Awwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! sooooo freakin' cute, and I absolutely adore this: Sam shifted lower, pressed his mouth to the back of Dean's neck, right where his hairs got short and soft. hehe totally squeeable. just perfect! <33
Filled - The Hideawaysonnygrl11March 19 2011, 18:51:47 UTC
The HideawayHe watches from across the room, perched along the wall beside the trashy motel's lone window. He was frustrated a few minutes ago, which is why he's out of bed and on his feet. But he's beginning to feel drowsy enough to return to slide under the covers
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Filled - The Hideaway (cont'd)sonnygrl11March 19 2011, 18:54:01 UTC
He squats to the floor and checks Dean's shoulder wound on the back of the left shoulder blade. Sam works off the medical tape and looks under to make sure the deep cut isn't spewing puss or leaking too much blood. It's healing nicely as Dean tries not to move too much in slumber. Sam stands to his feet and steps around the bed, coming around to slowly back in to climb under the sheet
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Re: Filled - The Hideaway (cont'd)the_rant_girlMarch 19 2011, 20:36:18 UTC
brilliant! *grins* just marvellous storytelling. love the detail. and love Sam's mini-victory lol and that he's content not to push for more (well for the moment anyways lol) <333
Dean grunts as consciousness drags him to the surface, his body creaking in protest as he starts to move, he must of slept funny. He’s vaguely aware that he’s sitting, scrubbing his hand down over his face and he yawns. His hand falls into what was unmistakeningly a lap, his eyes shooting open, head snapping to the side, “Sonofa-” his neck cricking from the sudden movement, his brow crinkled in confusion as he takes in the angel sitting next to him, who is most definitely glaring at him...sort of...there’s a little wet patch on Cas’ shoulder.
“You drooled on my coat,” said in the usual monotonous rumble.
Dean’s eyebrows shoot up at that. He’s actually pissed...and not cause of the tequila. “Dude it’s just a coat. A little spit isn’t going to hurt it
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The HideawayHe watches from across the room, perched along the wall beside the trashy motel's lone window. He was frustrated a few minutes ago, which is why he's out of bed and on his feet. But he's beginning to feel drowsy enough to return to slide under the covers ( ... )
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...and drools on the trenchcoat.
ETA - forgot to put in a rating - Dude, if you can make it NC-17, I WILL READ IT. but G is good too!
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Dean grunts as consciousness drags him to the surface, his body creaking in protest as he starts to move, he must of slept funny. He’s vaguely aware that he’s sitting, scrubbing his hand down over his face and he yawns. His hand falls into what was unmistakeningly a lap, his eyes shooting open, head snapping to the side, “Sonofa-” his neck cricking from the sudden movement, his brow crinkled in confusion as he takes in the angel sitting next to him, who is most definitely glaring at him...sort of...there’s a little wet patch on Cas’ shoulder.
“You drooled on my coat,” said in the usual monotonous rumble.
Dean’s eyebrows shoot up at that. He’s actually pissed...and not cause of the tequila. “Dude it’s just a coat. A little spit isn’t going to hurt it ( ... )
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