Sam's breath hitches when Dean gets home, blood soaking through his jeans.
"I can't reach it," Dean explains rightaway, pulling the jeans off and sitting on the edge of the bed. In nothing but boxers, he opens his legs so that Sam can see a deep cut high up on his thigh. "Do you think you can handle this one?"
Sam's patched up worse. But why did it have to be there?
Just focus. Sam thinks. Focus or you'll hurt Dean. Focus or you'll do something you regret.
His fingers tremble. He should be steadying himself with his left hand, but if he does that, he'll be touching too close. It's torture enough just having his face here. Here where it doesn't belong. God, but it feels like it does.
"Dude, if you can't patch it up, I'll call dad or something."
The suggestion terrifies Sam. If Dad comes home, Sam will lose this. This perfect excuse to be inches away from that part of Dean he wants to know so badly. His fingers work the stiches into his brother mechanically, but his fingers linger, touch too much on his brother's thigh. Sam's mouth waters.
"Sam, you should let me call dad."
"I'm almost done and I'm doing fine."
"It's not you I'm worried about," Dean says sadly. Sam lifts his eyes and sees something dark and heavy in his brother's expression. Then his eyes dart down, back to where Sam's fingers have been straying. Sam isn't the only one turned on by it.
"I'm sorry, Sammy." It's all Dean has time to whimper before Sam's mouth renders him speechless.
I can't write ANYTHING, so I am totally envious of you! :P I'm in a rut of not being able to write! And you write these amazing drabbles in so little time! You're a genius!
Write something! Seriously, just start writing and it'll flow. I always worry about writer's block for months and then as soon as I really sit myself down and force a few words out it's smooth sailing!
"I can't reach it," Dean explains rightaway, pulling the jeans off and sitting on the edge of the bed. In nothing but boxers, he opens his legs so that Sam can see a deep cut high up on his thigh. "Do you think you can handle this one?"
Sam's patched up worse. But why did it have to be there?
Just focus. Sam thinks. Focus or you'll hurt Dean. Focus or you'll do something you regret.
His fingers tremble. He should be steadying himself with his left hand, but if he does that, he'll be touching too close. It's torture enough just having his face here. Here where it doesn't belong. God, but it feels like it does.
"Dude, if you can't patch it up, I'll call dad or something."
The suggestion terrifies Sam. If Dad comes home, Sam will lose this. This perfect excuse to be inches away from that part of Dean he wants to know so badly. His fingers work the stiches into his brother mechanically, but his fingers linger, touch too much on his brother's thigh. Sam's mouth waters.
"Sam, you should let me call dad."
"I'm almost done and I'm doing fine."
"It's not you I'm worried about," Dean says sadly. Sam lifts his eyes and sees something dark and heavy in his brother's expression. Then his eyes dart down, back to where Sam's fingers have been straying. Sam isn't the only one turned on by it.
"I'm sorry, Sammy." It's all Dean has time to whimper before Sam's mouth renders him speechless.
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I am in awe of your talent! This is lovely!
"I'm sorry, Sammy." It's all Dean has time to whimper before Sam's mouth renders him speechless.
THIS! God, I could just picture it all wonderfully! You're killing me! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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I can't write more because I have to be productive.
*repeats this until she believes it*
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Write something! Seriously, just start writing and it'll flow. I always worry about writer's block for months and then as soon as I really sit myself down and force a few words out it's smooth sailing!
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I just suck right now at writing. You are so awesome though and I love you for participating in this! \o/
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This way is just perfect. :D
Also? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH. *iz ded*
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