EK!! *fails*
This was supposed to be posted before, like, midnight. I fail so hard.
OMG FLIST BIRTHDAYS!!!
First up, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO cyn_ful and ze_pink_lady!!!!!!!!!!! I love you guys so much, for serious.
And since it is (was) your collective birthday, GIMME A PROMPT. Each, obviously. And I shall WRITE IT FOR YOU.
Now, yesterday (two days ago, the 14th, yes?) was keepaofthecheez's birthday (SO MANY FLIST BIRTHDAYS RIGHT NOW, WORLD, WOW) and she gave me a prompt of jealous!Dean.
So here it is!!! Happy birthday again, m'dear. :)
Rating: R
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This was the part of the job that Sam hated the most, which was why he preferred it when Dean dealt with this side of things. Flirting for information just wasn’t his thing, but the victim’s sister had shown way more interest in him than in Dean, so he’d told his brother not to wait up and taken the girl - Shauna - to dinner. Even though he’d made it obvious that he’d been joking when he said it, he hadn’t missed the look in Dean’s eyes as the door closed. He just wasn’t sure exactly what it meant.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Shauna had been anything near his type, but as it was, she was so far off the mark it was ridiculous. Of course, considering that nowadays his tastes ran more to tall, dark, handsome and, oh yeah, his brother, it wasn’t exactly surprising. Still, even if he and Dean hadn’t had their…thing, he was pretty sure that anyone who actually dated this girl more than once had to have some serious issues. For one thing, she talked pretty much incessantly, and Sam was only occasionally listening to what she was saying, figuring he wasn’t missing much and he’d be able to get the gist.
He finally managed to steer her on topic and get some fairly useful information out of her, but it wasn’t really enough to make up for the two hours of hell he’d had to endure. By the time they’d finished desert, Sam just wanted to go home and lose himself in Dean to erase the memory of the date, but Shauna seemed to have other ideas. She pounced on him as soon as he parked the car outside of her apartment building, and after gently pushing her away he fobbed her off with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to call. A promise which he fully intended to break.
He waved at her until she went into her building, and then high-tailed it to the motel as quickly as he could without breaking any speed limits. Parking as close to the room as possible, he locked the Impala and opened the door, heaving a sigh of relief as soon as he was inside.
Dean was sitting on his bed, his expression unreadable. Sam’s first thought was that something had happened; something bad. But there were no visible weapons, although he did have something in his hand that Sam couldn’t quite make out. Then Dean lifted the bottle to his lips, and Sam stared.
“What the hell, man? Are you drinking?”
Dean shrugged, gesturing at Sam with the bottle. “What does it look like, Sammy? Had to entertain myself somehow when you were out.”
“By getting drunk? What if something had happened?”
Dean gave him a belligerent look. “Oh, come on, Sam. Like anything was gonna happen this soon. ‘Sides, if it was gonna come after anyone, it was gonna come after your girl. Not me.”
“She’s not ‘my girl’, Dean.”
“Yeah, well, her lipstick all over your mouth is telling me something different.”
Sam blinked; suddenly it all made sense. “Are you jealous?”
“Why? Should I be?” Dean took another swig from the bottle, and something in Sam ached that his brother couldn’t understand, even now, just how important he was to Sam.
“No, Dean, you shouldn’t.” Sam stalked over to the bed and grabbed the bottle from Dean, setting it on the nightstand. “I mean, first of all, she was a nightmare. She couldn’t shut up for longer than five seconds, and that was just to chew and swallow before she started talking again. Out of two hours of conversation - and I use that word loosely, since that usually implies that the other person had a part in it - I think maybe ten minutes was useful.”
He knelt on the bed beside his brother, pushing Dean back until he was lying down and looming over him. “Seriously, I’d rather fight a Shtriga than go on another date with her. And besides,” Sam grinned, “she wasn’t as hot as you.”
Dean’s lips twitched. “I am pretty hot,” he said thoughtfully, and Sam laughed.
“Yeah, you are. And she tried to kiss me when I dropped her off, and I told her no, and that’s why I have lipstick smears. But that’s it, I swear. I didn’t even want to kiss her, she just sorta…attacked me.”
Dean was outright smirking now. “Aww, poor Sammy. Did you need someone to save you from the big bad girl.”
“No,” Sam murmured, leaning down for a kiss. “Just needed you.”
“Alright.” Dean reached up and wound his arms around Sam’s neck. “But I think you should let me blow me as an apology anyway. You wounded me, man.”
Sam laughed. “Fine,” he said, “but I get to fuck you after.”
“You’d better,” Dean growled, and suddenly Sam didn’t care that he’d just pretty much wasted an evening, if it got Dean all needy like this. In fact, Sam thought as Dean licked at the head of his cock, he might just have to make Dean jealous again as soon as possible.
