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spnroundtable this month but my problem isn't getting stories to rec, it's narrowing it down and deciding what I want to rec first. Heh. I need to categorise the big mess of links I've been keeping.
- Work is progressing slowly for myspn_summergen fic. However, it's pretty cool when *just* when the Big Bang fics will trickle off these ones will start posting. We're pretty spoiled as a fandom for these few months.
- I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic. Give me some five!things fic prompts if you're so inclined. My boss is away so I need something to fill the day up with.
spnroundtable this month but my problem isn't getting stories to rec, it's narrowing it down and deciding what I want to rec first. Heh. I need to categorise the big mess of links I've been keeping. - Work is progressing slowly for my
spn_summergen fic. However, it's pretty cool when *just* when the Big Bang fics will trickle off these ones will start posting. We're pretty spoiled as a fandom for these few months.- I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic. Give me some five!things fic prompts if you're so inclined. My boss is away so I need something to fill the day up with.
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5 times Teal'k didn't say "indeed". (you get extra brownie points if Cam makes an appearance somehow)
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You do realise people are gonna know I'm writing the word cock at work because my cheeks will be a'flaming.
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Five times Dean's teachers that saw how awesome he was (and Dean didn't know about it). =)
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"I'm not wearing that."
Jackson has his innocent face on which Cameron has learned he always wears when he's up to something truly evil. Right now, Jackson is holding aloft what looks like a skirt made of leaves and old condoms and he's enthusing about how traditional it is and how the village elders simply insist Cameron wears it during negotiations.
It, and nothing else.
"Do you really want to risk civil unrest just because you don't like people to see your knees?" Daniel asks, injecting I can't believe you're so selfish into his tone which is an accomplishment.
"I can hear Teal'c and Sam snickering outside," Cameron points out.
"Oh, well, um, they're laughing at a joke I told them... before."
"What joke?"
Jackson furrows his brow for a moment before he says, "What's the last thing to go through a bug's brain when it hits your windshield?" When Cameron just stares at Jackson blankly he says, "Its ass."
Cameron snorts but smacks a hand over his mouth quickly. "Okay, yes, funny, but I'm still not falling for it."
Later, when they are tumbling through the Event Horizon onto the ramp in the SGC, arrows and crude spears following them, Daniel has the good grace not to say I told you so.
But he does look smug.
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"Never?"
"No."
"Never, ever?"
"No."
"You mean... ever?"
"No Cameron, I have never eaten cotton candy. There weren't too many fairs when I went from dig to dig with my parents."
Cameron sits back for a moment, rubbing his chin. Finally he huffs a sigh and says, "No, but really? Never?"
Daniel drops his head onto his desk.
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"How did you get this number?"
"I just want to make sure it's really true."
"Yes Mitchell, Daniel has never had cotton candy."
"It's just... that's so wrong."
"He's probably never had a hotdog either. I made him eat his first burger."
"Now you're just pulling my leg."
"How about I just order you to believe me and to go to sleep. It's two in the morning here so I'm assuming it's some godforsaken time wherever you are too."
"Sure, thanks General."
4.
Cameron looks over Daniel's bruised face, taped-up ribs and the way he winces when he puts any weight on his right foot. "And you weren't tortured?" he asks again.
"Seriously, they were just confused and scared."
"They were confused and scared for six days?" Cameron prods because Daniel had been missing for that long, taken by a group of underfed, desperate freedom fighters from PG6-909 who were unhappy with how their government just kept getting richer and their people starved. Cameron understands the sentiment but he still wants to cut through them because he doesn't know what else to do with the anger he's feeling every time he sees Daniel's face.
Daniel levels his gaze at Cameron and says, "Yes."
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"Ever since I saw you."
Cameron blinks. "Really? Because I thought you had something with..." He doesn't really want to finish the sentence but Daniel's a translator by nature, picks up naunce and gesture like spoken language.
"Jack?"
"Yeah," Cameron says, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"I love Jack, always will. I want you."
