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withimpunityTitle: This Isn't a Mountain and I Ain't No Cowboy
Pairing: Sam/Dean -- in that order, bbs
Rating: Naughty
Words: 100
Prompt:
Disclaimer: All your Winchesters are belong to Kripke.
"Come on, Sammy. Don't start getting all Ennis on me now."
"I just said I liked them."
"Yeah, but you were really thinking how you want to strip me down and taste every pretty little freckle on my body."
"Actually I was thinking about how I'm going to tie you up when we get back to the motel and come all over every one of them I see."
People in the cafe began to stare when Dean started choking on his sweet tea.
"Jesus," He muttered, shifting in the booth. "Since when did I become the vanilla one?"
Pairing: Sam/Dean -- in that order, bbs
Rating: Naughty
Words: 100
Prompt:
Disclaimer: All your Winchesters are belong to Kripke.
"Come on, Sammy. Don't start getting all Ennis on me now."
"I just said I liked them."
"Yeah, but you were really thinking how you want to strip me down and taste every pretty little freckle on my body."
"Actually I was thinking about how I'm going to tie you up when we get back to the motel and come all over every one of them I see."
People in the cafe began to stare when Dean started choking on his sweet tea.
"Jesus," He muttered, shifting in the booth. "Since when did I become the vanilla one?"
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Date: 2009-02-07 06:30 am (UTC)Smokin', babe.