Re: It was a dark and stormy nighthansons_angelDecember 19 2011, 03:53:49 UTC
I see someone else is going to try this one, but I am -- feeling this one SO MUCH that I hope it's okay if I fill it as well? It might take a little bit, what with the holidays and work and trying to find time to imbibe and all, LOL. . .but I really like this idea. . .
HI! I bet you thought I'd forgotten about this prompt. <3
#4 of my fic Five Times Sam Played With Dean's Hair, posted hereRufus's cabin might have been safe, but it wasn't reliable. Two weeks into their 'vacation' there was a crack, a spark, and then the whole cabin had been plunged into darkness. Bobby'd declared the whole thing fried, and no point trying to fix anything till daybreak. He'd disappeared into the cabin's only bedroom shortly afterwards, leaving Sam and Dean with the couch and a half dozen candles that Sam had managed to find at the back of the closet. They smelled kind of like moth balls and dripped wax like faucets, but Sam had arranged them around the couch to form a little bubble of light and then shoved Dean into one corner so he could stretch out beside him. Dean, for his part, just muttered a little and rubbed his face into the back of the couch. Sam didn't even think he'd noticed the power going out, which said something to both how tired he must be and the painkillers he was on
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Re: FILL: Untitledmad_serverJuly 29 2012, 00:36:10 UTC
Aaaaah what a great surprise! YOU AND YOUR SLEEPY DEAN AND YOUR CUDDLES. The super-drippy candles made this so cozy and so real, and then Dean getting all snuggly in his weakened state and Sam gently scritching him... happy times, happy times. ♥
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#4 of my fic Five Times Sam Played With Dean's Hair, posted hereRufus's cabin might have been safe, but it wasn't reliable. Two weeks into their 'vacation' there was a crack, a spark, and then the whole cabin had been plunged into darkness. Bobby'd declared the whole thing fried, and no point trying to fix anything till daybreak. He'd disappeared into the cabin's only bedroom shortly afterwards, leaving Sam and Dean with the couch and a half dozen candles that Sam had managed to find at the back of the closet. They smelled kind of like moth balls and dripped wax like faucets, but Sam had arranged them around the couch to form a little bubble of light and then shoved Dean into one corner so he could stretch out beside him. Dean, for his part, just muttered a little and rubbed his face into the back of the couch. Sam didn't even think he'd noticed the power going out, which said something to both how tired he must be and the painkillers he was on ( ... )
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