RAWR!! \o/
OMG FLIST BIRTHDAYS!!!
First up, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO cyn_ful and ze_pink_lady!!!!!!!!!!! I love you guys so much, for serious.
And since it is (was) your collective birthday, GIMME A PROMPT. Each, obviously. And I shall WRITE IT FOR YOU.
Now, yesterday (two days ago, the 14th, yes?) was keepaofthecheez's birthday (SO MANY FLIST BIRTHDAYS RIGHT NOW, WORLD, WOW) and she gave me a prompt of jealous!Dean.
So here it is!!! Happy birthday again, m'dear. :)
Rating: R
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This was the part of the job that Sam hated the most, which was why he preferred it when Dean dealt with this side of things. Flirting for information just wasn’t his thing, but the victim’s sister had shown way more interest in him than in Dean, so he’d told his brother not to wait up and taken the girl - Shauna - to dinner. Even though he’d made it obvious that he’d been joking when he said it, he hadn’t missed the look in Dean’s eyes as the door closed. He just wasn’t sure exactly what it meant.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Shauna had been anything near his type, but as it was, she was so far off the mark it was ridiculous. Of course, considering that nowadays his tastes ran more to tall, dark, handsome and, oh yeah, his brother, it wasn’t exactly surprising. Still, even if he and Dean hadn’t had their…thing, he was pretty sure that anyone who actually dated this girl more than once had to have some serious issues. For one thing, she talked pretty much incessantly, and Sam was only occasionally listening to what she was saying, figuring he wasn’t missing much and he’d be able to get the gist.
He finally managed to steer her on topic and get some fairly useful information out of her, but it wasn’t really enough to make up for the two hours of hell he’d had to endure. By the time they’d finished desert, Sam just wanted to go home and lose himself in Dean to erase the memory of the date, but Shauna seemed to have other ideas. She pounced on him as soon as he parked the car outside of her apartment building, and after gently pushing her away he fobbed her off with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to call. A promise which he fully intended to break.
He waved at her until she went into her building, and then high-tailed it to the motel as quickly as he could without breaking any speed limits. Parking as close to the room as possible, he locked the Impala and opened the door, heaving a sigh of relief as soon as he was inside.
Dean was sitting on his bed, his expression unreadable. Sam’s first thought was that something had happened; something bad. But there were no visible weapons, although he did have something in his hand that Sam couldn’t quite make out. Then Dean lifted the bottle to his lips, and Sam stared.
“What the hell, man? Are you drinking?”
Dean shrugged, gesturing at Sam with the bottle. “What does it look like, Sammy? Had to entertain myself somehow when you were out.”
“By getting drunk? What if something had happened?”
Dean gave him a belligerent look. “Oh, come on, Sam. Like anything was gonna happen this soon. ‘Sides, if it was gonna come after anyone, it was gonna come after your girl. Not me.”
“She’s not ‘my girl’, Dean.”
“Yeah, well, her lipstick all over your mouth is telling me something different.”
Sam blinked; suddenly it all made sense. “Are you jealous?”
“Why? Should I be?” Dean took another swig from the bottle, and something in Sam ached that his brother couldn’t understand, even now, just how important he was to Sam.
“No, Dean, you shouldn’t.” Sam stalked over to the bed and grabbed the bottle from Dean, setting it on the nightstand. “I mean, first of all, she was a nightmare. She couldn’t shut up for longer than five seconds, and that was just to chew and swallow before she started talking again. Out of two hours of conversation - and I use that word loosely, since that usually implies that the other person had a part in it - I think maybe ten minutes was useful.”
He knelt on the bed beside his brother, pushing Dean back until he was lying down and looming over him. “Seriously, I’d rather fight a Shtriga than go on another date with her. And besides,” Sam grinned, “she wasn’t as hot as you.”
Dean’s lips twitched. “I am pretty hot,” he said thoughtfully, and Sam laughed.
“Yeah, you are. And she tried to kiss me when I dropped her off, and I told her no, and that’s why I have lipstick smears. But that’s it, I swear. I didn’t even want to kiss her, she just sorta…attacked me.”
Dean was outright smirking now. “Aww, poor Sammy. Did you need someone to save you from the big bad girl.”
“No,” Sam murmured, leaning down for a kiss. “Just needed you.”
“Alright.” Dean reached up and wound his arms around Sam’s neck. “But I think you should let me blow me as an apology anyway. You wounded me, man.”
Sam laughed. “Fine,” he said, “but I get to fuck you after.”
“You’d better,” Dean growled, and suddenly Sam didn’t care that he’d just pretty much wasted an evening, if it got Dean all needy like this. In fact, Sam thought as Dean licked at the head of his cock, he might just have to make Dean jealous again as soon as possible.
RAWR!! \o/