Filled: Stuck In the Mud [1/4]dragonspellNovember 11 2010, 22:06:23 UTC
I hope porn's okay? ^^ And if there's any "mudd" instead of "mud" in here, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me...
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“I just want you to know, this isn’t my fault.” Sam stops pushing for a minute to try and catch Dean’s eye. He keeps his hands on the back end of the Impala, even though it’s useless to be even trying to push anyway, no matter what Dean says. The Impala is most definitely not going anywhere.
“Shut up and push,” Dean grunts and Sam rolls his eyes. Dean’s in a full-on lean on the other side, shoving against the back driver’s side corner of the Impala, his heels digging into the mud as he slowly sinks into the bog that is supposed to be a road.
With a tone like that… “No,” Sam replies, standing up straight and crossing his arms.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Dean snaps. “I said push, Sam! So fucking push!” Dean’s pissed off. He has every right to be pissed off: he hadn’t wanted to take this road in the first place. Then again, the only reason why he’d wanted to stay on the interstate even though it
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Filled: [Sam/Dean] Stuck In the Mud [2/4]dragonspellNovember 11 2010, 22:08:07 UTC
For about four seconds, it’s the funniest thing that Sam’s ever seen in his life. Dean squawks as his hands slip free and he doesn’t have anything to catch himself on. He turns himself around just in time but he still ends up on his ass in the middle of the mud. His hands sink into the mud as his jaw drops and it takes him a few beats to understand what just happened.
Sam’s mistake was starting to laugh.
A low growl was Sam’s only warning before mud slaps against his chest, splattering across his shirt. “Oh, it’s on, bitch,” Dean says, hauling himself up onto his knees because once you’re already in the mud, there’s no sense in trying to keep clean.
Unlike the plan to push the Impala out of a sinkhole, Sam’s in complete agreement with Dean on this one. This was his last clean shirt, damn it. He’d been hoping to at least get another day out of it. “Jerk,” Sam snarls and Dean’s already scooping up his next missile but Sam’s got him beat because once you’re already in the mud, there’s no sense in trying to keep clean.Sam hurls
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Filled: [Sam/Dean] Stuck In the Mud [3/4]dragonspellNovember 11 2010, 22:08:47 UTC
The ground’s still cold beneath Sam’s back and he’s pretty sure that none of this is sanitary-he doesn’t even want to think about the places that he’s going to be scraping mud out of later-but Sam still can’t bring himself to care. His hands trail down the front of Dean’s shirt, smoothing the dirt-smeared fabric against Dean’s chest and belly before he’s tugging at Dean’s belt. “God, yeah,” Dean mutters, breaking the kiss just long enough to check his own hands as they unbuckle Sam’s belt. Sam yanks at the buckle, nearly pulling Dean off-balance before Dean starts helping him, fingers deftly pulling the last few inches of leather free from the loop. Sam’s attention turns to the fly of Dean’s jeans, his hands having an easier time with it. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he’s in, his palm flattening against Dean’s groin and pushing the zipper down as he slides to Dean’s dick. Dean hisses as Sam grabs a hold of him and his own hand is shoving into Sam’s pants-rougher and with less finesse than he usually has. It’s exactly
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pre-series s/d -- dean's checking in on sam at stanford and catches the university version of spring: bikinis on the squad. dean at his finest. he'd probably turn dumb enough to somehow blow his own cover, i.e. trying to be surreptitious, but hitting on a girl and plopping down next to her, right in the open so that sam spots him immediately when coming out of a class.
Filled 1/2; pre-series gen; sam & deangrace_fullyNovember 11 2010, 16:29:36 UTC
When Sam slips off the dock and into the water, it's nearly silent. A curl of water slaps against his biceps and then settles around him, content. He dips his mouth down to the surface to taste clear cold lake water; plants a foot against an algae-slick support beam and shoves off, opening his wingspan and pulling himself out into the depths
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Filled 2/2; pre-series gen; sam & deangrace_fullyNovember 11 2010, 16:30:05 UTC
When he gets to the dock, Dean's face is staring down at him angrily. He kicks water in Sam's face for even questioning him. Sam winces and glares right back, tense, annoyed, and they're right back to fighting over Sam's bag while he tried to hitch to California and Dean tried to force him into the Impala.
"It's good to see you," Sam says quietly, surrendering honesty.
Dean's features smooth over into agreement and he nods. Sam wants to ask, How you been? but he doesn't want to hear about the road; it'll make him sick for home. He knows Dean wants to ask, too, but doesn't want to hear about a life Sam has that doesn't include him.
"You're a shit swimmer," Dean finally says. "No form."
