This Isn't the Mile High Club.kelleighMay 11 2010, 01:27:03 UTC
It starts with a hand. Dean's left creeping over Sam's jeans. When Sam double checks, Dean is definitely still out cold.
It's a long flight from Philadelphia to Santa Fe, and the only way Dean would willingly board an aircraft (and Dean had nixed any unwilling scenarios pretty early) was knocked out on sleeping pills. Simple and brilliant. Save for one minor freak out on the jetway, Dean was loopy all during the safety demonstration, finally passing out just before their flight was cleared for take off.
There it is again. Dean's fingers - they're definitely moving. Petting, Sam's brain provides, gently over Sam's thigh. Not a catastrophe by any means, but it's weird.
Five minute later, Dean's entire hand is wrapped over Sam's thigh like it's his pillow and Dean is definitely turned away from the aisle. Leaning, it pushes Dean into Sam's space. Thank god there's only two seats on their side of the aisle or Dean's drugged up cuddling would start to be embarrassing.
Make that really embarrassing now as Dean's head falls on
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Jensen tries to figure out how to say my ass hurts without Jared making a joke about gay sex. There is no way. "Nothing," he says.
Then it happens again. Jensen's ass, like--pulls.
"Jesus!" says Jensen. He flips over.
"Dude, are you having a spasm?" asks Jared. He sounds more intellectually interested than, like, concerned. Jared is an asshole. "Are you epileptic now?"
"I don't even--" Jensen feels his ass dragging him. Into Jared's lap.
"Uh," says Jared. Jensen's ass is, like, rubbing against Jared's dick. And there might be a purring noise coming from--a place Jensen does not want to consider.
"Uh," says Jensen. Jared's dick totally twitches against his ass.
"You know, most people just use a pickup line," says Jared.
Jensen does not dignify this with a response. He just kisses Jared.
Somewhere, under Jensen's pants, Jensen's now sentient ass smiled.
DIS PROMPT IS MIEN. *noms*tiptoe39May 12 2010, 03:28:09 UTC
He was back at Bobby's house after using that last speck of angel to nick Pestilence's ring, looking much the worse for wear and still sort of feeling like he was about to hurl all over everything. Castiel didn't much like feeling this way, and the fact that he could do nothing to make himself healthier sure didn't help. Exhausted, his head in his hands, he sat in the corner of the room, breathing shallowly and trying to keep down that lunch he'd been inexplicably hungry for earlier today
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I AM SO SORRY THIS IS NOT REALLY UPLIFTING AT ALL [1/2]chibifriezaMay 12 2010, 05:57:49 UTC
[So. This is not the God of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob, nor is it the Kali of Hindu. This is effectively a pantheon in an alternate universe, because I'm Catholic, and this is definitely not my God. But I wrote it anyway, because somehow you give prompts that tug at me
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“I have not done nothing,” he corrects her. He’s not angry with her. She’s only bringing up a side of the argument he had with himself, long ago. He’s had that argument, and he’s done. “I have watched, and I have intervened to minimise the damage. I have shown consideration to those who have earned it, and as for the rest...” He can’t look at her, much as he’s certain of what he’s saying. “Freedom comes with responsibility. You know that. As you have broken from me, so have they. Their choices have led them down this road, and the strong are preying upon the weak according to the manner in which they have twisted themselves in turning away from me. This is the result of their exercise of free will. I did give it to the archangels, did you know? And as they have responsibility for those under them, so they have failed in that responsibility by allowing the circumstances that caused the deaths of so many of their soldiers. And of them.” He sighs. “I remember when they were messengers. It wasn’t so very long ago. But
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Interesting! this prompt pulled at me as well. I thought maybe Kali would hug God and it would destroy him! I like how you make him "the eldest".... I kind of feel like he might be "american god" narrowed/weakened by the ways people invoke him....
Umm...for some reason Cas ended up kinda stoned in this. It's a little weird because of that, hope it works for you anyway.
MeridianThe world...swam. He remembered the ocean, the great womb of the world, with its tides and its depths and its cold embrace. This was not that. But his sight had taken on that same hazy and liquid view, like looking through time
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It's a long flight from Philadelphia to Santa Fe, and the only way Dean would willingly board an aircraft (and Dean had nixed any unwilling scenarios pretty early) was knocked out on sleeping pills. Simple and brilliant. Save for one minor freak out on the jetway, Dean was loopy all during the safety demonstration, finally passing out just before their flight was cleared for take off.
There it is again. Dean's fingers - they're definitely moving. Petting, Sam's brain provides, gently over Sam's thigh. Not a catastrophe by any means, but it's weird.
Five minute later, Dean's entire hand is wrapped over Sam's thigh like it's his pillow and Dean is definitely turned away from the aisle. Leaning, it pushes Dean into Sam's space. Thank god there's only two seats on their side of the aisle or Dean's drugged up cuddling would start to be embarrassing.
Make that really embarrassing now as Dean's head falls on ( ... )
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YES, I MEAN FICS WHEREIN JENSEN'S ASS BECOME SENTIENT AND ACTIVELY SEEKS OUT JARED'S COCK FOR SNUGGLES. idefk.
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"Ow," says Jensen.
"What?" asks Jared.
Jensen tries to figure out how to say my ass hurts without Jared making a joke about gay sex. There is no way. "Nothing," he says.
Then it happens again. Jensen's ass, like--pulls.
"Jesus!" says Jensen. He flips over.
"Dude, are you having a spasm?" asks Jared. He sounds more intellectually interested than, like, concerned. Jared is an asshole. "Are you epileptic now?"
"I don't even--" Jensen feels his ass dragging him. Into Jared's lap.
"Uh," says Jared. Jensen's ass is, like, rubbing against Jared's dick. And there might be a purring noise coming from--a place Jensen does not want to consider.
"Uh," says Jensen. Jared's dick totally twitches against his ass.
"You know, most people just use a pickup line," says Jared.
Jensen does not dignify this with a response. He just kisses Jared.
Somewhere, under Jensen's pants, Jensen's now sentient ass smiled.
Let's not think about how.
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MeridianThe world...swam. He remembered the ocean, the great womb of the world, with its tides and its depths and its cold embrace. This was not that. But his sight had taken on that same hazy and liquid view, like looking through time ( ... )
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