Trick or Treat - Part One
Nov. 1st, 2014 10:30 pmWell, I figure until the candy runs out it's still sort of Halloween...sorry these are taking me so long : )
Anyway, this is the first part of the drabble fills for the Trick or Treat meme I posted *waves over her shoulder* that far ago : ) If yours isn't here, it's coming! Don't panic! Most of have ended up being dribbles, not adhereing at all to the 100 word thing, but tiny ficlets are just as delish : ) Hopefully they are amusing xx
alycat prompted J2 halloween costume sex or Red/Lizzy hate sex
Jensen slammed Jared hard against the closet wall knocking the breath out of him, and started scrabbling his fly, whispering harshly, "Jesus Christ, Jay! Get this off!"
Jared's hands were equally frantic, desperately trying to find a way under Jensen's Captain America costume, without making too much noise banging around in the tiny space. The music of the party was loud, but not that loud. "Just...be careful. I don't want to lose my deposit."
"Fuck. I wished you'd warned me...seeing you like this."
Jared grabbed Jensen's face and looking deep into his eyes said quiet and breathy, "You and me. 'Till the end of the line."
Jensen groaned as he yanked the waistband of the Bucky costume down below Jared's ass cheeks. Jensen span Jared around, sticking two fingers in Jared's mouth. "Goddammit, Jay. My dick is so hard, feels like I haven't fucked you in 70 years."
Jared pulled Jensen's dripping fingers from his lips and shoved them back between his legs. "Well, you better get on with then, Cap, 'cause if all the candy apples are gone when we're done, you have to drive me to the store on the way home."
locknkey prompted Sam/Dean - costumes cursed
"I knew there was something hinky about that store"
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Seriously? Then why in the hell did you hire the costumes?!"
Dean looked hurt. "Aw, come on Sammy. It could be worse."
Sam scowled and put his hands on his hips. But that just made Dean's cock twitch visibly in his pants. Sam tried to fold them across his chest but that wasn't working either. "Jesus Christ, Dean. How could it be worse?! I have boobs, dammit. Boobs!"
He pointed at them not quite knowing why. Dean hadn't bothered taking his eyes off them since Sam had emerged from the bathroom. "You better pray they disappear when I take this thing off."
Sam turned to head back into the bathroom but Dean scooted between him and the door, blocking his path with palms held up. "Woah, lets not be too hasty there, Sam." His voice starting to whine when Sam's hand became a fist at his side, "Oh, come on. You know I always had a thing for Wonder Woman!"
"Fine" Sam sighed, flicking his hair over his shoulder and walking to the bed, "But we're not keeping it!"
Dean smirked, knowing damn well, he wouldn't be getting that deposit back.
jj1564 prompted SPN Sam/Dean - Dean's first Hallowe'en after hell or teen!Sam/teen!Dean going to Hallowe'en party
Dean knew Sam was talking but it just sounded like a buzz in his ears. "Huh?"
"I said, 'does it look okay?'. It looks bad, huh? Maybe I should go change."
It took a moment for Dean to register what Sam was saying but when he did..."No! No. you look...fine." Sam looked up at him through darkened bangs, eyes smoldering from within the smoky kohl rings. "You look...amazing." Dean didn't mean it to sound quite so reverential.
"Seriously, Dean. Please don't let me go out looking like a dork..."
It had been hard enough when Sam announced that he was dragging Dean to some cheerleaders party. But dressed as The Crow...just the thought of him, filling out all that black leather – in goddamn make up – but now having Sam there in front of him...
"Here...you missed a spot." Dean reached out to take the eyeliner pencil from Sam's hand. Sam handed it over and then knelt at the foot of the bed between Dean's legs. Sam tilted his head back, exposing his throat and closed his eyes.
Dean brushed Sam's hair away from his face, hand shaking as he unnecessarily touched up Sam's make up. He felt like crying and really didn't know if he was going to make it through the night intact.
gatorgurl94 prompted Lizzy, Tom a la Maxwell's "Somebody's Watching Me" Or Mary's reaction to Dean's first Halloween
Mary waved, all smiles but as soon as they reached the gate, she closed the door, slumped back against it. She slid to the floor, sobbing like she hadn't allowed herself to do in such a long time.
