SPN: Variety is the Spice of Life
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: Genderswitch (kind of), incest, sex
Rating: R
Summary: Dean knows what he'd do if he got turned into a girl. For comment_fic.
"This is the weirdest case ever," Dean says, and Sam really can't argue with him there. "I mean, listen to this. 'Fifteen year old boy is hottest girl in the school'? Who comes up with these headlines? This guy sounds pretty happy about his sex change, though."
"Not all of them are," Sam says, pawing through his pile of clippings. That manoeuvre is made more difficult than it needs to be by Dean's weight against him, Dean's arm around him, but he kind of doesn't mind. "I don't know how we didn't spot this one before, this girl's been a guy for two years now and, quote, hates every minute of it. Got bullied in school, let her grades slip, got beaten by her step-dad for becoming a freak..."
"What would you do?"
"Huh?"
"If this happened to you."
There's a look in Dean's eyes that Sam doesn't quite like. "What would you do? Wait -- do I want to know?"
Dean doesn't even bother trying to hide his grin. "I'd experiment, of course. I'd figure out what did it and kick ass in the end, but the first thing I'd do would be test it out. I mean, come on, girl's bodies are awesome. And it'd be fun to tease you."
"Tease me?"
"Yeah." Dean sprawls out more, taking up more than his fair share of space. Normally Sam would argue, but there's something in Dean's face that makes his mouth dry up and he guesses what comes next is gonna be good. Dean grins up at him. "I'd dress up really slutty. Really short skirt, high heels, skimpy top. I'd have an awesome body, you know. My tits'd probably be a bit small, but they'd be enough, you know? There'd be something going on. And you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off me. I'd tease you all day, maybe sit in your lap, touch you all the time. Whisper inappropriate things in your ear in public. I know just how to drive you crazy, after all. I'd get so wet, doing it, get my panties all wet, but I'd hold out and tease you so you'd want me so bad it hurt."
Sam doesn't quite know how to breathe at that thought, that image. He looks down at Dean, wants to glare at him for the smirk, but he can't. He kisses Dean hard, wordless, bites and pushes against him, rolling on top of him.
"Fucking tease," he half-growls, and Dean just grins more, tipping his head back to offer his throat up for kisses, for bites. Sam obliges.
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: Genderswitch (kind of), incest, sex
Rating: R
Summary: Dean knows what he'd do if he got turned into a girl. For comment_fic.
"This is the weirdest case ever," Dean says, and Sam really can't argue with him there. "I mean, listen to this. 'Fifteen year old boy is hottest girl in the school'? Who comes up with these headlines? This guy sounds pretty happy about his sex change, though."
"Not all of them are," Sam says, pawing through his pile of clippings. That manoeuvre is made more difficult than it needs to be by Dean's weight against him, Dean's arm around him, but he kind of doesn't mind. "I don't know how we didn't spot this one before, this girl's been a guy for two years now and, quote, hates every minute of it. Got bullied in school, let her grades slip, got beaten by her step-dad for becoming a freak..."
"What would you do?"
"Huh?"
"If this happened to you."
There's a look in Dean's eyes that Sam doesn't quite like. "What would you do? Wait -- do I want to know?"
Dean doesn't even bother trying to hide his grin. "I'd experiment, of course. I'd figure out what did it and kick ass in the end, but the first thing I'd do would be test it out. I mean, come on, girl's bodies are awesome. And it'd be fun to tease you."
"Tease me?"
"Yeah." Dean sprawls out more, taking up more than his fair share of space. Normally Sam would argue, but there's something in Dean's face that makes his mouth dry up and he guesses what comes next is gonna be good. Dean grins up at him. "I'd dress up really slutty. Really short skirt, high heels, skimpy top. I'd have an awesome body, you know. My tits'd probably be a bit small, but they'd be enough, you know? There'd be something going on. And you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off me. I'd tease you all day, maybe sit in your lap, touch you all the time. Whisper inappropriate things in your ear in public. I know just how to drive you crazy, after all. I'd get so wet, doing it, get my panties all wet, but I'd hold out and tease you so you'd want me so bad it hurt."
Sam doesn't quite know how to breathe at that thought, that image. He looks down at Dean, wants to glare at him for the smirk, but he can't. He kisses Dean hard, wordless, bites and pushes against him, rolling on top of him.
"Fucking tease," he half-growls, and Dean just grins more, tipping his head back to offer his throat up for kisses, for bites. Sam obliges.