svmadelyn wins the internets and a made-up meme
♥ Y'all, svmadelyn wins the internets. Forreals. She runs undermistletoe singlehandedly, is super-organized, and every time I turn around the woman is doing something fabulous for fandom. ♥
She's at it again. This time it's a Valentine's Day anon-love gamesetmatch something. Basically, pick up to 14 people on LJ, say something nice about them in an email, and send it to ( Read more... )
She's at it again. This time it's a Valentine's Day anon-love gamesetmatch something. Basically, pick up to 14 people on LJ, say something nice about them in an email, and send it to ( Read more... )
But it's not like that now, hasn't been like that since he went away. Jess hasn't been dead a month, and it shouldn't be like that because he's still grieving, damn it.
Dean saunters over, sly smirk firmly in place and Sam just wants to kiss it off. Instead he pulls a sneering, snotty bitchface because Dean hasn't showed any interest in him since he picked him up at Stanford and he probably doesn't want to start up again.
"Easy Sammy. Your lip gets stuck like that and the pretty girl will never kiss you." He claps Sam on the shoulder with the words and Sam's just sick of it suddenly.
"It's Sam." One arm out, he grabs Dean and spins him around. Pins him up against the tree. No one here knows they're brothers. No one here cares. It's California.
"The fuck, Sam?"
"What if I don't want the pretty girl, Dean?" He pitches his voice low, soft, and gets right up in Dean's face.
Green-gold eyes go wide and start to darken. Fast. Sam ignores the hot pull of triumph in his belly when Dean swallows hard. "S'cool, man. More pretty girls for--"
He slams his mouth down over Dean's so hard his head bounces off the tree.
At first Dean resists, pushes at him, but it doesn't take long before he's thawing into the kiss, hands sliding around Sam's stomach to his lower back. Their tongues tangle, and fuck, it's good. He pulls away, and this time he's the one smirking. "All the pretty girls in the world aren't gonna--"
"Shut up, Sam," Dean growls and there's heat and hunger in his voice. "Shut up and do that again."
His tongue darts out to catch the tiny cut in Dean's lip from his tooth. "Yeah, I missed you, too, jerk."
If Dean says "bitch" it's muffled under the hot press of Sam doing just what his big brother told him. For once. But not to worry. He's not planning to make a habit of it.
The kissing's another story all together.
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ooooh, that's just Yis.
*grins*
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Yes. So much yes.
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<333 RE
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I'm glad you liked, darlin! *twirls*
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