comment fic meme!
Following the results of the poll we took last month (don't make it easy on us or anything, guys, haha!), we've decided to hold a comment fic meme once every three months. This gives everyone time to write and prompt to their heart's content, and allows us mods to keep up with y'all. And we're starting right now!
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“Got something to say, dude, just say it.”
“It’s fucking nasty, Sam. You think I don’t know about you and your 14 year old sneaking around cigarette-thing, but I do. I thought it was just like everything else, you against the world, I’ll do what I want teenage rebellion phases. Clearly, I was mistaken.”
“Fuck, Dean, I don’t light up in our room, do I? I go outside, even if it’s fucking freezing and it’s my room too, I think I’m being more than respectful of your comfort, Mr. I Can Dig Up Graves And Behead Vampires But Don’t Subject Me To A Whiff Of A Cigarette”, Sam replied, righteously indignant, and, as usual, thinking only of his own discomfort.
“Whatever, Sam. Keep right on, you’re an adult, do what you want.”
And that was that.
Other than a couple of snide comments and rolled eyes, Dean kept his mouth shut for a good long time.
Until a hunt in Nebraska when it took too long for Sam to get to his brother, who was being knocked around by an angry spirit, because his lungs seized up after three minutes of top-speed running. He did get there in time to save his brother, but both of them knew why Sam wasn’t at his best as far as cardiovascular activity was concerned.
Sam did everything he could to help Dean recover from the broken ribs and the hard knock he’d taken to his head for the next couple of days. He insisted that motels wouldn’t cut it, and they needed to lay low at Bobby’s for just a little while, and he drove them there with Dean sprawled across the back seat of the car. He stayed next to his brother, patched him up, held an ice pack to the knot on his temple and brought him food, hovered, made sure Dean didn’t have any injury that was severe or permanent.
But even after they got to the safety of the salvage yard, once Dean had fallen asleep for the night, Sam slunk past Bobby’s nasty glare onto the front porch and lit up a Camel. He was going to quit. Really, he was. Once Dean got better. A couple more days, maybe.
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-Ha, this is what I say to myself when I think about quitting! Well, aside from the 'Once Dean got better bit', of course, 'cause that would be kind of strange. "Maybe I'll do it next month..." and it never happens. *sigh*
I have a huge smoking!Sam kink too, and there's really just not enough out there. So glad you wrote this!
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