Bedlum - (1/1), MA15+, SPN
Title: Bedlum
Warnings: Gratuitous mentions of bodily fluids.
Rating: MA15+ for naughty words and implied sexual acts.
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Summary: Dean has the Mother of all concussions and the hooker next door is going for a BIG tip!
Author Note: This was written for Dean, Sam, gen or slash.
Dean has a huge headache and is trying to sleep, and the people in the motel room next to them are being loud and annoying (sex, music...up to you). Sam goes and shuts them up for Dean, who's grateful at the Hoodie_Time Dean Focused H/C Meme Round 2. Just a great excuse to torture Dean a little really! Enjoy!
"Uhhh, yeah."
Thump.....Thump.....Thump......Thump
"Uhhh, baby"
Thump....Thump....Thump....Thump
"Uuuhhh, god"
Thump...Thump...Thump...Thump
"Shuddup!" Dean groaned softly into the pillow wrapped tightly around his thumping head as the rhythmic pounding on the wall above him sped up, amping up the pain of his concussion.
"Yeah, ooohh, yeah, harder."
Thump..THUMP..THUMP..THUMP..THUMP
"Please, shuddup...uhhhh...god." Dean moaned as he squeezed his arms around the throbbing mass that was his aching head.
"Uh, Uh, Yeah, Yeah, YES, YEEEESSSSS"
THUMP.THUMP.THUMP.THUMP.
"Jesus Christ will you just come all ready!" Dean voice cracked as tears started to slip from his eyes as the pain stabbing through his head spiked with each thud on the vibrating wall.
'God, why the hell did they need to be next door to the local hooker on the one night that he couldn't appreciate the irony and porn star sounds (seriously this girl was earning her money) for the blinding, throbbing, stabbing, God-shot-me-now-and-put-me-out-of-my-misery-pain currently taking up residence in his head.' Dean thought as he tried to burrow himself deeper into the stale sweat smelling mattress.
"YES, YES, YES, OH GOD, OH GOD."
THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!
"Shuddup, God, please, just shuddup." Dean would forever vehemently deny the whine in his voice as he rolled back over and attempted to shout at the shuddering wall. The decidedly unmanly squeak that finished off the plea sent a concussion driven ice pick through both his eyes and into the throbbing mass that was his brain.
"YEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!"
THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP
"uuhh...fuck" Dean sobbed as his head felt like it had cracked open and had rats feasting on the quivering mass.
"Dean!"
Dean moaned as he curled back into himself, swallowing down the nausea threatening to unman him further.
"MORE, MORE, GOD, OHGOD, OHGOD"
THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP
"Oh God...." Dean's sheet tangled feet tripped him up so he was left to a desperate crawl and final lunge before losing everything he'd eaten in the last 3 days to the porcelain god.
The soothing damp cloth to the back of his neck almost had him sobbing into the bowl as his stomach spasmed with desperate heaves until only stringy ropes of yellow bile tinged saliva is the result.
Shuddering with sudden chills as he leaned his pulsing forehead on the cool hard rim, Dean managed a crooked grin before moaning his head's displeasure into the technicolor bowl as he heard Sam's gruff commanding bark through the paper thin walls.
"GET YOUR HAIRY ASS DRESSED AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I HAUL YOUR STUPID ASS DOWN TO THE STATION!"
"Oh shit, please I...s...y.,...ase...don......nt....go to jail, I'm so sorry officer,....ase!"
Groaning as the gentle chuckles that shook his frame drive the iron spikes back into his brain, Dean spat out the rest of the vile taste in his mouth and slowly crawled his way back to the bed that was currently revolving languidly in front of him.
Shutting his eyes briefly as the pitiful whining and blubbering reverberating through the wall drives the iron spikes through his throbbing brain over and over, he didn't realises that he had lost some time until he was shocked into a discordant flailing of limbs when he felt warm, bare arms wrap around his chest and was quickly lifted onto the bed.
"Hey, Dean, it's me. Settle down, you're going hurt yourself you idiot."
Whining low in his throat at the spike of pain even Sam's low whisper sent through his head, Dean rolled into the remaining bedding, burying his head in the sweat damp pillows and blanket.
His voice lowered to barely audible, Sam gently patted his bare leg, "Sorry dude, their gone now man. Just get some rest. I'll wake you in an hour or so."
Rolling slightly so only his eyes were peering out from under the huddled blanket Dean squinted up at Sam and tried to make himself understood through his thickened and clumsy tongue, "Uhhanks Aammee".
The gentle smile that creased Sam's face let him know that the message had gotten through loud and clear even if the articulation was a little off, even more so than the words whispered in return.
"No problem man, your welcome."
Spark of Responsibility - A Schmoopy drabble written as a misplaced comment fic on the Hoodie_Time Dean Focused H/C Meme Round 2
Warnings: Gratuitous mentions of bodily fluids.
