Fic: Mistletoe
Title: Mistletoe
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Word count: ~200
AN: Written for hoodie_time’s Winter/Holiday themed Dean-focused h/c comment-fic meme based on the prompt from mad_server: Sam/Dean. Dean has a little sprig of mistletoe that he MILKS over the holiday season, moving it from place to place and sometimes just whipping it out of his pocket and extracting maaaany kisses (and eyerolls) from Sam. Then he gets sick and feels really unattractive and stops doing it, until Sam is like, "Where's my mistletoe?" and gives him maaaany more kisses.
thud
“Uhh.”
“Excuse me.”
grins
“That’s okay, umm, …”
“Miranda.”
“Hey, Miranda. I’m Dean.”
smiles weakly
“Hi, Dean. What can I do for you?”
“Err, nothing. Just - you see up there?”
frowns, looking up
“Yes?”
“It’s a sprig of mistletoe.”
“I know.”
“You know what it means?”
“I - think so?”
smiles widely
“May I?”
“Err, sure, I guess?”
waits for nothing, and just kisses, kisses, kisses
licks lips
“Thank you, Miranda. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you, too, Dean.”
~~~
An hour later
“Guh. Blah.”
wipes lips
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing.”
grimaces
“Guess there’re more girls coming, Dean. Look. I think she can be your type.”
“Shut up, Sam.”
snorts
“Thought you were going to kiss every damn girl in this bar tonight.”
“Shut. Up. Sam.”
“Where’s the mistletoe?”
“What?”
“Where is it?”
“Here. What you need it for?”
leans forward, grabs Dean’s shirt front
and kisses, kisses, kisses
…
silent
wipes lips
smug
…
whispers
“What the hell, Sam?”
“Thought now that you still have the mistletoe-”
“In the car. Now.”
“Dean?”
grabs Sam’s arm
“Now.”
~~~
In the Impala
shoves the mistletoe
“Take this.”
“Dean?”
“Shut up, Sam. Come here.”
grabs Sam’s shirt front
and kisses, kisses, kisses
…
and Sam kisses back
The End
AN: I’m sorry. I’m tweaking my layout, still am. :) Sorry for the headache I’m making. Also sorry it’s too late. It’s not Christmas anymore. But I just saw the prompt. ^__^
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Word count: ~200
AN: Written for hoodie_time’s Winter/Holiday themed Dean-focused h/c comment-fic meme based on the prompt from mad_server: Sam/Dean. Dean has a little sprig of mistletoe that he MILKS over the holiday season, moving it from place to place and sometimes just whipping it out of his pocket and extracting maaaany kisses (and eyerolls) from Sam. Then he gets sick and feels really unattractive and stops doing it, until Sam is like, "Where's my mistletoe?" and gives him maaaany more kisses.
thud
“Uhh.”
“Excuse me.”
grins
“That’s okay, umm, …”
“Miranda.”
“Hey, Miranda. I’m Dean.”
smiles weakly
“Hi, Dean. What can I do for you?”
“Err, nothing. Just - you see up there?”
frowns, looking up
“Yes?”
“It’s a sprig of mistletoe.”
“I know.”
“You know what it means?”
“I - think so?”
smiles widely
“May I?”
“Err, sure, I guess?”
waits for nothing, and just kisses, kisses, kisses
licks lips
“Thank you, Miranda. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you, too, Dean.”
~~~
An hour later
“Guh. Blah.”
wipes lips
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing.”
grimaces
“Guess there’re more girls coming, Dean. Look. I think she can be your type.”
“Shut up, Sam.”
snorts
“Thought you were going to kiss every damn girl in this bar tonight.”
“Shut. Up. Sam.”
“Where’s the mistletoe?”
“What?”
“Where is it?”
“Here. What you need it for?”
leans forward, grabs Dean’s shirt front
and kisses, kisses, kisses
…
silent
wipes lips
smug
…
whispers
“What the hell, Sam?”
“Thought now that you still have the mistletoe-”
“In the car. Now.”
“Dean?”
grabs Sam’s arm
“Now.”
~~~
In the Impala
shoves the mistletoe
“Take this.”
“Dean?”
“Shut up, Sam. Come here.”
grabs Sam’s shirt front
and kisses, kisses, kisses
…
and Sam kisses back
The End
AN: I’m sorry. I’m tweaking my layout, still am. :) Sorry for the headache I’m making. Also sorry it’s too late. It’s not Christmas anymore. But I just saw the prompt. ^__^