a fairytale (no, really, all things considered).
For fleshflutter's Supernatural Picspam Fest;
This is Dean Smith.
This is Sam Wesson.
Dean Smith has the most awesome fake!laugh ever.
His brother His future ~love interest~ is maybe sort of bored with his job.
When Dean and Sam first laid eyes on each other, Dean gives Sam the cutest poutyface ever.
And Sam finds himself maybe a little attracted, even though he just got out of an engagement to a hot girl.
But Dean's in denial or have a complex or something, so he totally blew Sam off.
Then, something terrible happens in the office and they find themselves meeting again. Which is weird, because why haven't they met, like, last Thursday or something? I'll tell you why: FATE. Or, y'know. Coincidence.
Anyway. They're in the elevator. So, ELEVATOR SEX ENSUES! Except nobody hits the stop button. BOO.
Dean is totally attracted a bit.
Then Sam gives him the All Powerful Puppydog Eyes of Doom.
Dean finds himself seriously considering the possibility of hooking up.
Alas, his denial/complex wins yet again. /o\
But once again fate intervenes and something horrible befalls Sam's BFF of two weeks. Poor Dean Smith is not as great as some other Deans in emergency situations.
Next thing they know, FRISSON.
So Dean orders Sam to come up to his office, thus the opening of the most cliched office porn ever ensues.
And seriously, Sam finds Dean incredibly attractive and hot. For some reason.
Like, no matter what he does.
So he flirts a little.
And Dean coyly accepts the proposition. To what, I'm not entirely sure.
Except it looks a lot like the time Dean walks around in creepy hallways with Jo. Y'know, in that other alternate universe. But Jo's his sister in this one and Sam's not and - it's all very confusing.
Surprise!evil spirit on their date! OH NOES.
Needless to say, Dean has to tap into his awesome hunter instinct from out of nowhere and rescues the victim in distress, which sadly, isn't Sam.
It's okay, though, because Sam's ~entranced~ anyway.
Naturally, Dean invites Sam back to his awesome bachelor pad, but Sam refuses to put out. Maybe because Dean gives him water instead of beer.
Dean cocks his awesome eyebrow at Sam's woeful tale about not liking his life, his job, his last name, and the universe in general.
And Sam doesn't appreciate it, okay? *bitchface*
So then Dean calls him Sammy, like anybody would call a hottie "baby".
But Sam's, like, "ew, no."
We should forgive Sammy...I mean, Sam, because he later proceeds to bend over very near to Dean, like so.
And then there's leaning into one's personal space, like this.
And Sam straddling chairs like this.
And standing close like they hadn't just met, like, three days ago or something.
And again. Who are they kidding, really?
Back in the elevator, Sam admires Dean's cute freckled ears.
And they may have exchanged phone numbers or something. I'm not sure.
But, oh no. Sam's sprayed with a totally different bodily fluid than he'd hoped for.
Dean's totally concerned, but he doesn't really wanna know. I don't blame him. :|
Sam's maybe lost interest at this point. Should've had that elevator sex, guys. Tsk.
As they reach for the same iron poker, like any other romantic scenes in any other romantic tale...
The evil spirit pops up again to ruin the romance! Oh noes.
But they combine their awesomeness and gets rid of it as an awesome team.
Which is VERY satisfying, as far as Sam's concerned.
But, of course, the spirit has a strong desire to touch Dean's pretty, pretty face, just like any other evil things in the world. Poor Dean's too pretty for his own good. D:
Of course, Sam has to be the hero and rescues him. It's a romantic story, you guys.
And, yeah, maybe they'll pick up where the office porn left off, huh? ;)
WE WISH. I wish I could say that they look into each other's eyes and fall into each other's arms, lips pressed together in a heated kiss. With tongues.
I mean, Dean's interested.
Sam's definitely interested.
He even pulls the All Powerful Puppydog Eyes of Doom again.
But Dean's seriously damaged or something, you guys. Just look at his FACE.
So the next day Sam releases his raging sexual tension onto an fairly innocent office property.
It was incredibly HOT.
I wish I could say Dean hears about it and runs out into the street to catch Sam and they kiss right there in front of the Sandover office building. I really do. But he doesn't.
Instead, a dickhead with wings touches his awesome forehead and tells him that he's not Dean Smith after all! :O
And Dean's mightily pissed, sure.
But now he gets to drive around in a kickass '67 Impala, fornicate with women and call his brother Sammy again. Or, y'know, fornicate with Sammy in a kickass '67 Impala or something like that.
