PixCT: 02.25
It's that time again...
Fic
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
~450 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
DruCT: 02.18
PixCT: 02.18
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Today
DruCT: 02.25
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~450 words
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Dru’s Pic Pick
Sam didn't want anything Dean had to offer that year for his birthday.
He didn't want to drive the Impala over the speed limit down the backroads with Dean in the passenger seat. He didn't want to stay up all night and watch dirty movies with more blood and guts and sex than Dad would ever allow. He didn't want Dean to spend all day with his head between Sam's legs and suck his cock until Sam couldn't breathe.
Sure, Sam admitted, all of those things sounded good. Maybe he'd even want those later, sort of as a belated birthday gift. But, that wasn't what he wanted right now.
Right now, Sam wanted Dean to start up the Impala and drive into town. Dad was gone for the week, maybe even longer he had said before he'd left, so it was just Dean and Sam and their little trailer on the back part--the bad part--of town.
Dean pulled up to the abandoned building Sam directed him to. In the parking lot, where the grass grew through the asphalt cracks, Sam climbed out with Dean not far behind. Sam picked the lock on the heavy chains wrapped around the doors, and he slipped into the darkened building.
Inside, the late afternoon sun was streaming down through the broken windows, and Sam walked across the empty space to a pile of crates in the corner, his footsteps loud in the stillness.
"She's in there," he said, looking over his shoulder to Dean. "I can't get her to come out, though."
"She?" Dean echoed, confused. He approached Sam and squatted down near the hole that Sam was pointing to. Inside, a single yellow eye stared back at him, orange fur and long whiskers, the rest of the face hidden behind the crates. "It's a cat," Dean finally said.
"She needs a good home. I thought with Dad being gone we could take care of her for a while."
Dean considered this, knew that pets weren't something that they had in their lives, too much moving around, too much chaos, but this would be for Sam. It was what Sam wanted. So, with some gentle coaxing and pieces of beef jerky from the car, the cat slowly crept out from the crates.
Carefully, Sam bent down and picked her up, wrapping his coat around the cat as she nuzzled against his shoulder, purring while Dean continued to feed her the bits of jerky.
"We can take her home, right?" Sam asked.
"As long as Dad doesn't find out."
"All right," Sam said, smiling, "he won't."
Dean smiled back, petted the cat on the top of the head. "Happy birthday, Sammy."
Sam looked up at Dean and grinned. "Thanks."
"Best big brother ever?" Dean said with a wink.
"Best big brother forever," Sam agreed.
End
Fic
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
DruCT: 02.18
PixCT: 02.18
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Today
DruCT: 02.25
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~450 words
- - - - -
Dru’s Pic Pick
Sam didn't want anything Dean had to offer that year for his birthday.
He didn't want to drive the Impala over the speed limit down the backroads with Dean in the passenger seat. He didn't want to stay up all night and watch dirty movies with more blood and guts and sex than Dad would ever allow. He didn't want Dean to spend all day with his head between Sam's legs and suck his cock until Sam couldn't breathe.
Sure, Sam admitted, all of those things sounded good. Maybe he'd even want those later, sort of as a belated birthday gift. But, that wasn't what he wanted right now.
Right now, Sam wanted Dean to start up the Impala and drive into town. Dad was gone for the week, maybe even longer he had said before he'd left, so it was just Dean and Sam and their little trailer on the back part--the bad part--of town.
Dean pulled up to the abandoned building Sam directed him to. In the parking lot, where the grass grew through the asphalt cracks, Sam climbed out with Dean not far behind. Sam picked the lock on the heavy chains wrapped around the doors, and he slipped into the darkened building.
Inside, the late afternoon sun was streaming down through the broken windows, and Sam walked across the empty space to a pile of crates in the corner, his footsteps loud in the stillness.
"She's in there," he said, looking over his shoulder to Dean. "I can't get her to come out, though."
"She?" Dean echoed, confused. He approached Sam and squatted down near the hole that Sam was pointing to. Inside, a single yellow eye stared back at him, orange fur and long whiskers, the rest of the face hidden behind the crates. "It's a cat," Dean finally said.
"She needs a good home. I thought with Dad being gone we could take care of her for a while."
Dean considered this, knew that pets weren't something that they had in their lives, too much moving around, too much chaos, but this would be for Sam. It was what Sam wanted. So, with some gentle coaxing and pieces of beef jerky from the car, the cat slowly crept out from the crates.
Carefully, Sam bent down and picked her up, wrapping his coat around the cat as she nuzzled against his shoulder, purring while Dean continued to feed her the bits of jerky.
"We can take her home, right?" Sam asked.
"As long as Dad doesn't find out."
"All right," Sam said, smiling, "he won't."
Dean smiled back, petted the cat on the top of the head. "Happy birthday, Sammy."
Sam looked up at Dean and grinned. "Thanks."
"Best big brother ever?" Dean said with a wink.
"Best big brother forever," Sam agreed.
End