"Oh," Cameron says intelligently and then grins. "Okay."
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"And then he plunges his... ahem into her velvet love tunnel over and-"
"Wait."
"What?"
"Did you just clear your throat instead of a word?"
"What? No, why would I do that?"
"I think you did. I think you cleared your throat instead of saying the C-word, didn't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Jared, you're the one who insisted on reading me True Blood Adult fanfiction because you have a hard-on for vampire porn. Least you can do is actually say all the words."
"I don't... hang on. Did you just say C-word?"
"What? No I didn't."
"You did! You didn't say it either!"
"Shut up!"
"No, really!"
"Just... stop judging me."
"I didn't say anything."
"You don't have to. You judge me with your eyes."
"Can I finish this uninterrupted now?"
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"You're an idjit."
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"Hey, I never said thanks for going to get the Impala when I was... otherwise engaged," Dean says, sipping at his beer on Bobby's porch. It's late in the day, they're both beat and Sam's snoring inside. It's a rare time where Dean knows where everyone he loves is and that they're safe.
"Wasn't any trouble. I didn't want some stranger stripping her for parts. Anyway, I knew you were gonna be needin' her... when you got better."
Dean looks up at the sky and then back at Bobby. "Yeah, anyway. Thanks."
3.
He knew it was a mistake, but Bobby had never chosen the easy way to do anything. When the fair lumbered it's way into town and set up in the clearing only ten minutes down from his place, he said screw it to keeping the boys inside and quiet and took them on down.
He regrets it of course, both kids being stuffed full of sugar and excitement and therefore going missing every three point two seconds, but it's kinda worth it too.
At least, it feels like it is now, as the sun sets and he tows a blinking Dean behind him and has Sam draped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Their father's in the hospital and the least he could do was make two small boys forget about that for a few hours.
He wishes he could do more but for now, this has to be enough.
4.
It's lucky they're in some podunk town with a spotty internet connection or they'd be sunk. Least, that's what Bobby's thinking as he glares at Sam and Dean through the bars of their jail cell.
He gets a finger under his tie which always feels like a noose around his neck and swallows thickly. The deputy in front of him is taking his time reading very carefully the paperwork Bobby has forged.
He's not worried. Kid's not even old enough to have hair on his balls and he's mostly giving the paperwork the old once-over for looks. He confirms it when he says, "So, everything looks in order here. I'll just get the keys. It'll just be a sec Agent."
When the kid goes, Bobby looks back at Sam and Dean who are both bitin' on their lips, trying not to laugh. It always kills them when he's in a monkey suit.
Damn near kills him too.
"One word," he warns. "Just one word and I'll let them use my iPhone to look up that you two are on the Most Wanted list."
"You have a iPhone?" Sam manages to get out and then they're both off, laughing up a storm.
It shows how much Bobby cares that he doesn't leave them there to rot.
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"You're both idjits."
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The impala! The fair! Bobby has an iPhone! IdjitsX2!
This is exactly what I wanted. *smisHes Bobby, then you*
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...and OMG, can I be more spastic? *facepalm* Please ignore the phrasing of the prompt, or remove 'times' (or 'that', whichever you prefer) mentally when reading it.
*shakes head* That's what you get when you prompt people at 4 am.
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It fascinates him that there's blood, like he knew they were a part of Sam but never really fathomed that they were a part of Sam. He gets cut on them, just like if he skinned his knee or bumped his elbow. He'd caught one of his wings on a sharp bit of wood poking out from the unfinished barn door and now there was blood and Sam whining about it hurting but at the same time ducking Dean's attempts to take a look.
"Just... hold still for a sec, geez!" Dean grunts, finally pinning Sam with arms to the sides and the unhurt wing whacking him in the back of the head. He's got a determined look and a Hello Kitty bandaid in hand.
No squirming little brother is going to get out of being healed dammit.
2.
Dean's trying not to find it funny, but Sam has a snapped-off broom handle fashioned into a splint and he was taken out by a low-flying remote controlled toy helicopter.
