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[setissma]

Fandom, you are having a bad week again. I get that sometimes this happens, you know! Nothing goes right! Everyone is cranky! Life is sad. That's why, clearly, we need to have another pick-me-up, where everyone helps make everyone else's day a little better.

Therefore - this post is devoted to SPN and J2 drabbles and comment fic!

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[javajunkie13]

“This is all your fault,” Sam says for the fifth time.

Dean’s pretty sure the accusation is completely unfair. He’s knows he told Sam not to touch that feather, in fact, he told Sam not to touch anything in the whole goddamn house. Just because Sam’s never learned how to ignore a triple dog dare is no reason to hold Dean responsible.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, because, really, it could have been a lot worse. “Calm down, Tinkerbell.”

Sam makes an angry noise in the back of his throat and knocks over a lamp when his left wing twitches out.

The wings aren’t so bad. They look smaller than they are, dwarfed by Sam’s height, but they stretch out to about eight feet wide when Sam doesn’t manage to keep them folded up. They’re covered in inky black feathers that keep falling out all over the room. Dean’s pretty sure his brother is molting.

He runs a finger down the edge of one of them and Sam twitches, Dean can feel the muscles and bones moving, shifting under his hand. He’s still a little amazed at how soft the feathers are. He drags his hand down the back of the wing, right next to where it disappears into Sam’s back, and Sam sucks in a sharp breath.

Dean frowns and pulls his hand back. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” Sam says tightly and tries to move away.

Oh. Oh. Dean grins. “Sammy,” he says, impressed, his brother’s always been kinkier than Dean gave him credit for, and runs a hand down the broad side of one of the wings.

Sam knocks the second lamp over in his scramble to get away. “Stay away from me,” he snaps when Dean starts to follow.

And yeah, maybe it’s a little fucked up, okay a lot fucked up, but Dean tends to think they crossed that line a couple miles back. “Aw, come on, Sammy. Might as well have a little fun.”

“I hate you so much,” he says and manages to stalk into the bathroom, only catching his wings on the door frame three times.

[oxoniensis]

THAT'S PERFECT!!! And what I wanted most of all was Dean stroking the wings and Sam reluctantly turned on by it! Thank you so much! ♥

[pesha]

I am so entirely amused by the idea of Sam being irritably turned on and Dean scoffing at his attempts to get away into the sanctuary of the bathroom. It's great fun.