PixCT: 02.18
It's that time again...
Fic
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
~500 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
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Today
DruCT: 02.18
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~500 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
The snow is past the tops of his boots when he walks down the covered sidewalk to the bridge overlooking the river. Below, the water flows slowly, large chunks of ice covering its black winter waters, and Dean leans over, holding onto the railing with both hands. The snow is so cold it burns his skin, and he hangs on for only a moment longer before shoving his fists into his pockets to let the snow melt there.
Under the weight of the snow, the wooden planks of the bridge creak, swaying timidly back and forth. There are other footprints in the snow, people who braved the snow’s depth to walk through the park and cross the bridge to the city on the other side of the river. But, for now, there is no one here but Dean. Just Dean, listening to the groan of the bridge and the wind rustle through the dead leaves on the tree.
He should be getting back, he knows. He needs to get on the road, onward to the coordinates that Dad sent him for the next hunt. Plus, if this town is any indication of the weather conditions, it’s going to take Dean longer than he had originally planned to get through the snowy roads.
But, he lingers, remembering times passed, moments shared with Sam. It’s bittersweet to remember Sam now. Sam, who is on the other side of the country, studying in a big, expensive college and pretending to be someone he’s really not. At least, someone Dean could never see him truthfully becoming.
Years ago, Dean remembers, they lived in this town for a month or so, and he and Sam used to come to the bridge. They sat on the bridge and poked their legs through the railing to dangle their feet over the water. Sometimes, they brought a snack to eat. Sometimes, they talked about any and everything, and other times, they said nothing at all. There were the times that they kissed above the river, and the times that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, touching lips and tongues, chests and cocks, legs and arms.
Now, though, these are times long passed. Dean wonders if they’ll ever share such moments together again or if Sam really will claim his prize for an apple-pie life out in California. Dean doesn't know for sure if he wants Sam to have that kind of life and leave him behind. Dean knows that he does want Sam to be happy.
Starting to feel the chill through him, Dean at last turns away, pushing through the thick snow. After all, the road is waiting for him, and if he’s feeling nostalgic and luck is with him, perhaps the road will lead him all the way to California for a quick glimpse at moments past.
End
Fic
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
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Today
DruCT: 02.18
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~500 words
- - - - -
Pix's Pic Pick
The snow is past the tops of his boots when he walks down the covered sidewalk to the bridge overlooking the river. Below, the water flows slowly, large chunks of ice covering its black winter waters, and Dean leans over, holding onto the railing with both hands. The snow is so cold it burns his skin, and he hangs on for only a moment longer before shoving his fists into his pockets to let the snow melt there.
Under the weight of the snow, the wooden planks of the bridge creak, swaying timidly back and forth. There are other footprints in the snow, people who braved the snow’s depth to walk through the park and cross the bridge to the city on the other side of the river. But, for now, there is no one here but Dean. Just Dean, listening to the groan of the bridge and the wind rustle through the dead leaves on the tree.
He should be getting back, he knows. He needs to get on the road, onward to the coordinates that Dad sent him for the next hunt. Plus, if this town is any indication of the weather conditions, it’s going to take Dean longer than he had originally planned to get through the snowy roads.
But, he lingers, remembering times passed, moments shared with Sam. It’s bittersweet to remember Sam now. Sam, who is on the other side of the country, studying in a big, expensive college and pretending to be someone he’s really not. At least, someone Dean could never see him truthfully becoming.
Years ago, Dean remembers, they lived in this town for a month or so, and he and Sam used to come to the bridge. They sat on the bridge and poked their legs through the railing to dangle their feet over the water. Sometimes, they brought a snack to eat. Sometimes, they talked about any and everything, and other times, they said nothing at all. There were the times that they kissed above the river, and the times that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, touching lips and tongues, chests and cocks, legs and arms.
Now, though, these are times long passed. Dean wonders if they’ll ever share such moments together again or if Sam really will claim his prize for an apple-pie life out in California. Dean doesn't know for sure if he wants Sam to have that kind of life and leave him behind. Dean knows that he does want Sam to be happy.
Starting to feel the chill through him, Dean at last turns away, pushing through the thick snow. After all, the road is waiting for him, and if he’s feeling nostalgic and luck is with him, perhaps the road will lead him all the way to California for a quick glimpse at moments past.
End