Re: Daisies Running Riot, 2/2prufrock_26June 12 2012, 22:50:46 UTC
Dean's bent over a leafy pot when Sam emerges from the cool of the house into the blinking sunlight of the back porch. He's got his leg propped on a duffel bag in front of him, one hand scratching absentmindedly at the heavily autographed cast (Sam counts at least four different names with pronounced hearts and kisses, and wonders if any of them are the cute girl with the yellow mystery flowers). He's so caught up in drizzling rusty warm tap water into the damp potting soil that he doesn't look up until Sam clips him lightly on the shoulder
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Re: Daisies Running Riot, 2/2mad_serverJune 12 2012, 23:27:07 UTC
:DDDD
YOU MAKE ME MAKE NOISES
Silky happy warm wood, and sleepy warm flower-smell, and DEAN FONDLING VIOLETS AND LIGHTING UP AT BEGONIAS, and Sam being like, "You're too hot my buddy, I'mma take you inside soon," and Dean being all GIVE ME THE PLAAAANT.
Re: Daisies Running Riot, 2/2prufrock_26June 13 2012, 19:12:49 UTC
See why I like your prompts so much? They let me write cozy, delicious things like this, and then everything is sleepy and warm and I've given Dean a passion for begonias and I don't even care. ♥
Sam emerges from the basement, dusty treasures in hand. Dean's at the sink and Sam grins at his back. "Hey. Guess what I..." He trails off as Dean turns to face him. Sam drops his prize and pulls out his Glock. "Don't move!"
The face is misshapen, all bulgy and swollen. Sam looks into the eyes and recognizes his brother. Dean's hands creep up in surrender just as Sam's arms sag.
"It's me," Dean says through a bent and puffy mouth.
"Dean... Jesus."
A bug buzzes up out of Dean's jacket. Dean claps it flat between his hands. "Found us some wasps," he pants. He examines his palms, then wipes them on his pants. "Hope you didn't want any."
Sam glances out the window at the dilapidated barn. "Uh. No."
"How was the basement? Better luck?"
Squatting down, Sam gathers up his stack of old books. "Frankenstein. Second edition
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I just want to be here so bad, with Sam tending to Dean in an old painted house with cool old books and TURQUOISE FLOORBOARDS and reading to him and LOOOOOVE.
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FUCKING RIGHT THEY DO
BECAUSE SO CUUUUTE
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Omg. /hearts in eyes
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I NOMINATE YOUUUUU
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♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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YOU MAKE ME MAKE NOISES
Silky happy warm wood, and sleepy warm flower-smell, and DEAN FONDLING VIOLETS AND LIGHTING UP AT BEGONIAS, and Sam being like, "You're too hot my buddy, I'mma take you inside soon," and Dean being all GIVE ME THE PLAAAANT.
Oh god. It's everything I wanted and more. ♥
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YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE
WITH STINGERS AND 'POINT'
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The face is misshapen, all bulgy and swollen. Sam looks into the eyes and recognizes his brother. Dean's hands creep up in surrender just as Sam's arms sag.
"It's me," Dean says through a bent and puffy mouth.
"Dean... Jesus."
A bug buzzes up out of Dean's jacket. Dean claps it flat between his hands. "Found us some wasps," he pants. He examines his palms, then wipes them on his pants. "Hope you didn't want any."
Sam glances out the window at the dilapidated barn. "Uh. No."
"How was the basement? Better luck?"
Squatting down, Sam gathers up his stack of old books. "Frankenstein. Second edition ( ... )
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I just want to be here so bad, with Sam tending to Dean in an old painted house with cool old books and TURQUOISE FLOORBOARDS and reading to him and LOOOOOVE.
Thank you thank you thank you!
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