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Fic: Cracked Cement PondwetsammySeptember 25 2016, 15:41:17 UTC
name: wetsammy email: wetsammywinchester@gmail.com link: Cracked Cement Pond on AO3 summary: Dean stood with his hands on his hips at the side of the cracked cement pond that passed for a pool in their current motel. It wasn't much but it was more than they usually got from the dives they stayed at. info for artists: 1,639-word pwp excuse for possessive dean and his not-so-little brother to get wet snippet:
Dean was tilting his head for a better view when his shoulder was bumped from behind.
"I see you're checking out the locals all ready." His brother was dressed identically to him, no shirt and cut-off jeans, but Dean felt an unreasonable flash of anger at Sam, that he would walk out uncovered like that in front of people. Without a belt on, the jean shorts fell low on Sam's hips and would drop even lower when wet. Sam should know better than that, how it would look, and the thought made Dean's gut twist darkly.
"We don't have to swim right now." Dean said, pulling black sunglasses over his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest.
email: wetsammywinchester@gmail.com
link: Cracked Cement Pond on AO3
summary: Dean stood with his hands on his hips at the side of the cracked cement pond that passed for a pool in their current motel. It wasn't much but it was more than they usually got from the dives they stayed at.
info for artists: 1,639-word pwp excuse for possessive dean and his not-so-little brother to get wet
snippet:
Dean was tilting his head for a better view when his shoulder was bumped from behind.
"I see you're checking out the locals all ready." His brother was dressed identically to him, no shirt and cut-off jeans, but Dean felt an unreasonable flash of anger at Sam, that he would walk out uncovered like that in front of people. Without a belt on, the jean shorts fell low on Sam's hips and would drop even lower when wet. Sam should know better than that, how it would look, and the thought made Dean's gut twist darkly.
"We don't have to swim right now." Dean said, pulling black sunglasses over his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest.
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