201. fuck or die meme

[wildfidgey]

THE FUCK OR DIE MEME

Aaah, the sound of birds chirping outside your bedroom window. The sun is shining in through the windows. That weird collar around your neck is ticking, ready to self destuct soon. You crack your eyes open.
....Wait. How did that collar get there? What is this? It cannot come off, no matter how hard you pull at it.
And something

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Future!Dean Winchester ~ Supernatural

[needtoknowonly]

[well, it's post-Apocalypse. He shouldn't really be surprised, right?]

[mimickingly]

[Waking up in a place he's never seen before with no memory of how he'd gotten there, especially after being taken to said place against his will, is really not a new thing to Peter. The collar and the note, though - that takes things to an entirely new level.

Two facts, he's aware of. He can't get the damn thing off, and he needs to find another person - not necessarily to rip the clothes off of, if there is another way to avoid this gruesome fate that apparently awaits him, but because he figures that teaming up with someone will make it considerably easier to find whoever's responsible or figure out how to deactivate the collar.

There has to be people around, right? According to the slip of paper, there should be. That's the whole point.]

Hello?

[needtoknowonly]

[Dean's neck is sporting red skin and bruises because of the methods he's used to try and get the fucking death-trap off. He's not in the best mood, Peter, so excuse the snippy attitude when he happens upon you... and immediately pulls out his gun] Hey! [oh. fuck. no. It had to be a guy... right? Had to -]

[mimickingly]

[Peter's not too happy about this situation, either, but he'll try to be decent towards this stranger regardless of that. And yeah, he can excuse the snippy attitude, seeing as it's hardly personal, but having a gun shoved in his face? Let's just take a second to calm down.

He raises his hands automatically in a surrendering gesture, taking a small step back.]

Take it easy, will you?

[needtoknowonly]

[take it easy? It's the end of the world here... there's not time to take it -] Tsk. [but he's no Croat, and for this, Dean is thankful... he does lower his weapon, but he's guarded] Who the Hell're you?

[indestructigirl]

[Claire checks out the note, then looks over at Dean. Sorry, she can't help but find the situation sort of funny.] Fuck you? Oh, no, please don't make me! [She giggles, shades of the old Claire shining through as she smirks up at him, the collar forgotten.] Could be worse, right babe?

[She could have been stuck with Cas..]

[needtoknowonly]

[don't mind him, he's just gonna be tucking his nose in against her hair as he holds her close. Relief? Understatement. He thought he'd lost with this newest ploy of evil... he's glad it's her...]

Jeez. [and she's the same as ever, waking up and going 'okay!' is just so Claire it makes him smile despite the raised brow]

What say we make it last, angel? [there was no qualms here, whatsoever. And hey.. they could use a little more alone time. Never hurt]

[indestructigirl]

Note says we got three hours. Let's take our sweet time. [Yeah... Claire was content to make this last. They got so precious little time together. So what if the circumstances were a little... weird.

Her arms looped around his waist, hands flat against his back. She let her head rest against his chest, nuzzling there with a deep sigh. Still, she was so in love with him, couldn't get enough. She breathed him in, eyes closing.] Mine.

[needtoknowonly]

Yeah... [he nodded. Who else would he want in this situation but her?] M'right here. [he held her closer, arms gentle as he pressed her down beneath him, seeking her lips out. He didn't care where they were...] Claire.

[indestructigirl]

Dean, baby. [She mumbled against his lips, eager to kiss him. Her arms curled tighter around him as she let him lay her back down on the bed. It did not get any better than this, waking up with her man and having nothing else to do but make love... it didn't happen often these days, if at all. Claire was content to take the blessing as it came, kissing him slowly and savoring it.]

[needtoknowonly]

[of course, being who he is... Dean is thinking a little bit about this sex-pedemic scouring his camp... but he's sure the guys won't mind an excuse for some fun.. Unless they wind up with the first person they see being someone they hated, or a Croat...

That's amusing and he snuffs a laugh against Claire's shoulder - god] Nn... Cas'll have fun, either way with this, doncha think, baby? [his fingers ghost over her shoulders and down her lower back, under that shirt of his that she's wearing... the plaid worn, faded with time]

[indestructigirl]

He's probably loving this. Not as much as I am right now, though. [This shirt was her favorite, the softest and coziest; the oldest. His smell had become one with the fabric, smells like home. Her fingers slipped up under his t-shirt, toying with the soft cotton, lifting it up to feel his skin. She traced over his muscles, over old scars, most of which she remembered him getting.]

[needtoknowonly]

[now, when she touches him, there's a lot more scars. Ridges on his skin from too-close calls. Some he never thought he'd make it out of despite the gameface he put on... She's one of the reasons he can and he can't forget this...] Ah...

[indestructigirl]

[She was aware of his worries, even if he didn't voice them. Hell, she shared them, and then some. But now wasn't the time to focus on that. Now, it was about them. She tugged his shirt up higher, over his head and away, eyes lingering over his form. Still so sexy, even with all the scars that she was sure he'd rather not have... and all hers.

Loving hands smoothed over his chest, up over his shoulders as she pressed up to kiss him tenderly. Normally she'd be hurrying, eager to have him right away, but hey, the note did say they had three hours before the collars would go off. She intended to savor every second.] Mm...

[needtoknowonly]

[his eyes softened slightly before slowly closing, head tilted against her lips as his own fingers moved.

Smoothing over her bare back under that shirt and pulling it away so there's nothing between them but his jeans... his fingers hooking into her panties and tugging slowly down as he licked along her neck...]

[indestructigirl]

[Her hips wiggled, pressing against him enticingly while he was working to get her panties down. It just wouldn't be Claire if she didn't tease him a little. She lets her hands run down over his stomach, fingers nimbly making short work of the button and zipper of his jeans, though she doesn't hurry to tug them down.]