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apocalypsosTitle: Keep Saying It, It Might Come True
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Pairing/Warning: Sam/Dean (Baby's first Wincest! Awwww. ;))
Spoilers for: Nightmare
Author's note: Well, I had to do it eventually.
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Keep Saying It, It Might Come True
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... because everything's a costume, you know? The suits, the collars, even Dean's fucking leather jacket. The goddamn thing is Indiana Jones and Han Solo rolled into one. All he needs is a whip and a blaster and he'll be the perfect blend of both, won't he?
No wonder he could get laid at the drop of a hat. Or a fedora. Or a Stormtrooper helmet.
Whatever.
Jesus. Where the hell did Dean get collars, anyway? What, did he win them in a poker game or something?
Must have been one fucked-up round of poker.
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... and the thing is, if he were a girl, he'd totally have an excuse for it. An entire female body's worth of hormones can't be wrong. He'd have to be an idiot not to know that not only would a lot of women jump Dean for whatever kind of naughty symbolism you can get from a good-looking man cleaning his gun collection, but they were always crawling all over Dean because of the leather jacket and there were probably a good list of them twisted enough to think the whole priest thing is actually a little hot.
Okay, very hot.
For the record, he does not think the priest outfit makes Dean look hot. It makes a tall young guy like him look like a dork, but it definitely doesn't make Dean look like a good holy reverend who could charm a girl out of her panties with just one little quirk of his lips.
Nope, definitely not hot.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
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... but when you think about it, it makes sense. Anybody can be sexy holding a gun. Hell, look at Angelina Jolie. She looks sexy holding a gun. Then again, she could look sexy holding a dead squid or a bag of corn chips, so maybe that's a bad example.
It's just, if Dean is holding a gun and cocking an eyebrow and letting his lips turn upward in this smirk that makes girls drag him off and stick their hands down his pants, it's okay if he thinks about doing the same thing, right?
Not all the time, of course, but for three or four seconds here or there. Just in passing.
Hell, it's not like he's going to do anything about it.
That would make it okay, though, yeah?
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... so really, it doesn't mean anything that the thing that made him suddenly move that big heavy bureau with only the power of his mind was a vision of Dean dying.
Nothing at all.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
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... then he can take it the wrong way, if he plays his cards right. The next time Dean says something about how he'll always be there for Sam, and Dean flashes him that protective-big-brother grin and claps him on the shoulder, he can just pretend he doesn't know what the hell he means and pull Dean to him and just kiss the son of a bitch already.
He should be able to do that. If Dean's wearing the leather jacket, he should totally be within his rights.
And one kiss. That's all it should take.
Oh, sure.
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... or if nobody sees it. That should be okay. They're wearing the collars to get a better rate on a hotel room or something, making the sweet little old biddy at the front desk think of that handsome preacher in her hometown she had the crush on, so they've got to wear them into the room and every time they leave it. And when Dean goes to lock up the Impala before they bring in their stuff, he throws on his leather jacket, and of course, he's always carrying. Dean would carry in his sleep if he could.
So if nobody sees it when they get inside the room and somewhere between the jacket and the collar and the gun, he just goes off the deep end and shoves Dean against the wall, pressing his lips to Dean's before the guy can protest, they could totally get away with it. Yeah, he could keep kissing Dean deep and hard and almost violently since they're waist-deep in blasphemy as it is, and he could convince himself that the only reason Dean's not trying to push him away is because his powers are flaring up and he's holding Dean in place.
Sure. And when he finally figures it out, that he's not keeping Dean anywhere he doesn't want to be, it's fine if he tugs at Dean's belt and yanks at the button of his jeans frantically. 'Cause it'll distract him from the way Dean's pulling at his belt, see, the skim of Dean's lips along his jawline and the warmth of Dean's hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers.
And if he wraps his fingers around Dean's length at the same time Dean does the same to him, it cancels each other out. Or it should, somewhere between the guns and the collars and the smell of leather and Dean's slow-moving hand.
It has to cancel each other out.
Right?
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Pairing/Warning: Sam/Dean (Baby's first Wincest! Awwww. ;))
Spoilers for: Nightmare
Author's note: Well, I had to do it eventually.
