Assorted drabbles: SPN, SPN RPS and SPN/Heroes
So I was bored today and posted over here asking for drabble prompts.
For heidi8 - Heroes/SPN Crossover
God knows they had enough in common already. The powers and the fact they both felt like freaks most of the time. The older brother thing, which was totally inappropriate and Peter didn’t want to admit that he gets the same look in his eyes for Nathan as Sam does for Dean.
It’s different now. Now the single thing that draws the two of them together is the fact that they’ve both tasted their own blood, both stopped breathing for far too long. It makes this, the sex and the need and the want, more important than it’s ever been.
For amara_m - Sam/Dean, he was furious
Sam’s jaw is set and he’s breathing hard and Dean knows this is the kind of angry Sam only gets like once a year.
“You’d better watch out, boy, the stress’ll kill ya.”
“Fuck you.” Sam spits at him, gripping his arms tight. “A whole day gone. No phone call, nothing. What the fuck is wrong with you, Dean?”
Dean laughs and it sounds hollow. “Little late to start getting all jealous housewife, don’t you think?"
“A whole day, Dean.”
Dean looks at Sam then and he knows. Knows Sam’s keeping an eye on that fucking calendar, on that ticking clock.
For wendy - Jared/Jensen, sunshine
Jensen’s always loved summer the best of all. Summer is rest and recuperation and leaving Dean and his catalogue of issues back in Vancouver. Summer is home and long, lazy afternoons in the sun. It’s barbeque and mainlining Amstel and sleeping in far too long.
This year, summer is all of that, but it’s also sweat and heat that has nothing to do with the weather. It’s Jared underneath him, muscles shuddering as Jensen touches and kisses and bites. Jared always talks too much and here, now, he murmurs words that in the morning, they’ll both pretend he didn’t say.
and a sequel drabble because Wendy asked
Jensen prefers to act rather than talk about things. Jared knows that.
When they argue, Jared knows that Jensen turning up with a sixer and a packet of Doritos means ‘I’m sorry.’ Jared always knows when Jensen feels really bad because he kisses longer, sweeter. Jensen kisses Jared breathless because when Jensen’s kissing Jared, they don’t have to talk about anything at all.
Which is why when Jensen tries to talk, when he says, “Jared. I.” Jared just smiles and says,
“I know you do, you damn idiot.”
Jared kisses Jensen, swallows his words and rides him, slow and lazy.
for albydarned - Sam/vamp!Dean, turning
You know straight away it isn’t him. He’s different, dangerous but you don’t stop him. You don’t push him away when he pins you to the wall and licks your neck, sucking hard on the carotid.
“I can smell it you know,” Dean, it, murmurs against your skin, “how much you want this. You do want it, don’t you, Sammy?”
You don’t know why, but you nod and tilt your head away, baring more, tempting him.
His teeth slice into you and it’s horrible, it hurts and you want to scream, but you can’t even form sound as you fall.
for pau494 - Jensen/Jared, bodyswap
Jared has a scar on the inside of his left thigh. It’s barely noticeable to anyone else, but Jensen knows it’s there because Jared knows it is.
There are other things Jensen knows now. Knows how Jared’s teeth feel, slicing into his bottom lip, knows how Jared’s hands feel against his own skin and how Jared’s own fist feels when wrapped around Jared’s cock.
More than that, he knows how Jared feels when Jensen’s tongue is inside him, how crazy it makes him when Jensen spreads him wide and fucks him like that, fingers and tongue, relentlessly driving into him.
for without_me - Sam/Dean, spoon
Dean ‘doesn’t cuddle’. Sam has heard him say it so many times it’s like a mantra, but that doesn’t make it true. Doesn’t stop Dean from moving in close behind Sam, moulding himself against Sam’s body, like they fit together.
Sam turns his head and smirks. Dean’s eyes narrow and Sam ignores his redundant protest, “I’m cold, you little bitch. Doesn’t mean anything.”
Dean would rather cut off his left ball than admit it but Sam thinks it’s about time Dean stops lying to himself and owns up to the fact that deep-down he’s the biggest sap Sam’s ever known.
