Eight Cozy Nights: Love, War, and Snowball Fights
Title: Love, War, and Snowball Fights
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 587
Notes: For rejeneration: "Sam/Dean (OMG, PLEASE) -- snowball fights, wintery kisses, laughter and lots of love. <3 <3"
Summary: All's fair. Also, there is a lot of schmoopy making out.
Love, War, and Snowball Fights:
"Come on, I'll make it easy!" Dean says standing up from the snow bank, arms spread wide. 'C'mon, free shot, Sammy! Hit me!"
The snowball from the other side of the field comes flying up, arcs over and lands just inches away from Dean's boot. Dean grabs his sides and bursts into laughter, crouching down to the ground.
"Shut up! I'm getting too much wind resistance!" Sam yells from behind his makeshift snow fortress. Dean scoops up a handful of snow and inches closer to him.
"Oh yeah?" Dean asks, peering over the edges to where Sam is packing up a ball of snow to throw back at Dean. Dean simply holds the slushball over Sam's head and lets it drop down onto him.
Dean takes off running as Sam lobs another snowball at him and chases him through the snow-covered field. "Man, that wind resistance is a bitch!" Dean yells over his shoulder.
Sam tackles him into the ground and Dean goes down with a laugh and a yelp as the cold hits his cheeks and the snow tickles his ear. Dean turns onto his back as Sam covers him with his body, weight resting on his lap as Sam straddles his hips and pelts him with a snowball.
Dean grabs Sam's hands and holds them still. "This is cheating, you know?"
"All's fair," Sam says with a smile, bending down to touch Dean's lips with his own. The kiss is soft, sweet and Sam's mouth is cold against his own. Dean squeezes Sam's arms tighter, bringing them close down to his face where they cup his cheeks, mitten-covered thumb sliding over stubble.
Dean releases his arms and says, "Give up?" flicking snowflakes against his nose. "You know I won." Sam rubs the specks of white off his face and sighs.
Dean's breath is a wisp of white smoke in the air as Sam slips his fingers into the knot of Dean's scarf, revealing the skin of his neck that Sam's mouth can attack. Dean's voice is deep and rough, groaning as Sam works all the spots he knows-the map of Dean's body, burned into his memory. All the scars, slivers he can kiss and nip against, coat buttons popping open to reveal more and more flesh, collarbone and the dusting of light-brown freckles against the pale skin.
Dean rips off his gloves, crushing his fingers into Sam's hair, tossing the wool cap to the ground. Dean yanks and pulls Sam down, kissing his cheek and whispering encouraging words into Sam's ear. "So good, Sammy. You're so good."
"I know," Sam says licking and sucking down Dean's chest, the touch of his mouth and skin driving Dean wild with the sensations of warmth and cold against his body. Sam yanks Dean's undershirt down as far as he can at the collar, licks and sucks a nipple until it's hard and teases it with his tongue, Dean bucks up into the sensation. Head rolling back into the snowbank and fingers fisting Sam's hair.
Sam smiles wickedly as he leans up and shovels an armful of snow on top of Dean's naked chest, stuffing as much as he can under his shirt. "I'll never surrender," he says and nips Dean's earlobe before he takes off laughing.
"Bitch, when I catch you, I am dumping an avalanche down your pants!" Dean shouts and squirms, trying to get the snow off his body and chase him down.
The Winchesters have never played fair in love, war, or snowball fights.
Eight Cozy Nights 2008:Eight Cozy Nights #1: Working In Pairs [Sam/Dean] Eight Cozy Nights #2: Oi To The World [Jared/Jensen/Misha] Eight Cozy Nights #3: Love, War, and Snowball Fights [Sam/Dean] Eight Cozy Nights #4: Hot Stuff [Jared/Jensen] Eight Cozy Nights #5: In The Glow [Jensen/Jared] Eight Cozy Nights #6: Angels We Have Heard On High [Sam/Dean, Castiel] Eight Cozy Nights #7: Blades of Chad [Jared/Jensen] Eight Cozy Nights #8: Aurora [Sam/Dean]
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 587
Notes: For rejeneration: "Sam/Dean (OMG, PLEASE) -- snowball fights, wintery kisses, laughter and lots of love. <3 <3"
Summary: All's fair. Also, there is a lot of schmoopy making out.
Love, War, and Snowball Fights:
"Come on, I'll make it easy!" Dean says standing up from the snow bank, arms spread wide. 'C'mon, free shot, Sammy! Hit me!"
The snowball from the other side of the field comes flying up, arcs over and lands just inches away from Dean's boot. Dean grabs his sides and bursts into laughter, crouching down to the ground.
"Shut up! I'm getting too much wind resistance!" Sam yells from behind his makeshift snow fortress. Dean scoops up a handful of snow and inches closer to him.
"Oh yeah?" Dean asks, peering over the edges to where Sam is packing up a ball of snow to throw back at Dean. Dean simply holds the slushball over Sam's head and lets it drop down onto him.
Dean takes off running as Sam lobs another snowball at him and chases him through the snow-covered field. "Man, that wind resistance is a bitch!" Dean yells over his shoulder.
Sam tackles him into the ground and Dean goes down with a laugh and a yelp as the cold hits his cheeks and the snow tickles his ear. Dean turns onto his back as Sam covers him with his body, weight resting on his lap as Sam straddles his hips and pelts him with a snowball.
Dean grabs Sam's hands and holds them still. "This is cheating, you know?"
"All's fair," Sam says with a smile, bending down to touch Dean's lips with his own. The kiss is soft, sweet and Sam's mouth is cold against his own. Dean squeezes Sam's arms tighter, bringing them close down to his face where they cup his cheeks, mitten-covered thumb sliding over stubble.
Dean releases his arms and says, "Give up?" flicking snowflakes against his nose. "You know I won." Sam rubs the specks of white off his face and sighs.
Dean's breath is a wisp of white smoke in the air as Sam slips his fingers into the knot of Dean's scarf, revealing the skin of his neck that Sam's mouth can attack. Dean's voice is deep and rough, groaning as Sam works all the spots he knows-the map of Dean's body, burned into his memory. All the scars, slivers he can kiss and nip against, coat buttons popping open to reveal more and more flesh, collarbone and the dusting of light-brown freckles against the pale skin.
Dean rips off his gloves, crushing his fingers into Sam's hair, tossing the wool cap to the ground. Dean yanks and pulls Sam down, kissing his cheek and whispering encouraging words into Sam's ear. "So good, Sammy. You're so good."
"I know," Sam says licking and sucking down Dean's chest, the touch of his mouth and skin driving Dean wild with the sensations of warmth and cold against his body. Sam yanks Dean's undershirt down as far as he can at the collar, licks and sucks a nipple until it's hard and teases it with his tongue, Dean bucks up into the sensation. Head rolling back into the snowbank and fingers fisting Sam's hair.
Sam smiles wickedly as he leans up and shovels an armful of snow on top of Dean's naked chest, stuffing as much as he can under his shirt. "I'll never surrender," he says and nips Dean's earlobe before he takes off laughing.
"Bitch, when I catch you, I am dumping an avalanche down your pants!" Dean shouts and squirms, trying to get the snow off his body and chase him down.
The Winchesters have never played fair in love, war, or snowball fights.
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