favoured son, fence in your heart

[wanttobeatree]

My mum just offered me a cup of tea and then did not make me one. Good grief. That is like. I am at a loss. Did I run over her cat and/or lover?

It has been brought to my attention, via sirryluv, that Sam and Dean are so big and gay and ridiculous that they belong in a chickflick soundtrack. Just talking about their epic love story has got 'I can't live

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It is my personal canon that when Sam went to Stanford, Dean went on this mad lone wolf gaysex binge with lots and lots of tall, shaggy-haired young men. "Glare harder," he'd whisper to them, as they TAKE HIM FROM BEHIND. "Tell me I'm an idiot. Tell me you're not leaving." And he probably made them answer to Sam, too.

I have this theory, okay, that Dean dances with his arms in the air. You know the way girls dance when they're all drunk horny, with their wrists kind of at forehead height and their elbows all wobbling around erotically as they shimmy their hips? THAT IS HOW DEAN DANCES. AND HE BITES HIS LIPS IN GLORIOUS ECSTASY, WHILST HE'S AT IT. And Sam is all worried and protective but can't quite bring himself to make SEXY DRUNK DEAN leave, so he just stands awkwardly on the dance floor with him, glaring into the middle distance and swallowingly heavily as Dean GRINDS BACK AGAINST HIM and waves his arms in the air.

AHAHAHAA YES. Like, goes for the cock and just gets it in the eye. Or up the nose. And then just misses completely and faceplants into Sam's thigh. THEN CUDDLING.

I look forward to the absence of this event.

I got one! It is not my favourite, but there is a Dean, and that's good enough.

[wanttobeatree]

Ahahaa, it took me a moment there to figure out what you meant by 'pretty woman' (I have never seen it. MADNESS, I know.) Was all 'yes, yes Dean is a pretty woman'. Also- DO BOTH. FOR BOTH LAUGHING AND CRYING IS WHAT DEAN WOULD DO AFTER HIS TALL, SHAGGY-HAIRED BOY OF THE NIGHT LEAVES.

It is such a hard dance-move to word! Maybe I should have provided a reference picture. LIKE THIS, kinda, yes?

Omg yes I want Sam to call people 'lad'. In a low, growly, incredibly dangerous kind of way. With one arm wrapped protectively around Dean/Dean's mouth. And OBVIOUSLY Dean would take the hand on mouth as an invitation for licking. And for slumping back against Sam's big, sweaty, manly chest. (And then he could grind a little closer.)

DAMN RIGHT FACE-GRINDING. AUGH. Dean would be hideously aroused by it, too.

OH, I SEEM TO HAVE SOME COCK IN MY EYE-- *FACEPLANT INTO THIGH*

[wanttobeatree]

All I know about Pretty Woman and the kissing rule, I learnt from hooker!fic. What a genre! Both sexy and educational! And yes, exactly D: Possibly he would SLUMP AGAINST THE DOOR after he closes it behind tall-and-shaggy, and then he SLIDES SLOWLY DOWN IT TO THE FLOOR as he engages in the hysterical laughing/crying thing and oh dean.

THOSE ELBOWS ARE AS DEAN'S ELBOWS :D

Add to everrrrything: GRINDY!Dean (and not in the face-grinding sense), and probably hot-and-sweaty!Dean too, from all the dancing. AND PROTECTIVE!SAM OM NOM NOM. Augh, Kripke needs to give us this image somehow. To make up for how much he likes to stamp on our hearts.

AND THEN HE WOULD MAKE A FACE LIKE IN YOUR ICON. THE ONE WITH THE NOSTRILS :D

I need to find a cap of Dean winking/squinting/something, so I can MAKE AN ICON WITH THAT ON IT.

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BECAUSE HE'S SO FILLED WITH THESE STRANGE FEELINGS AND DESIRES THAT HE MUST LASH OUT CRUELLY AND CAUSE HIS BROTHER DOOR-SLIDING. Or something like that.

when sam was younger he was a cock whore, but now that they're older, dean is the one who is like, i need your cock up my ass right this second

Yes, that is the truth! I just cannot really deal with underage!top!Sam. Probably he would have been as tall as/taller than Dean by the time he was 15/16 (which is when I like for my underage incesting to occur), so it's not like there's much of a height issue, but still-- the thought of him fucking Dean just makes me giggle. I cannot take teenage!topping seriously. GIANT HE OF THE RIPPLING MUSCLES!SAM, on the other hand, can stick his cock in whatever the hell he likes.

And yes yes yes, Dean = such a slutty dancer. This is my personal canon, along with his girl-dancing.

YES THAT IS THE ONE. YOU ARE CORRECT :D

I RECKON SO, AYE. I SHALL SEARCH FOR APPROPRIATE IMAGES TOMORROW, AND GIGGLE HELPLESSLY. From now on, whenever Dean winks/squints, I shall think he has cock in his eye. And when he bites his lip, it's because he's dancing sexily.

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Butting into your conversation momentarily to say: OMFG I NEED THIS FIC LIKE BURNING. Best comment thread ever, srsly.

Except I think that after Dean's clumsy-drunk attempt at a blowjob, Sam wouldn't cuddle but instead be, like, "Fuck, just turn around, we'll do it this way," and manhandle Dean onto his stomach on the bed, and Dean would be all pliant and lazy and buzzed but he'd keep trying to roll over onto his back and affectionately pat at Sam's face and hair and shoulders so finally Sam would just let him.

He'd get their clothes all of the way off and then bend Dean's legs back up against his chest and slide some lube-slippery fingers into him and then, finally, his cock, and Dean would groan and grind down into it as effortless and easy as if they'd done this just yesterday instead of over two years ago, and Sam would know from that that Dean had gotten fucked like this before, by someone other than him, and he'd feel so fucking jealous that for a second he wouldn't be able to move with the shock of it, except that then Dean's thighs would flex around his hips and he'd say, "F'ck, Sammy--miss'd this. Miss'd you," all slurred and sincere and he'd very carefully, very deliberately guide Sam's head down and kiss him softly, on the lips, and Sam would know then, suddenly and surely, that he was the only one who'd ever gotten that; it had only ever been his.

And then Sam would ease up on his grip on Dean's hips--his fingers had bitten in, had left marks that would build into bruises in the morning and Sam knew Dean wouldn't mind them but Sam did, Sam didn't want tonight to be about that and he'd make himself be gentle, make himself hold back even when Dean said, "Won't break," and "C'mon, harder," because sometimes (a lot of the time) what Dean wanted could hurt him, and once--just this once, for the first time--Sam wasn't going to let that happen.

...And that ended up sappier than I meant it to but I imagine that the next morning Dean would be all mortified and they'd fight and not talk for a few months, and Sam would be all pissed off and ask the cute blonde girl from his history class out for coffee just to show himself he was over his stupid, fucked-up brother and his stupid, fucked-up issues, and, well, we all know how that one ends.

AHEM. WTF, I shouldn't be posting porn at 3 in the morning. #facepalm#

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No, no, you are incorrect. You should definitely be posting porn at 3 in the morning. In fact, you should probably do it more often :D

OH Deeeean. "F'ck, Sammy--miss'd this. Miss'd you." I need to read Stanford!fic now.

[ifyouweremine]

That sounded suspiciously like a request for Sam/Dean Stanford-Era recs. ^____~ (OMFG I'm such a rec whore, srsly. O_O)

IMO, flipmontigirl writes some of the absolute best Stanford-Era fics, but all her stuff is flocked now, which makes me a sad panda. T_T