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I don't know if this is a good idea or not, but oh well.
crossover drabble-athon
I know there's been a buttload of drabble-athons lately, and I've really been enjoying them, so I wanted to host one of my own! But this one has a twist, you can only write drabbles about crossover pairings or just general crossover fics ( Read more... )
crossover drabble-athon
I know there's been a buttload of drabble-athons lately, and I've really been enjoying them, so I wanted to host one of my own! But this one has a twist, you can only write drabbles about crossover pairings or just general crossover fics ( Read more... )
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The first thing Dean Winchester felt was the warm body shifting against him, bringing him from an alcohol induced sleep and straight into reality as his body reacted to the precarious position.
The second thing Dean felt, was the sharp exhale of breath fan across his face in a cloud of Jose Cuervo and morning breath, followed by a soft, feminine whimper of panic.
The third thing Dean Winchester felt, was a hard slap across his exposed chest. Followed by several short ones to his face. He sat up, rubbing the reddened spot on his chest as he blearily opened one eye at his companion.
She was rather pretty, in an 'I got trashed last night and slept with a random guy and now my hair's a bird's nest and there's a large drool spot on my pillow' kind of way.
She was also rather scary, in an 'I'm going to chop off the part that makes you male' kind of way by the murderous look in her darkened brown eyes. He was much more comfortable with a look that said 'You were amazing, lets spend eternity together'. At least then, he had a myriad of lies that would get him out of that scenario.
"Look, sweetheart," he started, his charming smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth attractively as he threw back the covers and slipped out of the bed. He continued as he began his search for his jeans among the mess of flower petals and empty mini-bar bottles. "Last night was great. Best time I've ever had. But you see, my brother has cancer, and we're touring the country before he dies. So I can't really..."
"Wow. That's kinda pathetic." She said as she slipped from the bed herself, clad in a matching black and pink polka dot bra and panties set. She glared at him as he took a moment to appreciate the vision before him. "If that wasn't the biggest load of crap I'd ever heard, I'd know you were lying anyways 'cause there's no way you remember last night."
"Oh yeah?" Dean asked, surprised that a woman could see through his lies so quickly. Usually the female gender ate up the sick-brother lie. Something noble in a man giving up his own time to take his brother around the country to see the biggest ball of string cheese before his time ran out. Though, technically it should be the other way around with his deal and only six months to live. "What's your name?"
"Haley James." Her short brunette hair swayed as she tilted her head to the side with a humorless smile pulling her lips into a thin line, "Though the last name's up for debate." She said as she lifted her left hand in the air where a cheap gold band turned her finger red and white from lack of blood flow from an obviously tight ring. "And like any other man that remembered the night before, you'd be freaking out over waking up and finding out you have a wife."
Oh, this was so not good. How much Cuervo did they have last night? All Dean could muster was a nervous chuckle as he thought about the hysterics his brother would go into when he found out that he'd had a quickie marriage to a complete stranger in Vegas. If that wasn't a cliche, he didn't know what was.
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