THE DEAN/CAS/SAM LOVE MEME
OKAY THIS NEEDS TO BE HUGE GUISE BECAUSE I MEAN C'MON NOW
THE DEAN/CAS/SAM LOVE MEME
Now I was going to do just a Sassy Meme but honestly I miss Dean too and I mean I'm doing the D/C Big Bang so I figure Dean/Cas should be in there as well, and I won't hate on Wincest either because I know some people super dig it. SO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS
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THE DEAN/CAS/SAM LOVE MEME
Now I was going to do just a Sassy Meme but honestly I miss Dean too and I mean I'm doing the D/C Big Bang so I figure Dean/Cas should be in there as well, and I won't hate on Wincest either because I know some people super dig it. SO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS
IN THE ( Read more... )
Chuck has a brief space of time where he comforts himself with the fact that at least this is a regular dream, not a crazy angel-maybe-God-sanctioned sex dream about the characters in his books (except they aren't characters, not really). And then he realizes that he is having a dream where he is sitting at his kitchen table, across from a giant, anthropomorphized penis.
"Um," Chuck says, and, conveniently, there's a bottle of Cuervo and a conga line of shot glasses in front of him, so he focuses on that instead of, you know, giant cocks.
"You're seriously going to ignore me," the penis says. Chuck doesn't look at it. He doesn't want to know why it's talking, but, even more, he doesn't want to know how. "After everything we've been through together. I let you convince me to bang Cecily Murray, dude. I was scared I was gonna get the clap."
"Oh God," Chuck says. Because he remembers Cecily Murray. And he remembers waiting in the front room at the clinic, hands clasped defensively over his crotch, like everyone in there had had x-ray vision and had been able to see his shame. "You couldn't just be some random dick, could you?"
"When is anything ever random," the penis - Chuck's junk - says. It sounds philosophical. "Like, I don't think God would let you see your hot pseudo-characters fucking if he didn't want you to write it down somewhere. And, you know, if you happen to write it down in your spank journal, who's gonna care? Not like anyone's ever going to find it. That lockbox is pretty tough, dude."
Chuck slams down three shots in rapid succession. Maybe if he gets drunk fast enough, he'll be able to wake up.
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