When Dean was dead, that endless-seeming expanse of days between the night Sam cradled his brother’s ruined body in his arms and the night he opened a motel room door to find him staring and whole, it was one of the things that got him through. He’d lie in some anonymous bed, sometimes a king, sometimes one queen of a pair out of sheer force of habit, and clutch Dean’s amulet in one hand and his jacket in the other. Pressing it to his nose, holding it over his face so he could be engulfed in the scents of leather and old sweat and DeanAfter a while, there were nights he’d have to drop the amulet and just hold himself, not jerking, just cupped in his hand and slowly stroking through the fabric of his shorts as he buried his face in the worn leather. It was a comfort, he told himself, that was all
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*blush* Thank you! I just kind of stumbled across this and God knows I'm always looking for an excuse to get out of writing stuff I actually need to write (assignments, admissions essay, this 3000-word Dean/Castiel pornfic I've been trying to finish for a week now), so prompts and memes are awesome. Yay!
You are not alone. I have about four different essays I need to be writing, and yet, I am indulging in fic writing instead. Oh, well. It is far more enjoyable, at any rate. XD
Stick around! Feel free to answer any more prompts that catch your eye if you are in need of some procrastination. :D
When Dean was dead, that endless-seeming expanse of days between the night Sam cradled his brother’s ruined body in his arms and the night he opened a motel room door to find him staring and whole, it was one of the things that got him through. He’d lie in some anonymous bed, sometimes a king, sometimes one queen of a pair out of sheer force of habit, and clutch Dean’s amulet in one hand and his jacket in the other. Pressing it to his nose, holding it over his face so he could be engulfed in the scents of leather and old sweat and DeanAfter a while, there were nights he’d have to drop the amulet and just hold himself, not jerking, just cupped in his hand and slowly stroking through the fabric of his shorts as he buried his face in the worn leather. It was a comfort, he told himself, that was all ( ... )
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when Sam’s licked Dean’s come off his belly and his own come out of his body
Oh. Em. Gee. That line is fucking hot on so many levels.
Great fic. Thanks for partaking in the meme. =D
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Stick around! Feel free to answer any more prompts that catch your eye if you are in need of some procrastination. :D
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