Little Danny Spinken was mortified that he'd broken Sanctuary's resident celebrity and very own Big Bird and his insistence that he hold Sam's hand all the way back to town was only adding to the fact that this was the most hilarious thing in the history of ever.
3.
Stripped off pieces of Dean's shirt seemed like a good idea at the time.
4.
"No."
Dean lowers his hand, feather-pillow in it that he'd held triumphantly up for Sam's inspection. He frowns. "Why not?"
"I'll just put up with it till it's grown back in," Sam grumbles, tucking his wings tighter around himself. On the underside of his wing, courtesy of Sam actually tripping as he made a landing on the road behind the Impala and therefore sliding a few metres, is an impressive bald patch.
Sam's acting like this is as bad as the time with the Nair.
"Why not? Little super glue and some of these and no one will ever know."
Sam just scowls.
5.
He's not sure what else to do so he holds Sam's wing together with his hands and prayer. His brother is going ashy with blood loss and Dean screams for Bobby.
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He swears to Sam, black and blue, that he takes Home Ec for the girls. They all think it's adorable that he wants to learn to cook and sew and don't know that it's motivated by need, by having to take care of a growing brother and a father who's there less and less.
Okay and yes, maybe he and Mrs. Peters get a little thrill when everyone else's souffles fall flat and his is light, airy and wonderful.
He is a master at everything he tries after all.
Comes with being a Winchester.
2.
Mr. Speevin, name aside, isn't actually too bad for a highschool counsellor. Dean assumes the worst when he gets called in only 3 weeks into a new school but is surprised when Speevin says, "So, you pretty much look after your brother by yourself, right?"
"We have my Dad," Dean says, but he knows it sounds weak and ineffectual, even to his own ears. It was Dean who walked Sammy in, made sure all the paperwork was done and the transcripts in order and handed over. He made the excuses, Dad works long hours and watched the secretary not give a shit one way or the other.
"Still," Speevin says. "Sam excels while your grades go down the crapper. I know there's a correlation."
Might be that Dean stayed up past one every night the last two weeks helping Sammy get caught up and ignored his own steadily piling up work. He didn't really care much, he knew what he was doing with the rest of his life and really the only class that might've been halfway useful was American History.
He always aced that one.
"How about we see if we can arrange something with your teachers. I had a Senior last year that was granted guardianship of her sister. She had to work but I didn't want her to drop out so we made it work."
Dean starts to smile but then it freezes on his face. He's being offered help and he's really not sure what to do with that.
Plus, their dad told them they were moving on sooner than expected only last night. Sammy had thrown a bitch-fit because he'd just gone out for track and...
"That's okay," Dean says, standing. "I'll manage."
3.
Mrs. Coral is only six years older than him and the very dictionary definition of bored and ignored wife.
Dean nearly goes there.
Nearly.
4.
John leaves the school, looking thunderous. Dean knows that means he's going to be repeating next year instead of going to summer school like Mr. Alecki suggested.
"You're a bright kid, you don't need to repeat. Only reason you're failing is because you missed so much at the beginning of the year."
"Can you believe that?" John grumbles. "Like we don't have more important stuff to do over Summer."
"Yeah," Dean sighs, because John's not the one who's going to be tainted with the stigma of having repeated a year wherever he goes. Not only being the weird new kid but being the weird, new, older kid.
5.
"You got a natural eye for it," Bobby praises and Dean grins, snugging the rifle tighter into his shoulder. His father was forever telling him what he was doing wrong.
It was nice for someone to tell him what he was doing right for a change.
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"I prefer dick, anyway," Jared announces a couple of days later.
Jensen doesn't snort scalding hot coffee through his nasal passage, but it's a near miss. Three girls from makeup, a grip and a PA all try not to look like they're listening keenly. "Jay, man, maybe let's save the outing of oneself to a less public forum?"
"To say," Jared clarifies with a roll of his eyes at the three makeup girls, one grip and PA who all look disappointed.