For heidi8 - Heroes/SPN Crossover
God knows they had enough in common already. The powers and the fact they both felt like freaks most of the time. The older brother thing, which was totally inappropriate and Peter didn’t want to admit that he gets the same look in his eyes for Nathan as Sam does for Dean.
It’s different now. Now the single thing that draws the two of them together is the fact that they’ve both tasted their own blood, both stopped breathing for far too long. It makes this, the sex and the need and the want, more important than it’s ever been.
For amara_m - Sam/Dean, he was furious
Sam’s jaw is set and he’s breathing hard and Dean knows this is the kind of angry Sam only gets like once a year.
“You’d better watch out, boy, the stress’ll kill ya.”
“Fuck you.” Sam spits at him, gripping his arms tight. “A whole day gone. No phone call, nothing. What the fuck is wrong with you, Dean?”
Dean laughs and it sounds hollow. “Little late to start getting all jealous housewife, don’t you think?"
“A whole day, Dean.”
Dean looks at Sam then and he knows. Knows Sam’s keeping an eye on that fucking calendar, on that ticking clock.
For wendy - Jared/Jensen, sunshine
Jensen’s always loved summer the best of all. Summer is rest and recuperation and leaving Dean and his catalogue of issues back in Vancouver. Summer is home and long, lazy afternoons in the sun. It’s barbeque and mainlining Amstel and sleeping in far too long.
This year, summer is all of that, but it’s also sweat and heat that has nothing to do with the weather. It’s Jared underneath him, muscles shuddering as Jensen touches and kisses and bites. Jared always talks too much and here, now, he murmurs words that in the morning, they’ll both pretend he didn’t say.
and a sequel drabble because Wendy asked
Jensen prefers to act rather than talk about things. Jared knows that.
When they argue, Jared knows that Jensen turning up with a sixer and a packet of Doritos means ‘I’m sorry.’ Jared always knows when Jensen feels really bad because he kisses longer, sweeter. Jensen kisses Jared breathless because when Jensen’s kissing Jared, they don’t have to talk about anything at all.
Which is why when Jensen tries to talk, when he says, “Jared. I.” Jared just smiles and says,
“I know you do, you damn idiot.”
Jared kisses Jensen, swallows his words and rides him, slow and lazy.
for albydarned - Sam/vamp!Dean, turning
You know straight away it isn’t him. He’s different, dangerous but you don’t stop him. You don’t push him away when he pins you to the wall and licks your neck, sucking hard on the carotid.
“I can smell it you know,” Dean, it, murmurs against your skin, “how much you want this. You do want it, don’t you, Sammy?”
You don’t know why, but you nod and tilt your head away, baring more, tempting him.
His teeth slice into you and it’s horrible, it hurts and you want to scream, but you can’t even form sound as you fall.
for pau494 - Jensen/Jared, bodyswap
Jared has a scar on the inside of his left thigh. It’s barely noticeable to anyone else, but Jensen knows it’s there because Jared knows it is.
There are other things Jensen knows now. Knows how Jared’s teeth feel, slicing into his bottom lip, knows how Jared’s hands feel against his own skin and how Jared’s own fist feels when wrapped around Jared’s cock.
More than that, he knows how Jared feels when Jensen’s tongue is inside him, how crazy it makes him when Jensen spreads him wide and fucks him like that, fingers and tongue, relentlessly driving into him.
for without_me - Sam/Dean, spoon
Dean ‘doesn’t cuddle’. Sam has heard him say it so many times it’s like a mantra, but that doesn’t make it true. Doesn’t stop Dean from moving in close behind Sam, moulding himself against Sam’s body, like they fit together.
Sam turns his head and smirks. Dean’s eyes narrow and Sam ignores his redundant protest, “I’m cold, you little bitch. Doesn’t mean anything.”
Dean would rather cut off his left ball than admit it but Sam thinks it’s about time Dean stops lying to himself and owns up to the fact that deep-down he’s the biggest sap Sam’s ever known.