Fic: Dean makes it hard
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Title: Dean Makes it Hard
Pairing: Dean/Sam (implied)
Rating: T
Any warnings: deaged!dean, daddy!kink, fluff, humour
Summary: Dean knows what buttons to press
a/n: this was just a tumblr drabble written for a friend. I wanted to work it into something longer, but I have too many things to write!
Dean was leaned against the side of car, tears in his eyes. “They… they thought…”
He couldn’t get his words our before collapsing in wordless laughter yet again. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Dean. Very funny. Now be good for daddy, and get in the goddamn car.”
Really, Sam should have known better.
--oo--
Sam kept his eyes firmly on the road.
He wasn’t looking at his now much younger brother wriggling around. He wasn’t looking at the soft lips (and were Dean’s lips always that kissable? Really?), the long lashes or the…
Slamming on the break, he wrenched himself around.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Dean licked his sinfully pink lips, and let out a low moan. His cock was hard and one hand squeezed firmly, the other thumbing over the leaking head.
“What’s it – ahh! To you, Sammy? Man’s gotta get some… and in this body, it ain’t happening.”
Expelling a heavy breath through his nose, Sam glared at his brother. Dean was currently a child. Regardless of his sexy little… Sam’s eyes dropped to Dean’s hand. He really was little now… a sexy little… Shaking his head firmly, Sam knew he had to take control of the situation.
“Put it away, Dean. That is not appropriate, and you know it.”
Shrugging nonchalantly, Dean raised his hand to his mouth, delicately licking along the edge before sucking his thumb in. Fuck. Sam was a dead man.
“You really think you can tell me what to do?”
There was a pause, while Sam tried to figure out how to deal with this, and Dean bade his time for the kill.
“Or is the problem you want to… Daddy?”
Pairing: Dean/Sam (implied)
Rating: T
Any warnings: deaged!dean, daddy!kink, fluff, humour
Summary: Dean knows what buttons to press
a/n: this was just a tumblr drabble written for a friend. I wanted to work it into something longer, but I have too many things to write!
Dean was leaned against the side of car, tears in his eyes. “They… they thought…”
He couldn’t get his words our before collapsing in wordless laughter yet again. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Dean. Very funny. Now be good for daddy, and get in the goddamn car.”
Really, Sam should have known better.
--oo--
Sam kept his eyes firmly on the road.
He wasn’t looking at his now much younger brother wriggling around. He wasn’t looking at the soft lips (and were Dean’s lips always that kissable? Really?), the long lashes or the…
Slamming on the break, he wrenched himself around.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Dean licked his sinfully pink lips, and let out a low moan. His cock was hard and one hand squeezed firmly, the other thumbing over the leaking head.
“What’s it – ahh! To you, Sammy? Man’s gotta get some… and in this body, it ain’t happening.”
Expelling a heavy breath through his nose, Sam glared at his brother. Dean was currently a child. Regardless of his sexy little… Sam’s eyes dropped to Dean’s hand. He really was little now… a sexy little… Shaking his head firmly, Sam knew he had to take control of the situation.
“Put it away, Dean. That is not appropriate, and you know it.”
Shrugging nonchalantly, Dean raised his hand to his mouth, delicately licking along the edge before sucking his thumb in. Fuck. Sam was a dead man.
“You really think you can tell me what to do?”
There was a pause, while Sam tried to figure out how to deal with this, and Dean bade his time for the kill.
“Or is the problem you want to… Daddy?”
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Date: 2015-04-27 11:03 pm (UTC)This line cracked me up, I could just see Sam's exasperated face and Dean smirking at him!
And the last line was all kinds of wrong but so very hot!!
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Date: 2015-04-28 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-28 03:16 pm (UTC)