it was worth it.