"Oh, huh," Jensen says because Jared does this to him all the freakin' time, picking up a conversation from days or even weeks ago in the middle without giving Jensen any kind of warning.
"I read somewhere that that's what dudes prefer," Jared continues, looking thoughtful.
"What, dick?" Jensen asks, because now he's having fun.
"To say," Jared repeats. "It's the women that like the other word." Jared cuts a glance at Jensen and it looks sly. "Maybe that's why you prefer it."
"Are you calling me a woman, paddlebutt?" Jensen asks.
He would pour his coffee all over Jared's smug face if it weren't such a criminal waste.
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Sam likes to have a place carved out for himself in the world. He likes to have everything defined and structured and in its place. He has boxes and categories and alphabetises like an obsessed person.
He even does it when it comes to his family.
John is easy, slotting into overbearing and misunderstanding father like he was made for it. Sam has a little more trouble when it comes to splitting him and Dean so Dean just shrugs and says, I'm the pretty one and you're the smart one.
Sam looks relieved when it's all resolved like that and when Sam's happy, Dean's happy.
2.
Sam likes homework because he's a giant dork-freak.
He likes helping Dean with his because then he feels special and accelerated.
Dean's gotten very good at pretending he's stuggling, mostly because he likes it when they're pressed shoulder to shoulder in the too-dim light from the single lamp, Sam not bitching about everything under the sun for once. He likes Sam's fingers tracing pages, pointing out how Dean got it wrong or what he missed.
He likes his brother and these days, it's the only time he feels like his brother likes him.
3.
When he says I understand Sam just rolls his eyes and laughs, an ugly sound. How could you Sam demands, because right now he's the only one that's known loss. So Dean just nods, doesn't try to explain that every time Sam gets so much as a hang nail, the terror that rips through him means he knows.
He knows.
4.
Strangely enough, Sam likes to be the one to point out to Dean when he's being checked out. Sam is oblivious for himself but seems to get some kind of satisfaction from being able to tell just which chick will be receptive to Dean's advances.
Dean knows which ones about three seconds after walking into a place, but he never tells Sam that.
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Dean's terrified. He can imagine all the ways this will end badly but when Sam says, you think we'll be okay, Dean just nods, shrugs and says, Sure, why wouldn't we be.
Every time.
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The first time he folds her hand in his she can feel herself blushing and waits for the inevitable.
"Huh," she says.
"Huh," he echoes. "Should I be worried? Maybe I'm not exciting you anymore?"
Lindsay grins up at him. "I don't think that's it," she says.
2.
"What are we doing?" Ramez asks, dropping down next to Lorne. They're sitting on one of the small viewing platforms overlooking the jumper bay and there's scientists moving about like ants below.
"I'm watching poetry in motion," Lorne says and then raises an eyebrow. "You're procrastinating."
"Poetry in motion huh?" Ramez says, leaning forward and then frowning. "Just looks like a big old mess to me."
"You're not looking at it right," Lorne says, holding out a hand, finger pointed. His finger follows Novak far below as she makes her way between three jumpers, overstepping cables and people alike, throwing out instructions and deftly avoiding Rodney who's on his own kind of warpath that results in far more destruction and scuttling.
"Man, you got it bad," Ramez says, shaking his head.
"Haven't you got reports that were supposed to be on my desk four hours ago?" Lorne asks with a stern glance and Ramez rolls his eyes, but retreats.
Lorne gets back to what he was doing.
Poetry in motion.
3.
"It's the normal kind," Lindsay says, hiccuping with her whole body. "Diaphram spasming, not nerves."
"You sure?" Lorne asks. He's lying on her bed, up on one elbow, watching her desperately race around the room because for the last ten minutes she hasn't stopped. She's tried a spoonful of sugar, drinking a glass of water upside down, holding her breath until Lorne got worried because her lips turned blue.
Nothing is working.
"Hey, did I tell you that I have to go to a Wraith homeworld tomorrow to do some reconnaissance?"