John knew she hated Halloween but he'd bugged her and pleaded relentlessly to let him put a few decorations up, and she couldn't say no. How could she?
But when he'd come home with a bag and said it was a surprise and that she shouldn't look or it would be spoiled, she should have known.
She should have known too, when he said he take Dean upstairs and get him changed after dinner.
When John came back down the stairs, smiling that wide dimpled grin, holding a writhing, giggling Dean in his arms, she was just glad he took her automatic gasp as delight not horror.
It was ridiculous. Irrational. The bright red suit complete with hood, sporting two little red horns. Dean was clutching the long red tail in his chubby hands, alternating between sticking it in his mouth and brandishing it like a weapon.
When John held him out to her so he could pull his boots on – "I'll just walk him round him for ten minutes" – she didn't want to take him. Didn't want to touch him. But John didn't notice the pause, didn't notice the way she stared at their son in fear. Oblivious, like she needed him to be. Like she wished she could be.
And after they were gone, she slammed her hand in the kitchen drawer so he wouldn't need to ask why she had been crying. Or why she didn't want to hold her 'little Devil'.
mdlaw prompted Sam/Dean....let's play dress up
"I think we should dress up this year." Dean says, and Sam nearly drops his beer. Being that it's the night before Halloween and they're slumped on the crappy motel couch wearing nothing but boxers, t-shirts and a misting of Cheeto dust, the chances of them actually getting it together to find a costume seems slim.
All Sam can think to say is, "Why?"
Dean shrugs and takes a noisy draft from the bottle. "I just thought it would be...I don't know...fun or something."
Sam watches his impassive face for a moment and then turns his own back to the TV.
~•~
Dean slams the motel door behind him and dumps the takeout down on the table. "I hope you damn well appreciate this, Sam. It's a bit much to ask, sending me out on a night like this. I nearly got egged."
The bathroom door opens and Sam walks out. Dean just stares at him. "Why are you wearing my jacket?"
Sam smiles. "I dressed up." Dean looks him over and seems less than impressed at the transformation. Sam huffs. "I'm you!"
Dean shakes his head and smiles, digging into the bag for the food. "Oh yeah. And who am I going to be?"
Sam coughs and Dean looks up. Sam digs a finger under his waistband and hooks out the side of the pink satin panties. "I thought you could be Rhonda Hurley."
mangacat201 prompted SPN-Wincest. Clothing optional. (Yes, be creative with that. Also, have I mentioned how disturbingly turned on I am by Dean flipping the eyes? Seriously, disturbed and turned on should not be the same state of mind at any given time.)
Dean sucked at strip poker. Always had. Sam thought that Dean becoming a demon and all would have at least made him a little better at it, but no.
And he knew Dean wasn't throwing it either. There had been games when the stakes were much higher than 'winner decides who tops'. The only times Dean let Sam drive the Impala were preceded by Sam taking Dean's last sock to the face when he threw it and then stomped out of the room, bare freckled ass jiggling as he went.
Dean smiled and laid down his cards. "Two pairs." He grinned up at Sam, and for a second, Sam was tempted to give it to him.
But only for a second. "Flush." He was tempted to say 'sorry' as Dean wrestled the sock from his foot – he always left his socks til last, no matter how many times Sam explained it to him – but then another idea popped in his head. "One more hand."
Dean shook his head and held up the sock as if to say, 'Duh! I'm already naked' but Sam pulled the cards together and started shuffling, muttering, "Just one more."
~•~
Dean stared at the hand as Sam laid the cards down. "Seriously? A fucking full house?!" He flung out his arms in despair. "Well, what is it Sam? I'm totally naked. I have nothing left to give. What do you want?"
Sam knelt up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Take them off." The words came out like a growl and Dean looked at him totally confused. Sam crawled over the playing cards littering the bed ,and put his face right up to Dean's and whispered, "Take them off."
