New Fic: Supernatural Slash (I Know) Uncontrolled Trajectory Rated: Soft R
Title: Uncontrolled Trajectory
Author: Lady Taevyn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean (I know)
Rating: Soft R
Summary: For a few seconds it spun on the table each rotation moving it closer to the edge.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This literally came to me out of nowhere. It can be set anywhere within the series.
Dean sat idly spinning the plastic bottle on the smooth surface of the table. No intent behind the movement; his only motivation was boredom. Sam had somehow managed to snag the bathroom before him. Knowing his little brother as well as he did Dean figured he was in for a wait. He slouched low into the chair and stared up at the ceiling, leaving the bottle sit untouched for several minutes. Whistling the refrain of the last song that had played before he’d shut the car off Dean once again forced the empty bottle to spin; this time harder and faster then he’d intended. For a few seconds it spun on the table each rotation moving it closer to the edge. Finally it flew off and landed quietly on the carpeted floor. Pushing his aching body the few inches it would take to retrieve his makeshift toy Dean heard the bathroom door creak open. Momentarily distracted from the task at hand Dean saw the steam swirl around Sam’s ankles. Without thought Dean’s eyes followed the lines of Sam’s legs to where they disappeared under the almost too small towel. He hadn’t bothered to take notice of how the bottle had landed ‘till Sam was standing right in front of it. As it turned out the capped mouth was pointing toward the bathroom door. Dean couldn’t have planned it better if he’d tried. He stood slowly not exactly sure what he was going to do. They both stared at the bottle for several long seconds; neither one willing to take that last half step that would inevitably bring them into contact. A short forever later Dean decided ‘the hell with it’ and moved into Sam’s space. The kiss, when it came, was hard and awkward. Until they slowed it down and eased into it; then it segued into something tender and perfect.
Author: Lady Taevyn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean (I know)
Rating: Soft R
Summary: For a few seconds it spun on the table each rotation moving it closer to the edge.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This literally came to me out of nowhere. It can be set anywhere within the series.
Dean sat idly spinning the plastic bottle on the smooth surface of the table. No intent behind the movement; his only motivation was boredom. Sam had somehow managed to snag the bathroom before him. Knowing his little brother as well as he did Dean figured he was in for a wait. He slouched low into the chair and stared up at the ceiling, leaving the bottle sit untouched for several minutes. Whistling the refrain of the last song that had played before he’d shut the car off Dean once again forced the empty bottle to spin; this time harder and faster then he’d intended. For a few seconds it spun on the table each rotation moving it closer to the edge. Finally it flew off and landed quietly on the carpeted floor. Pushing his aching body the few inches it would take to retrieve his makeshift toy Dean heard the bathroom door creak open. Momentarily distracted from the task at hand Dean saw the steam swirl around Sam’s ankles. Without thought Dean’s eyes followed the lines of Sam’s legs to where they disappeared under the almost too small towel. He hadn’t bothered to take notice of how the bottle had landed ‘till Sam was standing right in front of it. As it turned out the capped mouth was pointing toward the bathroom door. Dean couldn’t have planned it better if he’d tried. He stood slowly not exactly sure what he was going to do. They both stared at the bottle for several long seconds; neither one willing to take that last half step that would inevitably bring them into contact. A short forever later Dean decided ‘the hell with it’ and moved into Sam’s space. The kiss, when it came, was hard and awkward. Until they slowed it down and eased into it; then it segued into something tender and perfect.