Rating: MA15+ for naughty words and implied sexual acts.
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Summary: Dean has the Mother of all concussions and the hooker next door is going for a BIG tip!
Author Note: This was written for Dean, Sam, gen or slash.
Dean has a huge headache and is trying to sleep, and the people in the motel room next to them are being loud and annoying (sex, music...up to you). Sam goes and shuts them up for Dean, who's grateful at the Hoodie_Time Dean Focused H/C Meme Round 2. Just a great excuse to torture Dean a little really! Enjoy!
"Uhhh, yeah."
Thump.....Thump.....Thump......Thump
"Uhhh, baby"
Thump....Thump....Thump....Thump
"Uuuhhh, god"
Thump...Thump...Thump...Thump
"Shuddup!" Dean groaned softly into the pillow wrapped tightly around his thumping head as the rhythmic pounding on the wall above him sped up, amping up the pain of his concussion.
"Yeah, ooohh, yeah, harder."
Thump..THUMP..THUMP..THUMP..THUMP
"Please, shuddup...uhhhh...god." Dean moaned as he squeezed his arms around the throbbing mass that was his aching head.
"Uh, Uh, Yeah, Yeah, YES, YEEEESSSSS"
THUMP.THUMP.THUMP.THUMP.
"Jesus Christ will you just come all ready!" Dean voice cracked as tears started to slip from his eyes as the pain stabbing through his head spiked with each thud on the vibrating wall.
'God, why the hell did they need to be next door to the local hooker on the one night that he couldn't appreciate the irony and porn star sounds (seriously this girl was earning her money) for the blinding, throbbing, stabbing, God-shot-me-now-and-put-me-out-of-my-misery-pain currently taking up residence in his head.' Dean thought as he tried to burrow himself deeper into the stale sweat smelling mattress.
"YES, YES, YES, OH GOD, OH GOD."
THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!
"Shuddup, God, please, just shuddup." Dean would forever vehemently deny the whine in his voice as he rolled back over and attempted to shout at the shuddering wall. The decidedly unmanly squeak that finished off the plea sent a concussion driven ice pick through both his eyes and into the throbbing mass that was his brain.
"YEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!"
THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP
"uuhh...fuck" Dean sobbed as his head felt like it had cracked open and had rats feasting on the quivering mass.
"Dean!"
Dean moaned as he curled back into himself, swallowing down the nausea threatening to unman him further.
"MORE, MORE, GOD, OHGOD, OHGOD"
THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP
"Oh God...." Dean's sheet tangled feet tripped him up so he was left to a desperate crawl and final lunge before losing everything he'd eaten in the last 3 days to the porcelain god.
The soothing damp cloth to the back of his neck almost had him sobbing into the bowl as his stomach spasmed with desperate heaves until only stringy ropes of yellow bile tinged saliva is the result.
Shuddering with sudden chills as he leaned his pulsing forehead on the cool hard rim, Dean managed a crooked grin before moaning his head's displeasure into the technicolor bowl as he heard Sam's gruff commanding bark through the paper thin walls.
"GET YOUR HAIRY ASS DRESSED AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I HAUL YOUR STUPID ASS DOWN TO THE STATION!"
"Oh shit, please I...s...y.,...ase...don......nt....go to jail, I'm so sorry officer,....ase!"
Groaning as the gentle chuckles that shook his frame drive the iron spikes back into his brain, Dean spat out the rest of the vile taste in his mouth and slowly crawled his way back to the bed that was currently revolving languidly in front of him.
Shutting his eyes briefly as the pitiful whining and blubbering reverberating through the wall drives the iron spikes through his throbbing brain over and over, he didn't realises that he had lost some time until he was shocked into a discordant flailing of limbs when he felt warm, bare arms wrap around his chest and was quickly lifted onto the bed.
"Hey, Dean, it's me. Settle down, you're going hurt yourself you idiot."
Whining low in his throat at the spike of pain even Sam's low whisper sent through his head, Dean rolled into the remaining bedding, burying his head in the sweat damp pillows and blanket.
His voice lowered to barely audible, Sam gently patted his bare leg, "Sorry dude, their gone now man. Just get some rest. I'll wake you in an hour or so."
Rolling slightly so only his eyes were peering out from under the huddled blanket Dean squinted up at Sam and tried to make himself understood through his thickened and clumsy tongue, "Uhhanks Aammee".
The gentle smile that creased Sam's face let him know that the message had gotten through loud and clear even if the articulation was a little off, even more so than the words whispered in return.
"No problem man, your welcome."
Spark of Responsibility - A Schmoopy drabble written as a misplaced comment fic on the Hoodie_Time Dean Focused H/C Meme Round 2