my fic: Travel Games
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withimpunityTitle: Travel Games
Pairing: none; samndean
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Prompt: ‘king’
a/n: this is probably a stretch on the prompt \o/
“Its dark outside and we’re wearing sunglasses.”
“You’re not even trying.” Dean groans, slowing the car down to fifty as they come up behind a semi-truck.
“I’m beat, Dean,” Sam scrubs his face. “Just let me get an hour, okay?”
“Sorry, Sammy,” Dean grins, slapping Sam‘s thigh. “Gotta keep me company.”
Sam sighs and runs his fingers through his hair; the car jolts into passing gear and Dean speeds around the Wal-mart truck, past a sign that reads Graceland, Next Exit.
A smile lights up Sam’s face. “I always said if I had to fuck a guy, it’d be Elvis.”
Pairing: none; samndean
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Prompt: ‘king’
a/n: this is probably a stretch on the prompt \o/
“Its dark outside and we’re wearing sunglasses.”
“You’re not even trying.” Dean groans, slowing the car down to fifty as they come up behind a semi-truck.
“I’m beat, Dean,” Sam scrubs his face. “Just let me get an hour, okay?”
“Sorry, Sammy,” Dean grins, slapping Sam‘s thigh. “Gotta keep me company.”
Sam sighs and runs his fingers through his hair; the car jolts into passing gear and Dean speeds around the Wal-mart truck, past a sign that reads Graceland, Next Exit.
A smile lights up Sam’s face. “I always said if I had to fuck a guy, it’d be Elvis.”
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