It only took a moment for Dean to realize..."Oh, Oh. You mean like this?"
Dean's eyes flicked from green to absolute black, and Sam almost came as he devoured his brother's mouth.
your_byron prompted J2 or Lizzy/Red or Red/Ressler
"Did I ever tell you about Devil's Night, 1989? I was in Detroit with Alvin Sponich, wiry little fellow, practically anorexic, but had the most amazing head of hair..."
Lizzy sighs. "Please tell me this is going somewhere." She isn't really in the mood for a long drawn out monologue tonight.
Red stands, and pulls the knot out of his tie. "We were supposed to be catching a flight to Las Vegas. Have you been in Vegas at Halloween? You can hardly tell the difference." Lizzy rolls her eyes but Red starts to walk towards her, continuing, "Anyway, his brother-in-law calls just as we're leaving for the airport. It seemed Alvin owed him a debt of some kind and he'd decided to call in..." Red waves his hand, dismissing himself. "Long story short, I end up in a night club, the whole place is an inferno! Like the fire's of Hell themselves. I managed to escape mostly unscathed even though I still had the gas can in my hand. But poor Alvin...bald as a coot. Everything singed right off. Needless to say we never made it Vegas."
Lizzy shrugs. "And?"
Red reaches out and takes hold of the zipper of Lizzy's cat-suit. "I've never seen anything hotter than that, until tonight."
big_heart_june prompted i'm cheating, but anything rlbivob? pleeeeeease?
"Oh yeah? So, what's the scariest thing you ever saw?"
Everyone's eyes fall on Cal. He blows out a pall of smoke and passes the blunt to the left, to the girl half draped on him, half on Simon. She can barely lift her hand to take it.
Cal knows the answer. Only looks like he's thinking.
It wasn't the screams, Jared's voice loud, blood-curdling. It wasn't stumbling into the room and seeing the bloody towels, bloody....everything. Everywhere. It wasn't even the sight of Jensen kneeling over Jared's pale writhing form, pinning him down as he dug the .45 slug out of his shoulder with a pair of pliers.
But the look in Jensen's eyes when he saw him. "Mark! Get him the fuck out of here!" He never wanted to see that again.
Cal coughs. "My Dad."
The kid (Steve or Stefan or something) laughs. But nobody else does.
The kid's new.
dreamsofspike prompted How about Cas blowing either Winchester's mind in a skimpy Halloween costume of your choosing? He has no idea what he did wrong; every other adult he's seen in costume (mostly girls) has been wearing suggestive costumes. :P hehe
At first, when is brother screamed out his name from the wardroom, Sam thought they were under attack, but when it was followed by a hoot of laughter, he figured that Cas had finally put in an appearance.
Halloween had never been their favorite holiday but having the angel around sure did make it a little more bearable.
Cas embraced the holiday with gusto and his fetishistic approach to the costume part of the celebration had become the main event for Sam and Dean.
As Sam reached the end of the corridor, he could hear Cas ask, "Do you approve?"
"It is most definitely not what I expected, that's for sure....SAM!!!" Dean sounded like he could hardly breathe trying to keep from laughing.
Sam burst into the room, seeing just Dean, red-faced with a fist pressed to his mouth. His eyes opened wide and he indicated over Sam's shoulder.
Sam span around and took a step back, open mouthed.
"Sam." Cas nodded. Sam could only nod in response. Cas started to turn, displaying his flowing outfit, "So. Is it acceptable?"
The brothers looked at each other and shrugged, making confirming, positive noises and moving their heads in a vague nodding motion.
Cas finished his rotation and gave the shimmering white cape a florish. "I'm Elsa," he said, adjusting his tiara. "She's a character in the animated..."
"We know. You look lovely, Cas." Dean interrupted. And Sam couldn't help but agree.
smalltrolven prompted How about Sam/Dean and something Halloween and Impala related.
Sam wished he had popcorn. Yes, because this was something that was worth savoring, but also to hide the gigantic boner growing in his pants.
