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ORIGINALLY POSTED 07.25.2006
FANFIC (Supernatural)
Dean & Sam (PG, language)
Security Blanket
Dean woke up feeling warm and comfortable. He gave the shoulder of the no-doubt pretty young girl that was sleeping curled against him a light squeeze. That was an awfully meaty shoulder for a girl. Solid, too. Then, Dean remembered that he hadn't gone out to a bar the night before, and jolted. Sam made a muffled, unhappy little growl and curled closer, head tucked safely under Dean's chin.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked in an accusatory tone, making no effort to keep from jostling Sam back into consciousness. Sam groaned, groggy, and cracked one eye open to look up at his brother. His expression said it all: Oh. He's awake. Damn.
"Nothing, dude," he muttered and buried his face in his brother's neck again.
"Nothing my ass. Sammy, what the hell?"
"Mmmnnghmmph," the younger man grumbled, totally unintelligible.
"Can't hear you," Dean said, irritated.
"Had a nightmare."
"And you crawled into bed with me?" Dean blurted out around a laugh. He shrugged Sam off of him and propped himself up on his elbows. Yes, he was looking at Sam like he was insane. "Go on, get! Go molest your pillow or something."
"Dean," Sam protested, "I couldn't sleep!" It was a soft whine.
"What are you, five?"
Sam stubbornly clutched up the sheets with one hand and a patch of the hair on Dean's chest with the other, setting his mouth into a heavy pout and making it clear that he planned to stay put.
"This is the single gayest thing you've ever done. And you can be pretty gay, man."
"Shut up, Dean," Sam said, dejected. Dean wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders again and cleared his throat.
As straight-faced as he could manage, Dean said sweetly, "Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you." He snickered a moment later, adding, "Faggot."
Embarassed, Sam grumbled, "Shut up Dean. It's only gay if your balls touch."
FANFIC (Supernatural)
Dean & Sam (PG, language)
Security Blanket
Dean woke up feeling warm and comfortable. He gave the shoulder of the no-doubt pretty young girl that was sleeping curled against him a light squeeze. That was an awfully meaty shoulder for a girl. Solid, too. Then, Dean remembered that he hadn't gone out to a bar the night before, and jolted. Sam made a muffled, unhappy little growl and curled closer, head tucked safely under Dean's chin.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked in an accusatory tone, making no effort to keep from jostling Sam back into consciousness. Sam groaned, groggy, and cracked one eye open to look up at his brother. His expression said it all: Oh. He's awake. Damn.
"Nothing, dude," he muttered and buried his face in his brother's neck again.
"Nothing my ass. Sammy, what the hell?"
"Mmmnnghmmph," the younger man grumbled, totally unintelligible.
"Can't hear you," Dean said, irritated.
"Had a nightmare."
"And you crawled into bed with me?" Dean blurted out around a laugh. He shrugged Sam off of him and propped himself up on his elbows. Yes, he was looking at Sam like he was insane. "Go on, get! Go molest your pillow or something."
"Dean," Sam protested, "I couldn't sleep!" It was a soft whine.
"What are you, five?"
Sam stubbornly clutched up the sheets with one hand and a patch of the hair on Dean's chest with the other, setting his mouth into a heavy pout and making it clear that he planned to stay put.
"This is the single gayest thing you've ever done. And you can be pretty gay, man."
"Shut up, Dean," Sam said, dejected. Dean wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders again and cleared his throat.
As straight-faced as he could manage, Dean said sweetly, "Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you." He snickered a moment later, adding, "Faggot."
Embarassed, Sam grumbled, "Shut up Dean. It's only gay if your balls touch."
