Filled - Not Movingthe_rant_girlMarch 18 2011, 15:14:08 UTC
just a very little something, apparently I was finished with sick!Dean, heh“Sam, get off me,” Dean gruffs, shifting his shoulders to try and dislodge his oaf of a brother who just clamps his arms down harder over Dean’s to stop him from fidgeting
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Re: Filled - Not Movingthe_rant_girlMarch 18 2011, 23:26:18 UTC
...I...dude, I like don't even know what to say, you're too good to me, it's like you just fed my muse a mega tonne of sherbet LOL and aww, thank you so very, very much *gives you chocolate and flowers* lol MWA! <333
Fill Numero Duo......!the_rant_girlMarch 19 2011, 20:11:07 UTC
...because I'm a crazy person, lol, hope you like it
A series of creaks from the familiar shifting of weight, come from the other side of the room, though Dean keeps his eyes resolutely shut, it had been a long day, and he doesn’t want to rouse too far into consciousness now that he’s actually in bed. Besides he’s pretty sure it’s just Sam getting up to the bathroom, though he clutches his knife all the same. He tenses as his covers are pulled back before shuddering as the cool air hits him, screwing his eyes tight shut to keep them from flying open. This cannot be happening. And he shivers again for a completely different reason, “Sam!” he grumbles, though he immediately regrets it, he knows Sam’s finding it hard to adjust with the whole not knowing what he’s been up to for the last year and a half. Dean grips on tight to Sam’s wrist before he even thinks about leaving.
“Sam,” he says more gently and he doesn’t even get as far as asking the question
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*happily munches on chocolate* <33
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A series of creaks from the familiar shifting of weight, come from the other side of the room, though Dean keeps his eyes resolutely shut, it had been a long day, and he doesn’t want to rouse too far into consciousness now that he’s actually in bed. Besides he’s pretty sure it’s just Sam getting up to the bathroom, though he clutches his knife all the same. He tenses as his covers are pulled back before shuddering as the cool air hits him, screwing his eyes tight shut to keep them from flying open. This cannot be happening. And he shivers again for a completely different reason, “Sam!” he grumbles, though he immediately regrets it, he knows Sam’s finding it hard to adjust with the whole not knowing what he’s been up to for the last year and a half. Dean grips on tight to Sam’s wrist before he even thinks about leaving.
“Sam,” he says more gently and he doesn’t even get as far as asking the question ( ... )
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