He wasn't sure what was hotter, the way Dean was bent over the Impala, angrily scrubbing at it with the soapy sponge; the tirade of abuse directed at the kids in the neighboring motel who had egged the car – because Dean swearing and cussing made Sam horny as hell –; or the fact that he was doing all this...dressed as a cheerleader.
Soap suds were running down Dean's bowed legs and soaking into the knee high socks as he pressed himself against the car. The scrubbing motion of his arm was making his short red skirt flap up and down, leaving nothing to the imagination; the shape of his balls clearly visible in the big white panties.
Dean spun around when he heard the click, his blonde wig complete with bunches in red bows, nearly flying off with the force.
"Did you just take my picture?!" Dean looked furious, and Sam slowly lowered his cell, trying to keep his face neutral. "This isn't funny, Sam!"
"Oh, believe me, I'm not laughing, Dean."
Dean looked confused for a second before he clocked what looked like a baseball bat down Sam's pants. Then he looked conflicted. He looked at Sam, and then the car, and then back to Sam. He croaked out, "This is going to take just a minute..."
But Sam smiled and leant back, holding up his camera phone again. "Oh, you take your time, Darlin'. I can wait."
Anyway, this is the first part of the drabble fills for the Trick or Treat meme I posted *waves over her shoulder* that far ago : ) If yours isn't here, it's coming! Don't panic! Most of have ended up being dribbles, not adhereing at all to the 100 word thing, but tiny ficlets are just as delish : ) Hopefully they are amusing xx
Jensen slammed Jared hard against the closet wall knocking the breath out of him, and started scrabbling his fly, whispering harshly, "Jesus Christ, Jay! Get this off!"
Jared's hands were equally frantic, desperately trying to find a way under Jensen's Captain America costume, without making too much noise banging around in the tiny space. The music of the party was loud, but not that loud. "Just...be careful. I don't want to lose my deposit."
"Fuck. I wished you'd warned me...seeing you like this."
Jared grabbed Jensen's face and looking deep into his eyes said quiet and breathy, "You and me. 'Till the end of the line."
Jensen groaned as he yanked the waistband of the Bucky costume down below Jared's ass cheeks. Jensen span Jared around, sticking two fingers in Jared's mouth. "Goddammit, Jay. My dick is so hard, feels like I haven't fucked you in 70 years."
Jared pulled Jensen's dripping fingers from his lips and shoved them back between his legs. "Well, you better get on with then, Cap, 'cause if all the candy apples are gone when we're done, you have to drive me to the store on the way home."
"I knew there was something hinky about that store"
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Seriously? Then why in the hell did you hire the costumes?!"
Dean looked hurt. "Aw, come on Sammy. It could be worse."
Sam scowled and put his hands on his hips. But that just made Dean's cock twitch visibly in his pants. Sam tried to fold them across his chest but that wasn't working either. "Jesus Christ, Dean. How could it be worse?! I have boobs, dammit. Boobs!"
He pointed at them not quite knowing why. Dean hadn't bothered taking his eyes off them since Sam had emerged from the bathroom. "You better pray they disappear when I take this thing off."
Sam turned to head back into the bathroom but Dean scooted between him and the door, blocking his path with palms held up. "Woah, lets not be too hasty there, Sam." His voice starting to whine when Sam's hand became a fist at his side, "Oh, come on. You know I always had a thing for Wonder Woman!"
"Fine" Sam sighed, flicking his hair over his shoulder and walking to the bed, "But we're not keeping it!"
Dean smirked, knowing damn well, he wouldn't be getting that deposit back.
Dean knew Sam was talking but it just sounded like a buzz in his ears. "Huh?"
"I said, 'does it look okay?'. It looks bad, huh? Maybe I should go change."
It took a moment for Dean to register what Sam was saying but when he did..."No! No. you look...fine." Sam looked up at him through darkened bangs, eyes smoldering from within the smoky kohl rings. "You look...amazing." Dean didn't mean it to sound quite so reverential.
