Promise ficlet
Low and Behold: I wrote a ficlet! Guess this journal won't go to waste after all.
Title: Promise
Author: terriblesix
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Sam/Dean implied
Rating: PG13 (sorry guys!)
Warnings: Incest
Word Count: 218
Spoilers: Slight ‘Playthings’. Not too detailed though
Summary: Dean’s not happy about the promise he made to Sam.
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish they were mine. If they were, you’d see them doing all sorts of naughty things. Sadly they’re Kripke’s, and the CW etc, etc. Woe is me.
A/N: For fpvs. Even though I wrote it for her, I make her beta. 217 words are hardly taxing, I should hope.
Well, you guys get a ficlet since apparently that’s about as long as my bunnies want to stick around for. Perhaps I should stock up on carrots. Wow, lamest joke ever!
Anyway, this little bunny hopped over from Kripke’s mind, since this is obviously a missing scene. I’m sure they meant to stick it the show somewhere.
Dean glanced over at Sam who was sleeping soundly. No visions; no passing out like the night before; just exhaustion from celebrating another job well done the best way the Winchester boys knew how. Fucking until you couldn’t think anymore.
Well, that was in theory. Sam had obviously dropped the ball tonight, since while he was comfortably wrapped up in the sandman’s arm, Dean couldn’t shut off his brain. Every time he looked at Sam, he recalled that cursed promise Sam forced out of him. He’d only made it thinking that Sam was too drunk to remember it in the morning. If anything in the universe had been fair, Sam wouldn’t have remembered.
“Must just be one more of your powers,” Dean commented quietly. His wit was wasted, as the only response he got was a soft snore.
Unfortunately Sam recalled every detail, and was planning to hold Dean to his promise. He’d never broken a promise to Sam yet, and he didn’t plan on starting. Still, the thought brought a chill to his heart, and he hugged his brother’s slumbering body to him. If it came down to it, Dean would do as Sam asked.
“But I’d follow you right to hell,” Dean whispered in Sammy’s ear. It was just one more promise he planned to keep
Title: Promise
Author: terriblesix
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Sam/Dean implied
Rating: PG13 (sorry guys!)
Warnings: Incest
Word Count: 218
Spoilers: Slight ‘Playthings’. Not too detailed though
Summary: Dean’s not happy about the promise he made to Sam.
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish they were mine. If they were, you’d see them doing all sorts of naughty things. Sadly they’re Kripke’s, and the CW etc, etc. Woe is me.
A/N: For fpvs. Even though I wrote it for her, I make her beta. 217 words are hardly taxing, I should hope.
Well, you guys get a ficlet since apparently that’s about as long as my bunnies want to stick around for. Perhaps I should stock up on carrots. Wow, lamest joke ever!
Anyway, this little bunny hopped over from Kripke’s mind, since this is obviously a missing scene. I’m sure they meant to stick it the show somewhere.
Dean glanced over at Sam who was sleeping soundly. No visions; no passing out like the night before; just exhaustion from celebrating another job well done the best way the Winchester boys knew how. Fucking until you couldn’t think anymore.
Well, that was in theory. Sam had obviously dropped the ball tonight, since while he was comfortably wrapped up in the sandman’s arm, Dean couldn’t shut off his brain. Every time he looked at Sam, he recalled that cursed promise Sam forced out of him. He’d only made it thinking that Sam was too drunk to remember it in the morning. If anything in the universe had been fair, Sam wouldn’t have remembered.
“Must just be one more of your powers,” Dean commented quietly. His wit was wasted, as the only response he got was a soft snore.
Unfortunately Sam recalled every detail, and was planning to hold Dean to his promise. He’d never broken a promise to Sam yet, and he didn’t plan on starting. Still, the thought brought a chill to his heart, and he hugged his brother’s slumbering body to him. If it came down to it, Dean would do as Sam asked.
“But I’d follow you right to hell,” Dean whispered in Sammy’s ear. It was just one more promise he planned to keep