7x18 Comment-fic Meme

[glovered]

Hello! lazy_daze and I have decided that the time for comment-fic is now. In this past episode, Sam and Dean get shwasted Dean says, "I miss these talks." However, we do not see said talk on-screen.

AND THUS, THE INCEPTION OF:

Pimp: <a href="http://glovered.livejournal.com/69377.html"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/PU5jY.jpg" border="0"></a> RULES: (you know how this works) 1. Be Nice To Each Other. 2. Prompts should in some way have to do with Sam and Dean drinking together, things covered in this scene, or things they haven't talked about in a while or something? I don't care too much, tbh. 3. Use any and all characters you want! (RPF welcome so long as it pertains to this scene) 4. Art is also welcome, of course. 5. Prompt with abandon and fill things, too!

Fills
Sam forgets how his inhibitions are lowered and really does tell Dean everything Hallucifer used to say, including the lewd comments about Dean. by runedgirl

Sam usually would never agree to let Dean fuck him in a back alley behind a bar but hey, he's drunk and so is Dean and it seems like a really good idea right now. by juice817

This kind of sloppy, wet making out is really good. And, it turns out, Sam is a mouthy, filthy little fucker when he's horny and wasted. by lazy_daze

Sam, Dean, and some drunk baking. I would imagine a lot more of the food would end up on the floor rather than in the oven, though. (first fill) by bertee

Sam, Dean, and some drunk baking. I would imagine a lot more of the food would end up on the floor rather than in the oven, though. (second fill) by glovered

There are a number of reasons they mututally agreed that getting drunk together was a bad idea. But Sam had sort of forgotten the exact kind of bad idea it was until the words 'body shots' came up. by runedgirl

The problem is, when Dean gets drunk he thinks all Sam's ideas are smart. Even when they're really, really not. by de_nugis

"My lips feel numb, Dean. Are your lips numb? Mine are really numb." by afattribble

Sam's big brother knows everything there is to know about anything. Also, he's always right. Also, all his ideas are flawless and need implementing. Immediately. by orbiting_saturn

Sam drunkenly decides it's time to confess that he dug Dean's amulet out of the trash can two years ago after Dean rashly discarded it. by verucasalt123

Sam is an affectionate, grabby, earnest drunk, all big dreams and world peace and "I just...I feel like everyone should just get along, Dean, y'know?" by tiptoe39

Dean goes on a tangent about Castiel's mouth. ...Dean slurs a bit and says something along the lines of "Christ, those fucking lips." by bertee

Filming scenes like this is a real hardship. (rpf?) by novella34

Sam gets climby when he's drunk, and Dean mostly follows him around in a grumpy stumble to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. by akadougal

Dean decides baby bro is old enough to have a beer. He didn't know it would hit him so hard. by obstinatrix

Dean decides to refill his flask with that awesome, and really expensive-looking, booze. He leaves the flask out, forcing ghost!Bobby to witness whatever shenanigans ensue. by salacious_newt

Sam gets all handsy and affectionate when he's drunk. Dean's too drunk to remember why he's not supposed to enjoy that. by lavishsqualor

Sam gets REALLY horny when drunk. It's a problem. by orbiting_saturn

Well isn't this just the prettiest mental picture that ever was! by glovered

drunk!Sam obsesses about Dean's freckles. Dean will have none of it, thank you, his freckles are not cute or pretty or precious, they are rugged and manly. (fill one!) by glovered

drunk!Sam obsesses about Dean's freckles. Dean will have none of it, thank you, his freckles are not cute or pretty or precious, they are rugged and manly. (fill two!) by oddishly

Tell me if I miss any, and have a good day!

Comments

[expectative.livejournal.com]

Sam usually would never agree to let Dean fuck him in a back alley behind a bar but hey, he's drunk and so is Dean and it seems like a really good idea right now.

It Sounded Like A Good Idea At The Time, pt 1

[juice817.livejournal.com]

"Wait, wait." Sam pushed Dean away so he could talk, because his voice was muffled with his lips smushed up against Dean's. Dean leaned in again, pushing against Sam's hand on his chest, lips pursed ridiculously. Sam snickered.

"What?" Dean finally whined.

Sam looked away from Dean's lips in confusion. "What, what?"

"You said wait. You made me stop. Stop making me stop." Dean shook his head and then blinked. "Whoa."

"Oh." Sam thought carefully, smiling widely when he remembered what. "Why did we come to a bar, Dean? We were already drunk. I was already drunk."

Dean grinned. "Celebrate, Sammy! We stabbed the bitch thing and saved people again. And hunted things. We deserve to celebrate. Besides, I wasn't drunk yet."

"Oh," Sam said again. "Okay."

"So can I kiss you now? Wanna suck on your tongue again."