"Seriously, Dean. Please don't let me go out looking like a dork..."
It had been hard enough when Sam announced that he was dragging Dean to some cheerleaders party. But dressed as The Crow...just the thought of him, filling out all that black leather – in goddamn make up – but now having Sam there in front of him...
"Here...you missed a spot." Dean reached out to take the eyeliner pencil from Sam's hand. Sam handed it over and then knelt at the foot of the bed between Dean's legs. Sam tilted his head back, exposing his throat and closed his eyes.
Dean brushed Sam's hair away from his face, hand shaking as he unnecessarily touched up Sam's make up. He felt like crying and really didn't know if he was going to make it through the night intact.
Mary waved, all smiles but as soon as they reached the gate, she closed the door, slumped back against it. She slid to the floor, sobbing like she hadn't allowed herself to do in such a long time.
John knew she hated Halloween but he'd bugged her and pleaded relentlessly to let him put a few decorations up, and she couldn't say no. How could she?
But when he'd come home with a bag and said it was a surprise and that she shouldn't look or it would be spoiled, she should have known.
She should have known too, when he said he take Dean upstairs and get him changed after dinner.
When John came back down the stairs, smiling that wide dimpled grin, holding a writhing, giggling Dean in his arms, she was just glad he took her automatic gasp as delight not horror.
It was ridiculous. Irrational. The bright red suit complete with hood, sporting two little red horns. Dean was clutching the long red tail in his chubby hands, alternating between sticking it in his mouth and brandishing it like a weapon.
When John held him out to her so he could pull his boots on – "I'll just walk him round him for ten minutes" – she didn't want to take him. Didn't want to touch him. But John didn't notice the pause, didn't notice the way she stared at their son in fear. Oblivious, like she needed him to be. Like she wished she could be.
And after they were gone, she slammed her hand in the kitchen drawer so he wouldn't need to ask why she had been crying. Or why she didn't want to hold her 'little Devil'.
"I think we should dress up this year." Dean says, and Sam nearly drops his beer. Being that it's the night before Halloween and they're slumped on the crappy motel couch wearing nothing but boxers, t-shirts and a misting of Cheeto dust, the chances of them actually getting it together to find a costume seems slim.
All Sam can think to say is, "Why?"
Dean shrugs and takes a noisy draft from the bottle. "I just thought it would be...I don't know...fun or something."
Sam watches his impassive face for a moment and then turns his own back to the TV.
~•~
Dean slams the motel door behind him and dumps the takeout down on the table. "I hope you damn well appreciate this, Sam. It's a bit much to ask, sending me out on a night like this. I nearly got egged."
The bathroom door opens and Sam walks out. Dean just stares at him. "Why are you wearing my jacket?"
Sam smiles. "I dressed up." Dean looks him over and seems less than impressed at the transformation. Sam huffs. "I'm you!"
Dean shakes his head and smiles, digging into the bag for the food. "Oh yeah. And who am I going to be?"
Sam coughs and Dean looks up. Sam digs a finger under his waistband and hooks out the side of the pink satin panties. "I thought you could be Rhonda Hurley."
Dean sucked at strip poker. Always had. Sam thought that Dean becoming a demon and all would have at least made him a little better at it, but no.
And he knew Dean wasn't throwing it either. There had been games when the stakes were much higher than 'winner decides who tops'. The only times Dean let Sam drive the Impala were preceded by Sam taking Dean's last sock to the face when he threw it and then stomped out of the room, bare freckled ass jiggling as he went.
Dean smiled and laid down his cards. "Two pairs." He grinned up at Sam, and for a second, Sam was tempted to give it to him.
But only for a second. "Flush." He was tempted to say 'sorry' as Dean wrestled the sock from his foot – he always left his socks til last, no matter how many times Sam explained it to him – but then another idea popped in his head. "One more hand."
Dean shook his head and held up the sock as if to say, 'Duh! I'm already naked' but Sam pulled the cards together and started shuffling, muttering, "Just one more."
