Sweet Surrender

[lipsticknguns]

Author's Note: ~2000 words. NC-17.

Sweet Surrender

The dive is busy this time of night. People stream in and out through the heavy doors, throwing their heads back, laughing and joking. The doors swing open and shut every now and then and offer a glimpse into the crowded parking lot illuminated by the moon and flickering streetlights.

Comments

[lipsticknguns]

Aw, thanks for reading!

[zara_zee]

See now this kinda seems believable. Both of their mindsets seem pretty much like what you'd expect from a drunk canon Sam and Dean and the result... we all know Show will never go there, but if they did it'd be something like this! :)

[lipsticknguns]

Aww, this is probably the best kind of feedback--when you're told that this is how it would play out on the show (which it won't). But thank you so, so much! I really appreciate it!

[verucasalt123]

He’s almost got his finger on it, almost figured out what was bothering him before, but Sam’s thumb starts up a rhythm over his pulse point and all coherent thought vanishes.

Perfection. Loved this!

[lipsticknguns]

Aw, thank you so much for reading & reviewing. :)

[sleepypercy]

Loved the "serious face" moment - I had to stop and imagine both of theirs and then literally laughed out loud.

[lipsticknguns]

So glad you enjoyed! :)

[blackrabbit42]

Now I want to know what was so important about the guy, the one with the hair.

Hee hee! Fun fic! Thanks for sharing!

:)

[lipsticknguns]

Thanks for reading. :)