But that's another story. :)
This is Dean Smith.
This is Sam Wesson.
Dean Smith has the most awesome fake!laugh ever.
His brother His future ~love interest~ is maybe sort of bored with his job.
When Dean and Sam first laid eyes on each other, Dean gives Sam the cutest poutyface ever.
And Sam finds himself maybe a little attracted, even though he just got out of an engagement to a hot girl.
But Dean's in denial or have a complex or something, so he totally blew Sam off.
Then, something terrible happens in the office and they find themselves meeting again. Which is weird, because why haven't they met, like, last Thursday or something? I'll tell you why: FATE. Or, y'know. Coincidence.
Anyway. They're in the elevator. So, ELEVATOR SEX ENSUES! Except nobody hits the stop button. BOO.
Dean is totally attracted a bit.
Then Sam gives him the All Powerful Puppydog Eyes of Doom.
Dean finds himself seriously considering the possibility of hooking up.
Alas, his denial/complex wins yet again. /o\
But once again fate intervenes and something horrible befalls Sam's BFF of two weeks. Poor Dean Smith is not as great as some other Deans in emergency situations.
Next thing they know, FRISSON.
So Dean orders Sam to come up to his office, thus the opening of the most cliched office porn ever ensues.
And seriously, Sam finds Dean incredibly attractive and hot. For some reason.
Like, no matter what he does.
So he flirts a little.
And Dean coyly accepts the proposition. To what, I'm not entirely sure.
Except it looks a lot like the time Dean walks around in creepy hallways with Jo. Y'know, in that other alternate universe. But Jo's his sister in this one and Sam's not and - it's all very confusing.
Surprise!evil spirit on their date! OH NOES.
Needless to say, Dean has to tap into his awesome hunter instinct from out of nowhere and rescues the victim in distress, which sadly, isn't Sam.
It's okay, though, because Sam's ~entranced~ anyway.
Naturally, Dean invites Sam back to his awesome bachelor pad, but Sam refuses to put out. Maybe because Dean gives him water instead of beer.
Dean cocks his awesome eyebrow at Sam's woeful tale about not liking his life, his job, his last name, and the universe in general.
And Sam doesn't appreciate it, okay? *bitchface*
So then Dean calls him Sammy, like anybody would call a hottie "baby".
But Sam's, like, "ew, no."
We should forgive Sammy...I mean, Sam, because he later proceeds to bend over very near to Dean, like so.
And then there's leaning into one's personal space, like this.
And Sam straddling chairs like this.
And standing close like they hadn't just met, like, three days ago or something.
And again. Who are they kidding, really?
Back in the elevator, Sam admires Dean's cute freckled ears.
And they may have exchanged phone numbers or something. I'm not sure.
But, oh no. Sam's sprayed with a totally different bodily fluid than he'd hoped for.
Dean's totally concerned, but he doesn't really wanna know. I don't blame him. :|
Sam's maybe lost interest at this point. Should've had that elevator sex, guys. Tsk.
As they reach for the same iron poker, like any other romantic scenes in any other romantic tale...
The evil spirit pops up again to ruin the romance! Oh noes.
But they combine their awesomeness and gets rid of it as an awesome team.
Which is VERY satisfying, as far as Sam's concerned.
But, of course, the spirit has a strong desire to touch Dean's pretty, pretty face, just like any other evil things in the world. Poor Dean's too pretty for his own good. D:
Of course, Sam has to be the hero and rescues him. It's a romantic story, you guys.
And, yeah, maybe they'll pick up where the office porn left off, huh? ;)
WE WISH. I wish I could say that they look into each other's eyes and fall into each other's arms, lips pressed together in a heated kiss. With tongues.
I mean, Dean's interested.
Sam's definitely interested.
He even pulls the All Powerful Puppydog Eyes of Doom again.
But Dean's seriously damaged or something, you guys. Just look at his FACE.
So the next day Sam releases his raging sexual tension onto an fairly innocent office property.
It was incredibly HOT.
I wish I could say Dean hears about it and runs out into the street to catch Sam and they kiss right there in front of the Sandover office building. I really do. But he doesn't.
Instead, a dickhead with wings touches his awesome forehead and tells him that he's not Dean Smith after all! :O
And Dean's mightily pissed, sure.
But now he gets to drive around in a kickass '67 Impala, fornicate with women and call his brother Sammy again. Or, y'know, fornicate with Sammy in a kickass '67 Impala or something like that.
But that's another story. :)