~•~
Dean stared at the hand as Sam laid the cards down. "Seriously? A fucking full house?!" He flung out his arms in despair. "Well, what is it Sam? I'm totally naked. I have nothing left to give. What do you want?"
Sam knelt up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Take them off." The words came out like a growl and Dean looked at him totally confused. Sam crawled over the playing cards littering the bed ,and put his face right up to Dean's and whispered, "Take them off."
It only took a moment for Dean to realize..."Oh, Oh. You mean like this?"
Dean's eyes flicked from green to absolute black, and Sam almost came as he devoured his brother's mouth.
"Did I ever tell you about Devil's Night, 1989? I was in Detroit with Alvin Sponich, wiry little fellow, practically anorexic, but had the most amazing head of hair..."
Lizzy sighs. "Please tell me this is going somewhere." She isn't really in the mood for a long drawn out monologue tonight.
Red stands, and pulls the knot out of his tie. "We were supposed to be catching a flight to Las Vegas. Have you been in Vegas at Halloween? You can hardly tell the difference." Lizzy rolls her eyes but Red starts to walk towards her, continuing, "Anyway, his brother-in-law calls just as we're leaving for the airport. It seemed Alvin owed him a debt of some kind and he'd decided to call in..." Red waves his hand, dismissing himself. "Long story short, I end up in a night club, the whole place is an inferno! Like the fire's of Hell themselves. I managed to escape mostly unscathed even though I still had the gas can in my hand. But poor Alvin...bald as a coot. Everything singed right off. Needless to say we never made it Vegas."
Lizzy shrugs. "And?"
Red reaches out and takes hold of the zipper of Lizzy's cat-suit. "I've never seen anything hotter than that, until tonight."
"Oh yeah? So, what's the scariest thing you ever saw?"
Everyone's eyes fall on Cal. He blows out a pall of smoke and passes the blunt to the left, to the girl half draped on him, half on Simon. She can barely lift her hand to take it.
Cal knows the answer. Only looks like he's thinking.
It wasn't the screams, Jared's voice loud, blood-curdling. It wasn't stumbling into the room and seeing the bloody towels, bloody....everything. Everywhere. It wasn't even the sight of Jensen kneeling over Jared's pale writhing form, pinning him down as he dug the .45 slug out of his shoulder with a pair of pliers.
But the look in Jensen's eyes when he saw him. "Mark! Get him the fuck out of here!" He never wanted to see that again.
Cal coughs. "My Dad."
The kid (Steve or Stefan or something) laughs. But nobody else does.
The kid's new.
At first, when is brother screamed out his name from the wardroom, Sam thought they were under attack, but when it was followed by a hoot of laughter, he figured that Cas had finally put in an appearance.
Halloween had never been their favorite holiday but having the angel around sure did make it a little more bearable.
Cas embraced the holiday with gusto and his fetishistic approach to the costume part of the celebration had become the main event for Sam and Dean.
As Sam reached the end of the corridor, he could hear Cas ask, "Do you approve?"
"It is most definitely not what I expected, that's for sure....SAM!!!" Dean sounded like he could hardly breathe trying to keep from laughing.
Sam burst into the room, seeing just Dean, red-faced with a fist pressed to his mouth. His eyes opened wide and he indicated over Sam's shoulder.
Sam span around and took a step back, open mouthed.
"Sam." Cas nodded. Sam could only nod in response. Cas started to turn, displaying his flowing outfit, "So. Is it acceptable?"
The brothers looked at each other and shrugged, making confirming, positive noises and moving their heads in a vague nodding motion.
Cas finished his rotation and gave the shimmering white cape a florish. "I'm Elsa," he said, adjusting his tiara. "She's a character in the animated..."
"We know. You look lovely, Cas." Dean interrupted. And Sam couldn't help but agree.
Sam wished he had popcorn. Yes, because this was something that was worth savoring, but also to hide the gigantic boner growing in his pants.
