New Ficlet!!! Oh Fandom You Fickle Mistress >D
Title: (Super!) Natural Remedy
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Wincest!)
Rating: PG-13
Description: Dean snores, Sam finds a way to shut him up… >D
Words: 868
Notes: *sniffles* Awwww, my first SPN drabble! *is proud* It’s always a special moment when you finish your first XD
---Sam---
Sam will stretch out on his bed and finally close his laptop only when the words he’s trying to read start to jump around the page, rearranging themselves just to annoy him. He will try and settle down as best he can given the situation he’s currently in. He tries not to think top hard on things though often times trying not to think brings on the queries that much stronger.
No matter how tired he is, an hour will pass… maybe more before he finally wears his mind out to the point of true exhaustion and will feel the first waves of true sleep pulling him deeper into the softness of the bed.
Without fail he will inevitably wake up before his body is ready to let go of it’s reprieve to the sound coming from the bed next to his. Snore’s that are sometimes hardly a whisper and other times it sounds like the wailing of a thousand souls in a satanic unison clawing their way out of a gravel pit.
It’s become just one more quirk among the many they share, another mannerism between them that’s about as far from normal as everything else in their lives. It’s not exactly like it was Sam’s first choice… obviously he’d tried other methods to stop his brother’s snoring… but rolling him over… placing drops of water in his mouth… shoving Q-tips up his nose…taping his mouth shut and ultimately trying to smother him with a pillow had all proven about as successful as trying to get Dean to do anything else he ever wanted him to do.
Sam found his remedy quite by accident one day as he hovered over Dean, just moments from choking him as it had been the 4th straight night in a row without decent sleep. Dean shifted unexpectedly a suddenly choked snore shook him even further and for the briefest moment he barely opened his eyes, blurry and still more asleep than awake he’d reached up, placing his hand on Sam’s face while mumbling something mostly intangible and gently pulled Sam down to kiss him.
Dean’s lips were strangely hot against Sam’s and his entire body flinched from the shock of it. It seemed like an eternity passed there, and as the surprise wore off Sam found himself caught in a moment where he pressed back, if only slightly. Dean’s hand falls back to his chest and Sam scrambles away, waiting for him to wake up and not having any idea what to say or do. It’s only after he absolutely HAS to breathe does he dare take a breath. It was several minutes later when he realized he hadn’t heard another peep out of him though there was the slightest bit of a smile on his face.
The first few times after that had been just as awkward but none the less Sam quickly learned how efficient the method was in getting the results he wanted.
So now, it was an old habit. A preemptive measure he told himself… a good night charm so to speak. He would lean over his brother and hold his hair back so it didn’t brush against Dean’s cheeks and he would kiss him. Always that same feeling would rush through him… like a rush of ice water and fire in his veins and his breath would fail him… and always… as he slid away… .that same smile left behind on Dean’s face.
He wasn’t even sure if Dean still snored or not… and after a while he forgot he’d ever done it for any other reason than to feel those lips against his in the first place.
---Dean---
He wasn’t sure when it started or why… All Dean knew was one night before Sam went to bed he’d turned the small bedside lamp out so that the only light in the room was the pale blue hue of his laptop screen. Dean had been nearly asleep but stirred awake by Sam moving around but only opened his eyes long enough to see Sam was going to bed and closed them again. There had been a strange silence that hovered in the air and Dean had just begun to wonder why when he felt the kiss. It was a dizzying sensation that made him feel as though he were falling. It took everything in him not to twitch or gasp at the feel of it. Though as Sam pulled away Dean found that even if it was ever so slightly, he tried to raise his head to stop him from leaving.
Every night since he’d pretended to be asleep… and every night since then Sam kissed him goodnight. He figured one day he would finally bring it up… open his eyes and smile at Sam and he would say something smart mouthy… he was pretty heart set on “I’m sorry but our princess is in another castle.”… yet, much to his chagrin it came to his mind all too quickly that by doing so it might end. Sam would be entirely too embarrassed to talk to him much less ever get near him like that again…
So Dean kept his mouth shut… and his eyes.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Wincest!)
