Cliche ficlet
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gilascaveI requested some cliche prompts, and will be posting 'em as I get 'em done.
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SPN Sam/Dean
A Spell Made Us Do It
"Sa-a-am." Dean knew he was whining, and normally he would shoot himself before letting himself use *that* tone of voice, even when drunk off his ass. BUt he couldn't help it. Sam - his brother, his partner, his reason for living - was moving away from him. He reached out to grab Sam's arm, and his fingers barely brushed his brother's sleeve. "Sammy!" he pleaded, not above getting down on his knees to beg.
Or other things. Other things would be pretty damn fine, in fact, and Dean looked at Sam's belt, already mentally getting it open and unzipping the fly.
A cold splash of water hit his face. "What the fu--!" Dean shook his head, water dripping into his eyes. He glared up at Sam -- he'd gone down to his knees, and Sam's face was way the hell up there. Dean glowered. "The hell was that for?"
"Do you feel better now?" Sam asked, still holding the pitcher in one hand.
"I feel *wetter*," Dean snapped. "Do you have a reason or are you just being a bitch?"
"Oh, let's see," Sam said, thoughtfully -- but glaring back at him like this was all Dean's fault. "How about the way you shoved your hand down my pants then tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth? Doesn't strike you as a little odd, especially as we just walked out of a Hiaythin's den, where she cackled evilly right before you killed her, saying you'd regret it?"
Dean glared back. "Seeing as how it was five minutes ago, yeah, I think I remember. So you try to drown me? Because I got laughed at by a evil pixie?"
Sam looked at him, disbelievingly. "And your behavior doesn't strike you as the slightest bit abnormal?"
"Since when is me sucking you off abnormal?"
Sam gestured around them. "Since we're standing in the middle of a shopping mall in the middle of the day?"
Dean looked. Sure enough there were a bunch of old folks staring at them in shock, and a few moms holding their hands over their kids' eyes, and a security guard standing a few yards away, talking frantically into his radio. Dean realised he hadn't come any closer because of the shotgun Sam was still holding.
"Stupid fucking Hiaythin," Dean grumbled. Stupid pixies, making their homes in a mall fountain. "It was middle of the night when we broke in here."
"Time slows down inside a pixie den, Dean. You know that. Now can we go? I believe you made me an offer that you are *not* getting out of."
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angstpuppySPN Sam/Dean
A Spell Made Us Do It
"Sa-a-am." Dean knew he was whining, and normally he would shoot himself before letting himself use *that* tone of voice, even when drunk off his ass. BUt he couldn't help it. Sam - his brother, his partner, his reason for living - was moving away from him. He reached out to grab Sam's arm, and his fingers barely brushed his brother's sleeve. "Sammy!" he pleaded, not above getting down on his knees to beg.
Or other things. Other things would be pretty damn fine, in fact, and Dean looked at Sam's belt, already mentally getting it open and unzipping the fly.
A cold splash of water hit his face. "What the fu--!" Dean shook his head, water dripping into his eyes. He glared up at Sam -- he'd gone down to his knees, and Sam's face was way the hell up there. Dean glowered. "The hell was that for?"
"Do you feel better now?" Sam asked, still holding the pitcher in one hand.
"I feel *wetter*," Dean snapped. "Do you have a reason or are you just being a bitch?"
"Oh, let's see," Sam said, thoughtfully -- but glaring back at him like this was all Dean's fault. "How about the way you shoved your hand down my pants then tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth? Doesn't strike you as a little odd, especially as we just walked out of a Hiaythin's den, where she cackled evilly right before you killed her, saying you'd regret it?"
Dean glared back. "Seeing as how it was five minutes ago, yeah, I think I remember. So you try to drown me? Because I got laughed at by a evil pixie?"
Sam looked at him, disbelievingly. "And your behavior doesn't strike you as the slightest bit abnormal?"
"Since when is me sucking you off abnormal?"
Sam gestured around them. "Since we're standing in the middle of a shopping mall in the middle of the day?"
Dean looked. Sure enough there were a bunch of old folks staring at them in shock, and a few moms holding their hands over their kids' eyes, and a security guard standing a few yards away, talking frantically into his radio. Dean realised he hadn't come any closer because of the shotgun Sam was still holding.
"Stupid fucking Hiaythin," Dean grumbled. Stupid pixies, making their homes in a mall fountain. "It was middle of the night when we broke in here."
"Time slows down inside a pixie den, Dean. You know that. Now can we go? I believe you made me an offer that you are *not* getting out of."