He wasn't sure what was hotter, the way Dean was bent over the Impala, angrily scrubbing at it with the soapy sponge; the tirade of abuse directed at the kids in the neighboring motel who had egged the car – because Dean swearing and cussing made Sam horny as hell –; or the fact that he was doing all this...dressed as a cheerleader.
Soap suds were running down Dean's bowed legs and soaking into the knee high socks as he pressed himself against the car. The scrubbing motion of his arm was making his short red skirt flap up and down, leaving nothing to the imagination; the shape of his balls clearly visible in the big white panties.
Dean spun around when he heard the click, his blonde wig complete with bunches in red bows, nearly flying off with the force.
"Did you just take my picture?!" Dean looked furious, and Sam slowly lowered his cell, trying to keep his face neutral. "This isn't funny, Sam!"
"Oh, believe me, I'm not laughing, Dean."
Dean looked confused for a second before he clocked what looked like a baseball bat down Sam's pants. Then he looked conflicted. He looked at Sam, and then the car, and then back to Sam. He croaked out, "This is going to take just a minute..."
But Sam smiled and leant back, holding up his camera phone again. "Oh, you take your time, Darlin'. I can wait."
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Date: 2014-11-01 10:52 pm (UTC)But the one that did me in?...Cal. OMFG! Hun, just brilliant!
Such talent! :D
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Date: 2014-11-01 11:16 pm (UTC)Oh god, I'm glad that one was okay. Golden is always joking about my Cal obsession...I'm constantly throwing little Cal snippets at her...and she just shakes her head and pats me. I'm glad you thought it was okay : )
I've got more to do but my brain just collapsed! : )
Thank you for the lovely comment Hunny : ) xx
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Date: 2014-11-01 11:29 pm (UTC)http://smallworld-inc.deviantart.com/art/Wardrobe-malfunction-478217591
I had absolutely no trouble imagining teen!Sam as The Crow.
Oh, no, it definitely had the RLBIVOB feel to it. Actually had that shocked 'holy fuck' reaction, so visceral and brilliant! As I was reading I was trying to guess who was hurt - I went with Jensen because the scatter of bloody towels had me thinking of panicked Jared trying to stem the flow of escaping life.
xx
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Date: 2014-11-01 11:40 pm (UTC)I may have to do a pic of Sam as the crow. I'm sure it's been done but...
Ooo I'm so glad it was a bit gross. I think goldens writing is quite distinctly, like a speech pattern that I find easier to tap into than some other styles x
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Date: 2014-11-01 11:53 pm (UTC)YES! Definitely do that! :D I know he's older than your fic, but I'm thinking of that manip of Jared/Sam in black leather pants http://www.pinterest.com/pin/406238828860248885/
Besides, even if it has been done, no one will do him (hee!) like you can :D
Brandon Lee *whimpers*
Hit me like a kick to the chest, perfectly brilliant, hun.
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Date: 2014-11-01 11:34 pm (UTC)I'm glad it was okay : ) x
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Date: 2014-11-02 08:30 am (UTC)GOING HOME TODAY!! let's Skype sometime next week when I feel settled in again at home, okay? thank you for everything, My Pink. I do so love you.
EEEE, CAL ♥
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Date: 2014-11-02 04:21 pm (UTC)I wanted to put a bit in there to say that the night after it happened, Cal fell asleep on the couch in the nursery with the baby, and that he woke up in the night to Jensen laying a blanket over him...but I wasn't sure it would make sense yet : ) xxx
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Date: 2014-11-03 06:09 am (UTC)Ok, now I gotta go check if the rbb artclaim is open already, I miss all the important shit these days, seriously.
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Date: 2014-11-02 06:07 pm (UTC)"You look...amazing." Dean didn't mean it to sound quite so reverential.
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Date: 2014-11-02 06:40 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it ♥ xx
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Date: 2014-11-02 06:46 pm (UTC)I did a little Sleepy Hollow drabble for your request but I'm not sure if you saw it - here's the link -
http://jj1564.livejournal.com/104857.html
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Date: 2014-11-03 11:26 pm (UTC)LOVED it! :) Thanks so much!