Lindsay freezes and everything stops, even her hiccups.
"I'm not really. Wow, so scaring you works," Lorne observes, grinning.
"You ass!" Lindsay screeches and launches herself at him.
4.
She's dressed in white, she has the flowers held out in front of her like a shield and Ronon is eyeing her speculatively. "I thought you were going to hiccup all the way down the aisle," he says, mystified that she'd stopped just as they had rounded the corner.
Lindsay squares her shoulders and smiles, spotting Lorne standing at the end with Sheppard at his elbow. "Never been calmer in my life," she says, letting Ronon fold her hand over his elbow.
5.
Sometimes it still happens, sometimes the nerves get the better of her and she's twelve again, dressed up as Little Orphan Annie in her school play and not being able to get even one line out because the hiccups just won't stop.
Then he puts a palm flat down on her back, traces down her spine. Even if its through her BDUs and the bulky outer layers, she'll feel it and everything will be okay.
She doesn't have to be nervous anymore.
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And \o/ Sumemrgen!! This fandom is teh awesomest!
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It's even more heartbreaking than I thought. *sniffs*
And not to spam you with comments: I adored the 'Bobby say I♥U' one, and 'Dean playing stupid' was equally sad and loving and frustrating. =/ And you will post the J2 thingy (or a link) when it's complete, right? You have to! =D
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Poetry in motion! *flails* That was my fave scene! Thank you so much, I've missed this pairing and how you write it.
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Edited not to comment spam you, the Bobby one made me grin so hard and the teachers one is just a ton of Oh Dean perfection. You rock.
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Nice to know everyone on set 'ships J2.
Please to be continuing!!! \o/
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"You know there's been studies about guys preferring dick, right?"
Again, it's a few days later and Jensen's not sure why Jared can't hold a linear conversation, or announce these kinds of things when he's not imbibing some kind of liquid. This time it's beer and some of it does come out of his nose.
"In general?" Jensen manages, back of his throat burning, wiping streaming eyes on his sleeve.
"To say," Jared clarifies once again. He's leaning with his elbows on the bar and is reeling the bartender in with a grin despite the fact that the place is packed and it's not really their turn.
"Where have there been studies?" Jensen asks, because he's left wondering how someone would propose such a thing in a college setting, how a funding request would go.
Would there be props.
"I read it on the internet," Jared says and now he has two fingers up and juts his chin a little and like magic beers appear before him. Jared gives the bartender another grin and bumps Jensen's beer up against his elbow.
"Because everything on the internet is true?" Jensen snorts and Jared just looks at him.
"It was on wikipedia so it must be legit."
Jensen groans and smacks his forehead against the bar top.
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They're playing Adult Pictionary against Aldis and Misha and their weird telepathy which is usually why they win isn't working.
"Um, stork? Albatross? Eagle?" Jared continues to guess, looking at, what Jensen thinks is a rather accurately rendered rooster, on the large page pinned against the trailer wall. Jared doesn't seem to be getting the whole Adult bit of the pictionary game and what word Jensen is getting at.
It's mostly irking him because Aldis and Misha have seemed to have stolen the telepathy. For their last turn, Aldis had drawn a curved line, Misha had said hairy clam, they'd high-fived and that had been that.
Jensen rolls his eyes, rips down the page, tacks up another one and goes to work. When he's finished, it's unmistakable that he's drawn a large, veiny penis with elaphantine hairy balls attached. He taps his pen on the penis.
Jared squinches up his face, tilts his head to the side and says, "Sea turtle?"
"Sea... how do you get sea turtle?" Jensen demands, throwing his pen at Jared.
"I don't know! They had hairy clam so I thought it might've been a nautical theme."
"We're playing Adult Pictionary," Jensen rants, throwing up his hands.
"It might be some weird sexual position I've never heard of," Jared grumps, then he widens his eyes and, "I am fairly vanilla, you know," he states.
Right then, Jensen knows he's being royally messed with.
