I know I've been a bad fanfiction writer lately...never finishing any of the ones that are waiting for me to finish. So I decided, thanks to
mercscilla and
The Drabble-matic, to post a few drabbles from various fandoms of mine. I hope you enjoy and remember, feedback is love!
Title: The Battle For The Vampire
Author: Claudiasharon feat.
http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: What happens when a frog bites Sam? How will this affect Dean and Sam's relationship as brothers? As lovers?
Rating: PG-13, slight Wincest
A/N: I always knew Sam had something hiding in that long hair of his...
In the Metalicar, Dean stabbed his vampire. He had been busy with the vampire for hours and now wanted nothing more than a firm cuddle or a black massage from his lover Sam.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his light Sam appeared at the door, grinning deadly.
"Put down the vampire," Sam said repeatively. "Unless you want me to stab that vampire on your arm."
Dean put down the vampire. He was testy. He had never seen Sam so pouty before and it made him cold.
Sam picked up the vampire, then withdrew a demon from his hair. "Don't be so testy," Sam said with a pouty grimace. "A frog bit my leg this morning, and everything became rough. Now with this vampire and this demon I can repeatively rule the world!"
Dean clutched his soft leg manly. This was his lover, his light Sam, now staring at him with a pouty hair.
"Fight it!" Dean shouted. "The frog just wants the vampire for his own light devices! He doesn't love you, not the firm way I do!"
Dean could see Sam trembling manly. Dean reached out his arm and touched Sam's hair repeatively. He was light, so light, but he knew only his soft love for Sam would break the frog's spell.
Sure enough, Sam dropped the vampire with a thunk. "Oh, Dean," he squealed. "I'm so firm, can you ever forgive me?"
But Dean had already moved in the Metalicar. Like a gun that shoots salt., he pressed his arm into Sam's hair. And as they fell together in a rough fit of love, the vampire lay on the floor, cold and forgotten.
Hope you enjoyed those as much as I enjoyed writing them. ^_^
-Jack McWeir
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creative