I HAVE HAD A DECENT MONDAY. Don't come home and fuck it up, Kim & Mimi & Isreal! It is about nine thousand degrees out and staying in stuffy classrooms while still suffering from yesterday's migraine (really, I had two drinks on Saturday!) does not agree with me, BUT the last three periods were spent in the computer room "job searching." Which
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AND my drabble request is Faith/Fred, let's kick this back olllllllld school.
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Annnnd, I will get on that! :D
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SCORE.
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It's hilarious because it's SO TRUE.
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It just sort of happens this way. They're in Tampa, and Dean gets mauled by some werewolf, gets the shit ripped out of his shoulder. What happens is, Sam cleans Dean up on the side of the road, and his hands shake like they used to years ago, when Dean first showed him how to do all of this. Dean bitches about the pain the whole time, to distract Sam from how bad it looks (because, really, it’s not that bad). What happens is normal, whatever; they find a hotel and Dean sleeps off the pain in his shoulder with a little help from whiskey and valium and a little Magic Fingers, except then -
Okay, the thing is, Sam gets breakfast the next morning. Dean wakes up and his head feels like a night of tequila and stale cigarettes (or like he got attacked by a fucking werewolf), but the smell of maple syrup and eggs and pancakes and bacon hits him, and it’s like a slice of fucking heaven, right there in some crappy hotel room.
What happens is, Dean bitches and gripes that he isn’t five, ( ... )
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This is beyond perfect, Rachel. The language between them and how DEAN initiates, how Sam responds to it and it's just them and sweet and PERFECT. Gorgeous. ♥♥
Thank you ever so much, sweetness. :)
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“Shut it,” Jensen mutters but really, he gave up on this an hour ago. There’s not just flour on his eyebrows, or on his face, or in his hair - there’s flour covering every surface of the kitchen, and probably the living room, and maybe the dogs where they left them outside. It’s like some kind of pollen, all over the house, and all because Jared expressed a little homesickness, a little desire for homemade chocolate chip cookies and Jensen thought, okay, we have this huge kitchen and a million cooking utensils that we never need, so why not?
He doesn’t know how this went so wrong. Or, anyway, he’s not willing to admit to why this went so wrong ( ... )
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I love this SO FRIGGING MUCH. Idek. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Ginormatron!Jared and cranky!baker!Jensen and kissing sugar off lips and sticky fingers on hips and just. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYS IN LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE. Idek how you did it, but your Jensen tastes YUMMY here. That could be just me because I'm weird like that and I like delicious boys who bake and cook and stuff, but most of all I like Jensen and you wrote him so perfect and sweet and hot. Adorable, adorable Jared who's not at all stupid and might just be the smartest Jared that ever existed because he kissed Jensen when it's most necessary.
*inhales*
Have I scared you off yet, babycakes?
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