Dean isn't thinking, he's just doing. He reaches out for his brother's long, silky locks.
"Dean?" Sam asks questioningly.
"Sam," Dean says. It's all he needs to say because that's all he wants. Sam. Sam's big brown eyes look back at him full of lust. Sam licks his lips and steps closer. Heat radiates off of his muscles. Dean moves to meet his brother, body pressed to body. They both want this.
"It's so wrong," Sam says. "But it feel so right."
Sam's lips meet Dean's. Dean licks his way into Sam's mouth and pulls at his belt. He can feel Sam's big, hard cock through his jeans.
"If this is wrong," Dean says, "I don't want to be right."
"I want you," Sam says. "I love you, Dean."
Becky took a deep breath. It was time to get to the good part. She loved writing first time fics, loved making Dean squirm under the weight of Sam.
She heard the flutter of wings, but didn't turn around. The angel was back. The angel ruined everything. Becky hated the angel.
"Becky," Castiel said. "I believe you know Chuck. He is an authority on the canon of the Winchester gospels."
Becky hated the angel. He brought Chuck? To her home? He really did ruin everything. First he ruined Sam/Dean and now he was trying to ruin Lucifer/Chuck. She wasn't a fan of het, but she was considering writing some Castiel/Meg just for the hell of it if he kept up his hateful ways.
Becky slowly turned in her chair. Chuck at least looked appropriately abashed while standing in Becky's living room being held by the collar.
"What?" Becky said, crossing her arms. "You think that if I didn't believe you about your 'subtext' with Dean, I would believe him?"
Chuck shrugged. "She has a point, Cas." Castiel didn't let Chuck go, he pushed him towards Becky. "Okay. Fine," Chuck said. "Becky. When a man loves an angel--do I have to?"
"Inter-species blasphemous angel sex is way worse than incest and I can't believe you want to stifle my creative energies. This is why we didn't work out, Chuck!"
Becky turned back to her computer screen. She knew the angel wouldn't wait around forever. He had people to see. Becky shuddered.
"I'm writing this the way it was meant to be written!" she yelled at the computer screen.
"Can we go?" Chuck asked. "I'll write you and Dean your own 'Song of Solomon' if we can--"
But then they were gone. Becky sighed, but at least she had hard cocks to yet write about. Her good mood returned.
"What if Cas comes back from skydiving?" Sam asks. Dean's lips are teasing the slit at his massive prick.
"Fine. I want him to see I only have eyes for you," Dean says, his big green orbs staring up at Sam. "I love you, Sam."
"Then suck me," Sam says, voice thick with wanton lust. "Jerk."
He licks a stripe up Sam's shaft. "Bitch," Dean smiles. "Let's ditch that judgmental angel dude in a ring of holy fire tomorrow."
"Let's see that 'thursdaysareforblasphemy' chick flame me this time," Becky said.
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Date: 2010-08-03 12:32 am (UTC)"Dean?" Sam asks questioningly.
"Sam," Dean says. It's all he needs to say because that's all he wants. Sam. Sam's big brown eyes look back at him full of lust. Sam licks his lips and steps closer. Heat radiates off of his muscles. Dean moves to meet his brother, body pressed to body. They both want this.
"It's so wrong," Sam says. "But it feel so right."
Sam's lips meet Dean's. Dean licks his way into Sam's mouth and pulls at his belt. He can feel Sam's big, hard cock through his jeans.
"If this is wrong," Dean says, "I don't want to be right."
"I want you," Sam says. "I love you, Dean."
Becky took a deep breath. It was time to get to the good part. She loved writing first time fics, loved making Dean squirm under the weight of Sam.
She heard the flutter of wings, but didn't turn around. The angel was back. The angel ruined everything. Becky hated the angel.
"Becky," Castiel said. "I believe you know Chuck. He is an authority on the canon of the Winchester gospels."
Becky hated the angel. He brought Chuck? To her home? He really did ruin everything. First he ruined Sam/Dean and now he was trying to ruin Lucifer/Chuck. She wasn't a fan of het, but she was considering writing some Castiel/Meg just for the hell of it if he kept up his hateful ways.
Becky slowly turned in her chair. Chuck at least looked appropriately abashed while standing in Becky's living room being held by the collar.
"What?" Becky said, crossing her arms. "You think that if I didn't believe you about your 'subtext' with Dean, I would believe him?"
Chuck shrugged. "She has a point, Cas." Castiel didn't let Chuck go, he pushed him towards Becky. "Okay. Fine," Chuck said. "Becky. When a man loves an angel--do I have to?"
"Inter-species blasphemous angel sex is way worse than incest and I can't believe you want to stifle my creative energies. This is why we didn't work out, Chuck!"
Becky turned back to her computer screen. She knew the angel wouldn't wait around forever. He had people to see. Becky shuddered.
"I'm writing this the way it was meant to be written!" she yelled at the computer screen.
"Can we go?" Chuck asked. "I'll write you and Dean your own 'Song of Solomon' if we can--"
But then they were gone. Becky sighed, but at least she had hard cocks to yet write about. Her good mood returned.
"What if Cas comes back from skydiving?" Sam asks. Dean's lips are teasing the slit at his massive prick.
"Fine. I want him to see I only have eyes for you," Dean says, his big green orbs staring up at Sam. "I love you, Sam."
"Then suck me," Sam says, voice thick with wanton lust. "Jerk."
He licks a stripe up Sam's shaft. "Bitch," Dean smiles. "Let's ditch that judgmental angel dude in a ring of holy fire tomorrow."
"Let's see that 'thursdaysareforblasphemy' chick flame me this time," Becky said.