So Very Wrong
Title: So Very Wrong
Author: xephwrites
Characters: Sam and Dean, mentions of others
Rating: Um, I want to say R just cause of what's mentioned, but it's really not.
Word Count: 460
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: No official spoilers
Summary: Sam stubles across blindfold_spn
Warnings: Mentions of kinky goings on, but nothing actually happens
Notes: I do not hate blindfold_spn. I quite like it, and have replied to a few prompts. However, the otter thing kinda hurt my head a bit. And I thought to myself, what would happen if Sam n Dean stumble across it...
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“Dean, I just want you to know that under no circumstances whatsoever, I would never, ever ask you to shove an otter up my ass,” Sam said over the top of his monitor.
“Good to know, Sammy,” Dean said. Dean’s head shot up, looking confused. “Wait, otter up the ass? What the fuck are you reading?” Dean turned the laptop around and stared at the screen.
“Dude, what the hell is your obsession with fanfiction?” Dean said as he started scrolling through the prompts from the blindfold_spn community.
“It’s a train wreck,” Sam admitted. “I’ve tried to close the window, but I can’t stop reading it.”
“The fuck?” Dean muttered and clicked the mouse. Dean made an indignant noise and shoved Sam’s computer away.
“What?” Sam asked. Dean leaned over and made a retching sound.
“Those women are sick bitches,” Dean groaned as he rubbed his forehead. “They do realize that it’s physically impossible for either of us to get pregnant, right? Especially with otter pups.”
“I don’t get what the obsession with otters is,” Sam mused as he scrolled through the page. Sam paled and shut the laptop.
“What was it, Sam?” Dean asked against his better judgment. Sam shook his head.
“You, Dad, you pregnant….. No, you don’t want to know.”
“Can’t you look up IP addresses and find these sickos?” Dean almost shouted.
“Dean, they think we’re fictional characters.”
“Doesn’t matter! Fictional characters should not be subjected to……whatever the fuck that is!” Dean shouted, pointing at the laptop. “We don’t deserve it!” Dean picked up his jacket and the keys to the Impala.
“Where are you going?” Sam asked.
“I’m going to find Becky and Chuck,” Dean said as he picked up the weapon duffel. “Gonna shoot them with some rock salt.”
“Rock salt?”
“It won’t kill them, but it’ll hurt like a sonofabitch!”
“Dean,” Sam said cautiously. “They didn’t create this.”
“But Chuck published our lives, and Becky is one of those sick bitches that think we fuck,” Dean shrugged. “I can’t take it out on the faceless,” Dean waved his hand towards the laptop. “whatevers.”
“Dean, shooting a prophet of the lord and a crazed fangirl will not solve anything,” Sam said in his best reasoning voice. Dean flopped onto the bed.
“It’ll make me feel better,” Dean said almost petulantly.
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
“Dean, I’d never let you pee in my mouth no matter how much you want to,” Sam said.
Dean got up off the bed and picked up the weapons duffel.
“You coming?” Dean asked as he opened the door. Sam sighed.
“Yeah, Becky’s got to be responsible for the me and Bobby request.”
Dean gave a full body shudder before tossing Sam’s coat towards him.
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Author: xephwrites
Characters: Sam and Dean, mentions of others
Rating: Um, I want to say R just cause of what's mentioned, but it's really not.
Word Count: 460
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: No official spoilers
Summary: Sam stubles across blindfold_spn
Warnings: Mentions of kinky goings on, but nothing actually happens
Notes: I do not hate blindfold_spn. I quite like it, and have replied to a few prompts. However, the otter thing kinda hurt my head a bit. And I thought to myself, what would happen if Sam n Dean stumble across it...
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Dean, I just want you to know that under no circumstances whatsoever, I would never, ever ask you to shove an otter up my ass,” Sam said over the top of his monitor.
“Good to know, Sammy,” Dean said. Dean’s head shot up, looking confused. “Wait, otter up the ass? What the fuck are you reading?” Dean turned the laptop around and stared at the screen.
“Dude, what the hell is your obsession with fanfiction?” Dean said as he started scrolling through the prompts from the blindfold_spn community.
“It’s a train wreck,” Sam admitted. “I’ve tried to close the window, but I can’t stop reading it.”
“The fuck?” Dean muttered and clicked the mouse. Dean made an indignant noise and shoved Sam’s computer away.
“What?” Sam asked. Dean leaned over and made a retching sound.
“Those women are sick bitches,” Dean groaned as he rubbed his forehead. “They do realize that it’s physically impossible for either of us to get pregnant, right? Especially with otter pups.”
“I don’t get what the obsession with otters is,” Sam mused as he scrolled through the page. Sam paled and shut the laptop.
“What was it, Sam?” Dean asked against his better judgment. Sam shook his head.
“You, Dad, you pregnant….. No, you don’t want to know.”
“Can’t you look up IP addresses and find these sickos?” Dean almost shouted.
“Dean, they think we’re fictional characters.”
“Doesn’t matter! Fictional characters should not be subjected to……whatever the fuck that is!” Dean shouted, pointing at the laptop. “We don’t deserve it!” Dean picked up his jacket and the keys to the Impala.
“Where are you going?” Sam asked.
“I’m going to find Becky and Chuck,” Dean said as he picked up the weapon duffel. “Gonna shoot them with some rock salt.”
“Rock salt?”
“It won’t kill them, but it’ll hurt like a sonofabitch!”
“Dean,” Sam said cautiously. “They didn’t create this.”
“But Chuck published our lives, and Becky is one of those sick bitches that think we fuck,” Dean shrugged. “I can’t take it out on the faceless,” Dean waved his hand towards the laptop. “whatevers.”
“Dean, shooting a prophet of the lord and a crazed fangirl will not solve anything,” Sam said in his best reasoning voice. Dean flopped onto the bed.
“It’ll make me feel better,” Dean said almost petulantly.
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
“Dean, I’d never let you pee in my mouth no matter how much you want to,” Sam said.
Dean got up off the bed and picked up the weapons duffel.
“You coming?” Dean asked as he opened the door. Sam sighed.
“Yeah, Becky’s got to be responsible for the me and Bobby request.”
Dean gave a full body shudder before tossing Sam’s coat towards him.
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