Rating: PG-13
Description: Dean snores, Sam finds a way to shut him up… >D
Words: 868
Notes: *sniffles* Awwww, my first SPN drabble! *is proud* It’s always a special moment when you finish your first XD
---Sam---
Sam will stretch out on his bed and finally close his laptop only when the words he’s trying to read start to jump around the page, rearranging themselves just to annoy him. He will try and settle down as best he can given the situation he’s currently in. He tries not to think top hard on things though often times trying not to think brings on the queries that much stronger.
No matter how tired he is, an hour will pass… maybe more before he finally wears his mind out to the point of true exhaustion and will feel the first waves of true sleep pulling him deeper into the softness of the bed.
Without fail he will inevitably wake up before his body is ready to let go of it’s reprieve to the sound coming from the bed next to his. Snore’s that are sometimes hardly a whisper and other times it sounds like the wailing of a thousand souls in a satanic unison clawing their way out of a gravel pit.
It’s become just one more quirk among the many they share, another mannerism between them that’s about as far from normal as everything else in their lives. It’s not exactly like it was Sam’s first choice… obviously he’d tried other methods to stop his brother’s snoring… but rolling him over… placing drops of water in his mouth… shoving Q-tips up his nose…taping his mouth shut and ultimately trying to smother him with a pillow had all proven about as successful as trying to get Dean to do anything else he ever wanted him to do.
Sam found his remedy quite by accident one day as he hovered over Dean, just moments from choking him as it had been the 4th straight night in a row without decent sleep. Dean shifted unexpectedly a suddenly choked snore shook him even further and for the briefest moment he barely opened his eyes, blurry and still more asleep than awake he’d reached up, placing his hand on Sam’s face while mumbling something mostly intangible and gently pulled Sam down to kiss him.
Dean’s lips were strangely hot against Sam’s and his entire body flinched from the shock of it. It seemed like an eternity passed there, and as the surprise wore off Sam found himself caught in a moment where he pressed back, if only slightly. Dean’s hand falls back to his chest and Sam scrambles away, waiting for him to wake up and not having any idea what to say or do. It’s only after he absolutely HAS to breathe does he dare take a breath. It was several minutes later when he realized he hadn’t heard another peep out of him though there was the slightest bit of a smile on his face.
The first few times after that had been just as awkward but none the less Sam quickly learned how efficient the method was in getting the results he wanted.
So now, it was an old habit. A preemptive measure he told himself… a good night charm so to speak. He would lean over his brother and hold his hair back so it didn’t brush against Dean’s cheeks and he would kiss him. Always that same feeling would rush through him… like a rush of ice water and fire in his veins and his breath would fail him… and always… as he slid away… .that same smile left behind on Dean’s face.
He wasn’t even sure if Dean still snored or not… and after a while he forgot he’d ever done it for any other reason than to feel those lips against his in the first place.
---Dean---
He wasn’t sure when it started or why… All Dean knew was one night before Sam went to bed he’d turned the small bedside lamp out so that the only light in the room was the pale blue hue of his laptop screen. Dean had been nearly asleep but stirred awake by Sam moving around but only opened his eyes long enough to see Sam was going to bed and closed them again. There had been a strange silence that hovered in the air and Dean had just begun to wonder why when he felt the kiss. It was a dizzying sensation that made him feel as though he were falling. It took everything in him not to twitch or gasp at the feel of it. Though as Sam pulled away Dean found that even if it was ever so slightly, he tried to raise his head to stop him from leaving.
Every night since he’d pretended to be asleep… and every night since then Sam kissed him goodnight. He figured one day he would finally bring it up… open his eyes and smile at Sam and he would say something smart mouthy… he was pretty heart set on “I’m sorry but our princess is in another castle.”… yet, much to his chagrin it came to his mind all too quickly that by doing so it might end. Sam would be entirely too embarrassed to talk to him much less ever get near him like that again…
So Dean kept his mouth shut… and his eyes.