#40 - mistake - Supernatural Dean Winchester
Title: Jeff Foxworthy Song
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 40 - mistake
Word Count: 230
Rating: R
Summary: Dean enters the motel humming a tune.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Notes: Warnings: slash, incest
“What are you singing?” Sam looked up from the computer when Dean walked in the door.
“Some Jeff Foxworthy Christmas song,” Dean replied as he bent to untie his boots. “The Ten Days of Christmas?”
“Twelve Days of Christmas,” Sam corrected. “There’s also that Ten Point Buck song.”
“Yeah, must have combined the two. They had the Christmas one on the jukebox at the bar.”
“They did?”
“Yep. Just shows how far away from civilization we really are. Got that tune stuck in my head now.”
“It was a funny video.”
Dean scrunched his eyebrows together. “I don’t think I remember that one.”
“You probably haven’t seen it. It’s not on the porn network.”
Boots off, Dean sighed as he slouched back in the chair. “Just having the song in my brain is bad enough. Don’t think I need any visuals.”
“Poor Dean,” Sam went to stand behind Dean. He rubbed his brother’s shoulders and kissed his head. “Did the rednecks traumatize you?” he teased.
“I can bring you back there.”
“No, I was waiting for you to return. Had some plans of my own I thought you’d want to follow through on.”
“What plans?”
“Well, it starts like,” Sam gave Dean a kiss, “this, and then goes on from there.”
“I think I like that plan.”
“I knew you would.” Sam smirked as he led Dean to the bed.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Dean
Prompt: 40 - mistake
Word Count: 230
Rating: R
Summary: Dean enters the motel humming a tune.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Notes: Warnings: slash, incest
“What are you singing?” Sam looked up from the computer when Dean walked in the door.
“Some Jeff Foxworthy Christmas song,” Dean replied as he bent to untie his boots. “The Ten Days of Christmas?”
“Twelve Days of Christmas,” Sam corrected. “There’s also that Ten Point Buck song.”
“Yeah, must have combined the two. They had the Christmas one on the jukebox at the bar.”
“They did?”
“Yep. Just shows how far away from civilization we really are. Got that tune stuck in my head now.”
“It was a funny video.”
Dean scrunched his eyebrows together. “I don’t think I remember that one.”
“You probably haven’t seen it. It’s not on the porn network.”
Boots off, Dean sighed as he slouched back in the chair. “Just having the song in my brain is bad enough. Don’t think I need any visuals.”
“Poor Dean,” Sam went to stand behind Dean. He rubbed his brother’s shoulders and kissed his head. “Did the rednecks traumatize you?” he teased.
“I can bring you back there.”
“No, I was waiting for you to return. Had some plans of my own I thought you’d want to follow through on.”
“What plans?”
“Well, it starts like,” Sam gave Dean a kiss, “this, and then goes on from there.”
“I think I like that plan.”
“I knew you would.” Sam smirked as he led Dean to the bed.