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Sammy comes home in socks and nothing else. Dean watches him pad across the kitchen, waits for an explanation but Sammy is acting like nothing is out of the ordinary. He gets out a chair so he can reach the top shelf and the cereal and retrieves a box.
He is not making eye contact.
"Where are your new shoes, Sammy?" Dean asks, trying to sound casual if that's the way his little brother wants to play it.
Sammy looks down at his feet, his eyes go comically wide and he brings his head back up and says, "Huh. Must've lost 'em."
Sammy usually fits in. He has an uncanny ability to get people to like him, but as other kids go through growth spurts, Sammy has remained fairly small. Dean doesn't mind so much, he likes being able to effectively fold Sammy into his arms still but he knows it's becoming a problem. Suddenly Sammy isn't only the new kid, he's the runty new kid and he can be as likeable as cold pie on a hot day but bigger kids are still going to feel the urge to pick on him.
"Tell me who it was so I can kick their asses to next week," Dean demands.
"I can look after myself," Sammy says, jutting his chin defiantly so Dean can see there's a scrape under it.
Somebody got him on the ground, goddamit.
"Yeah, looks like it," Dean snorts and then could kick himself because Sammy just kind of slumps, defeated.
"You can't look after me all the time," Sammy says and holds up a hand when Dean's about to argue. "I just... I need to take care of it myself."
Dean bites his lip and it kills him to do it, but he nods.
He's just hoping Sammy doesn't stay this small forever.
2.
"I can't believe it ate my shoe," Sam says, looking at his socked foot speculatively.
"Better than your leg," Dean points out and Sam pulls a face but then nods.
"I guess so. Man, I just bought those too."
3.
"It just, it looks like when you wore Dad's shoes when you were twelve," Sam says, watching Dean try to stuff wadded up newspaper into the toes of Sam's boots to make them fit. He'd pulled them on because his last pair had been eaten through by swamp thing slime and he needed coffee more than he needed to go shoe shopping.
He'd figured that he and Sam would be about the same size when it came to feet if nothing else but apparently not. Dean knew he had slightly small feet relative to his size but damn.
"So, you know what they say about the size of your feet," Sam starts and Dean throws one of the wadded up pieces of newspaper at him.
4.
Dean never felt so close to having a heart attack more than ten year old Sammy darting across the road after him without looking and a big old Lincoln not stopping in time.
The car basically only grazed him, spun him about on the spot and knocked him out of his keds. He had some bruising but was otherwise okay.
Still.
Dean threw the shoes out and then feigned ignorance when his dad bitched about having to buy new ones. He didn't want to look at them ever again because he'd only ever see them lying on the side of the road, laces trailing in those precious few seconds when he couldn't see Sammy, hadn't known he was okay.
5.
The goddamn cursed rabbit's foot.
Sam lost all three pairs of shoes, spare change, his wallet and Dean's lucky knife.
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*dies*
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(Bemused!Jensen is killing me with his cuteness.)
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I can't decide which I like most, maybe 4 - worried teen!Dean is one of my favourites.
*squishes them both*
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Jensen is not drinking this time but he's eating a burger so has the unpleasant sensation of meat filling his nasal cavaties as he snorts. "What?"
"Why are you obsessed with me saying cock?" Jared repeats and Jensen narrows his eyes at him.
"That's not what you said," he accuses. Jared just raises his eyebrows and opens his eyes wide which is his why would you not believe someone with this face look.
Jensen may be trying to not think about how Jared saying that word goes red hot straight to interesting places for him. Neither does he want to think about what it's doing to him Jared standing in front of him, palming his Texas belt buckle, tracing the letters with his fingers.
"If I say it, what do I get?" Jared asks.
"You already just said it, twice," Jensen says, lacing hands behind his head and smirking.
Jared blinks and then stomps his foot. "Dammit!"
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That reminds me, I should post these so people can find them and I can find them later... :D I always forget to add ficlets by request to my masterlists.