"Tell that to the loser who taught me," Sam says, smirking.
"Now there was an exemplary swimmer. Effortless, that guy. Like a fish."
"And now he sits on the shore, afraid to get his fuckin' hair wet."
Dean narrows his eyes at the challenge, and seriously, Sam thinks. Four years and Dean still rises to the bait. So regular he could set his own
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Re: Filled 2/2; pre-series gen; sam & deanoxoniensisNovember 11 2010, 17:02:14 UTC
Wonderful! You've really captured that time period, and the way the two of them were back then, prickly but able to effortlessly fall into being brothers again. Thank you for filling my prompt! :-)
Filled - Snow DayweestaNovember 12 2010, 02:59:01 UTC
The concept of “snow day” was alien to a guy who grew up in Texas, but filming in Vancouver brought new meaning to the phrase. Jensen teased him about acting like such a kid - compulsively watching the Weather Channel, throwing ice cubes in the toilet, wearing his pajamas inside out (which was a trick since Jared wasn’t normally a pajama wearing kind of guy) - but he couldn’t help it. Yes, they had scheduled time off, but those days were also heavily planned out. But a snow day…it was like a gift from above.
Waiting to get the call was torturous for Jared. They were supposed to be shooting in the morning to get the most of the weak, winter sunlight. But the storm that was encroaching looked like it was going to cause trouble. In order for the day to be called it would have to start heavily snowing well before the 6 a.m. call, and by the time Jared crawled into bed close to midnight only a few light flurries had dusted their doorstep
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Re: Filled - Snow Daygrace_fullyNovember 12 2010, 12:46:04 UTC
those days were also heavily planned out. But a snow day…it was like a gift from above.
AW AW AWWW this is exactly how it feels, i love it. thanks for the fill, this is what i will mentally come back to when i'm shoveling my car out of my driveway XD
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boys pissed and angry and covered in mud. ANNND GO.
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“I just want you to know, this isn’t my fault.” Sam stops pushing for a minute to try and catch Dean’s eye. He keeps his hands on the back end of the Impala, even though it’s useless to be even trying to push anyway, no matter what Dean says. The Impala is most definitely not going anywhere.
“Shut up and push,” Dean grunts and Sam rolls his eyes. Dean’s in a full-on lean on the other side, shoving against the back driver’s side corner of the Impala, his heels digging into the mud as he slowly sinks into the bog that is supposed to be a road.
With a tone like that… “No,” Sam replies, standing up straight and crossing his arms.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Dean snaps. “I said push, Sam! So fucking push!” Dean’s pissed off. He has every right to be pissed off: he hadn’t wanted to take this road in the first place. Then again, the only reason why he’d wanted to stay on the interstate even though it ( ... )
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Sam’s mistake was starting to laugh.
A low growl was Sam’s only warning before mud slaps against his chest, splattering across his shirt. “Oh, it’s on, bitch,” Dean says, hauling himself up onto his knees because once you’re already in the mud, there’s no sense in trying to keep clean.
Unlike the plan to push the Impala out of a sinkhole, Sam’s in complete agreement with Dean on this one. This was his last clean shirt, damn it. He’d been hoping to at least get another day out of it. “Jerk,” Sam snarls and Dean’s already scooping up his next missile but Sam’s got him beat because once you’re already in the mud, there’s no sense in trying to keep clean.Sam hurls ( ... )
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"It's good to see you," Sam says quietly, surrendering honesty.
Dean's features smooth over into agreement and he nods. Sam wants to ask, How you been? but he doesn't want to hear about the road; it'll make him sick for home. He knows Dean wants to ask, too, but doesn't want to hear about a life Sam has that doesn't include him.
"You're a shit swimmer," Dean finally says. "No form."
"Tell that to the loser who taught me," Sam says, smirking.
"Now there was an exemplary swimmer. Effortless, that guy. Like a fish."
"And now he sits on the shore, afraid to get his fuckin' hair wet."
Dean narrows his eyes at the challenge, and seriously, Sam thinks. Four years and Dean still rises to the bait. So regular he could set his own ( ... )
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Waiting to get the call was torturous for Jared. They were supposed to be shooting in the morning to get the most of the weak, winter sunlight. But the storm that was encroaching looked like it was going to cause trouble. In order for the day to be called it would have to start heavily snowing well before the 6 a.m. call, and by the time Jared crawled into bed close to midnight only a few light flurries had dusted their doorstep ( ... )
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AW AW AWWW this is exactly how it feels, i love it. thanks for the fill, this is what i will mentally come back to when i'm shoveling my car out of my driveway XD
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