Keep Saying It, It Might Come True
******
... because everything's a costume, you know? The suits, the collars, even Dean's fucking leather jacket. The goddamn thing is Indiana Jones and Han Solo rolled into one. All he needs is a whip and a blaster and he'll be the perfect blend of both, won't he?
No wonder he could get laid at the drop of a hat. Or a fedora. Or a Stormtrooper helmet.
Whatever.
Jesus. Where the hell did Dean get collars, anyway? What, did he win them in a poker game or something?
Must have been one fucked-up round of poker.
******
... and the thing is, if he were a girl, he'd totally have an excuse for it. An entire female body's worth of hormones can't be wrong. He'd have to be an idiot not to know that not only would a lot of women jump Dean for whatever kind of naughty symbolism you can get from a good-looking man cleaning his gun collection, but they were always crawling all over Dean because of the leather jacket and there were probably a good list of them twisted enough to think the whole priest thing is actually a little hot.
Okay, very hot.
For the record, he does not think the priest outfit makes Dean look hot. It makes a tall young guy like him look like a dork, but it definitely doesn't make Dean look like a good holy reverend who could charm a girl out of her panties with just one little quirk of his lips.
Nope, definitely not hot.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
******
... but when you think about it, it makes sense. Anybody can be sexy holding a gun. Hell, look at Angelina Jolie. She looks sexy holding a gun. Then again, she could look sexy holding a dead squid or a bag of corn chips, so maybe that's a bad example.
It's just, if Dean is holding a gun and cocking an eyebrow and letting his lips turn upward in this smirk that makes girls drag him off and stick their hands down his pants, it's okay if he thinks about doing the same thing, right?
Not all the time, of course, but for three or four seconds here or there. Just in passing.
Hell, it's not like he's going to do anything about it.
That would make it okay, though, yeah?
******
... so really, it doesn't mean anything that the thing that made him suddenly move that big heavy bureau with only the power of his mind was a vision of Dean dying.
Nothing at all.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
******
... then he can take it the wrong way, if he plays his cards right. The next time Dean says something about how he'll always be there for Sam, and Dean flashes him that protective-big-brother grin and claps him on the shoulder, he can just pretend he doesn't know what the hell he means and pull Dean to him and just kiss the son of a bitch already.
He should be able to do that. If Dean's wearing the leather jacket, he should totally be within his rights.
And one kiss. That's all it should take.
Oh, sure.
******
... or if nobody sees it. That should be okay. They're wearing the collars to get a better rate on a hotel room or something, making the sweet little old biddy at the front desk think of that handsome preacher in her hometown she had the crush on, so they've got to wear them into the room and every time they leave it. And when Dean goes to lock up the Impala before they bring in their stuff, he throws on his leather jacket, and of course, he's always carrying. Dean would carry in his sleep if he could.
So if nobody sees it when they get inside the room and somewhere between the jacket and the collar and the gun, he just goes off the deep end and shoves Dean against the wall, pressing his lips to Dean's before the guy can protest, they could totally get away with it. Yeah, he could keep kissing Dean deep and hard and almost violently since they're waist-deep in blasphemy as it is, and he could convince himself that the only reason Dean's not trying to push him away is because his powers are flaring up and he's holding Dean in place.
Sure. And when he finally figures it out, that he's not keeping Dean anywhere he doesn't want to be, it's fine if he tugs at Dean's belt and yanks at the button of his jeans frantically. 'Cause it'll distract him from the way Dean's pulling at his belt, see, the skim of Dean's lips along his jawline and the warmth of Dean's hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers.
And if he wraps his fingers around Dean's length at the same time Dean does the same to him, it cancels each other out. Or it should, somewhere between the guns and the collars and the smell of leather and Dean's slow-moving hand.
It has to cancel each other out.
Right?
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Date: 2006-02-08 08:59 am (UTC)Delicious!
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Date: 2006-02-08 09:11 am (UTC)And dude, you haven't watched? Oh, you totally have to. It just got really good really fast. (Like, in one episode.)