Dean's Dirty Little Secret
Title: Dean's Dirty Little Secret
Author: xephwrites
Characters: Dean Sam
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 419
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean finally gets some alone time to indulge....
Warnings: I don't want to give warnings, cause it will spoil it! Just trust me, it's humourous!
Notes: Shalmarrose asked me for this, and I finally wrote it. *shakes head*
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Sam volunteered to go on the supply run. Dean protested that he could do it, but every time he went to stand, the pressure in his sinuses would make him dizzy and force him back on the bed.
Just a stupid sinus infection, he’s been through worse, he argued. He’s fine once he’s standing or sitting. It’s the in between that sucks.
He figures that Sam would be gone at least two hours. Two hours can be a lot of time when you have certain….things that need to be done. Keeping it from Sam for the last few years is rough, but Dean’s managed to pull it off.
He manages to drag his duffel over with minimal dizziness. Opening the bag, he searches for the smaller one, keeping his special thing hidden from everyone.
Resting back against his pillows, he opens the small bag and pulls out his special item. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, he runs his hands over it delicately first, enjoying the texture of it.
His hands grip it properly, and they begin to move. Dean loses himself in the rhythm he sets, a contented smile on his face.
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Sam checks off everything on the list as he goes. Gauze, tape, dental floss, sewing needles, sinus pills and prescriptions from that doctor who practices in this town above a Mexican restaurant. Sam flashed the pharmacist one of his disarming smile as he looked suspiciously at the small prescription slip. Thankfully, the pharmacist didn’t look too closely into it as he filled the Percocet.
He was done faster than he had hoped, and would be able to get more time in for research.
He entered the motel room and dropped the bags he was carrying when he saw Dean.
“What the hell? Dean?” He asked in shock.
Dean was sitting against the headboard holding a set of knitting needles with a half made sock attached to them. He went bright red as he tried to hide it. Sam started laughing.
“You knit. Holy shit, you knit!” Sam said through laughter.
“Yeah,” Dean said, trying to feel somewhat masculine. “Did you think that those heavy socks you love wearing in the winter grow on trees?”
“Not exactly trees. Sheep maybe, but not trees,” Sam got out through hysterical laughter. Dean finished off the row he was working on and threw one of the double pointed needles at Sam’s head. It caught him between the eyes.
“Now bring it back so I can finish your sock, Sasquatch!”
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Author: xephwrites
Characters: Dean Sam
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 419
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean finally gets some alone time to indulge....
Warnings: I don't want to give warnings, cause it will spoil it! Just trust me, it's humourous!
Notes: Shalmarrose asked me for this, and I finally wrote it. *shakes head*
~*~*~*~*~
Sam volunteered to go on the supply run. Dean protested that he could do it, but every time he went to stand, the pressure in his sinuses would make him dizzy and force him back on the bed.
Just a stupid sinus infection, he’s been through worse, he argued. He’s fine once he’s standing or sitting. It’s the in between that sucks.
He figures that Sam would be gone at least two hours. Two hours can be a lot of time when you have certain….things that need to be done. Keeping it from Sam for the last few years is rough, but Dean’s managed to pull it off.
He manages to drag his duffel over with minimal dizziness. Opening the bag, he searches for the smaller one, keeping his special thing hidden from everyone.
Resting back against his pillows, he opens the small bag and pulls out his special item. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, he runs his hands over it delicately first, enjoying the texture of it.
His hands grip it properly, and they begin to move. Dean loses himself in the rhythm he sets, a contented smile on his face.
~~
Sam checks off everything on the list as he goes. Gauze, tape, dental floss, sewing needles, sinus pills and prescriptions from that doctor who practices in this town above a Mexican restaurant. Sam flashed the pharmacist one of his disarming smile as he looked suspiciously at the small prescription slip. Thankfully, the pharmacist didn’t look too closely into it as he filled the Percocet.
He was done faster than he had hoped, and would be able to get more time in for research.
He entered the motel room and dropped the bags he was carrying when he saw Dean.
“What the hell? Dean?” He asked in shock.
Dean was sitting against the headboard holding a set of knitting needles with a half made sock attached to them. He went bright red as he tried to hide it. Sam started laughing.
“You knit. Holy shit, you knit!” Sam said through laughter.
“Yeah,” Dean said, trying to feel somewhat masculine. “Did you think that those heavy socks you love wearing in the winter grow on trees?”
“Not exactly trees. Sheep maybe, but not trees,” Sam got out through hysterical laughter. Dean finished off the row he was working on and threw one of the double pointed needles at Sam’s head. It caught him between the eyes.
“Now bring it back so I can finish your sock, Sasquatch!”
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