Sam moaned and moved his hand from Dean's chest to his shoulder as he leaned in again. "Maybe I want to suck on your tongue instead."

"I'm older."

"You're bossy."

Dean didn't deny it, just leaned in and proved it, sucking on Sam's lips and tongue, a rough, possessive kiss that made Sam's head spin even more than the alcohol did. All Sam could do was hold on, grab Dean's face and pull him closer.

Sam didn't know how long they made out, sitting in the shadows at one end of the bar. It was wet and messy, dirty and so fucking good. Sam was so hard it was painful, dick trapped in his jeans, and only vaguely recognized the needy sounds he heard as his own.

They were interrupted by a tap on Sam's shoulder. He ignored it until the hand started to tug and a voice filtered through the white noise in his head. "Hey!"

"What?" Sam turned his head toward the voice and glared. Dean kept kissing Sam, lips moving along his jaw and down his throat. He felt his eyes cross when Dean sank his teeth into the curve of neck and shoulder.

"Take it outside, buddy." The bartender was smirking. He wasn't mad. That was probably good. "You're getting a little loud. And obscene."

Sam blinked and looked past the bartender, finally noticing the other patrons, some of which were openly staring. "Oh. Sure."

"Thanks." The bartender patted his shoulder and turned, making his way back down the bar.

It Sounded Like A Good Idea At The Time, pt 2

[juice817.livejournal.com]

"Dean." Sam's whisper seemed a little loud, but Dean ignored It anyway. Sam tugged on Dean's shirt hard, putting the other hand on Dean's chest. He couldn't quite make himself push, though, not with Dean sucking hard at the flesh he'd bitten. "Dean, we have to go."

Dean answered by sucking strongly. Sam was surprised he wasn't bleeding. Sam reached up to tug at Dean's hair. "Dean, they're going to kick us out. Gotta go fuck outside."

"God, Sammy." Dean pulled back and grinned. "I knew you were dirty. So fucking prissy all the time, but you're dirty."

Sam rolled his eyes and slid off the barstool, tightening his grip on Dean to hold himself steady. "I didn't mean we should fuck outside. I just meant the bartender says we can't fuck in here."

Dean slid off his own stool and held on to Sam. "Well, we should fuck outside. Wanna fuck you." He reached down to palm Sam's dick through his jeans. "You want me to."

"Yeah." Sam gasped, rolling his hips into Dean's hand. "Yeah, fuck me, Dean. Get a cab, go back – "

"No, fuck you here, can't wait." Dean pushed Sam away from the bar, helping him down the dark hall past the bathrooms. "Gonna shove you up against the wall, fuck your brains out. Make you wet and messy, make you wear my come all the way back."

Sam shook his head as Dean pushed the exit door open and dragged him outside. The cool air cleared his head slightly, but not enough. The back alley was dirty, narrow, garbage on the ground everywhere despite the dumpster against the far wall. "No, Dean, it's filthy."

Dean, true to his word, shoved Sam up against the wall, plastered himself to Sam's back. He reached around and fumbled with Sam's fly, finally shoving his hand in the front of Sam's boxers to grab Sam's dick. "Make you filthy. Make you come all over the wall."

He was drunk. Dean was drunk. He was drunk enough that he couldn't remember why it was a bad idea to let Dean fuck him in the alley, because he was so hard and Dean's hand felt so good tugging on his dick. "Okay. God, okay, c'mon, Dean. Fuck me."

"Fuck you hard," Dean growled. He let go of Sam's dick so he could shove Sam's jeans and boxers down his thighs, then lifted his hand to Sam's face. "Suck my fingers. Get 'em wet, Sam, need to get you open."

"You have lube," Sam said, confused. Dean always had lube. He carried the little packets because he was always ready to fuck.

Dean paused. "Oh," he said. "Right."

Sam rested his forehead on the brick in front of him as Dean fumbled behind him. He pushed lightly back into the slight roll of Dean's hips, breath hitching at the feel of Dean's jeans rubbing against his bare skin. "Dean," he whispered, "Dean, hurry, c'mon, hurry."

"Shut up, Sam, I'm trying." Dean's voice was impatient, then he made a soft sound of triumph. There was more jostling behind him, then Dean's fingers were pushing wetly into Sam's ass, two shoving past the initial resistance roughly. Sam gasped and arched against the sudden burn. Dean was in a hurry, spreading the lube inside Sam as he stretched and tugged and pushed against the muscles that would have to relax to let him in. The burn faded quickly into pleasure and need and not enough. Sam pushed back and whined, and Dean laughed softly. "Need it, Sam? Want my hand in your ass?"

"No," Sam growled. "Stupid fucker, not gonna do that. Not drunk enough. Gimme your dick, c'mon."

Dean shoved another finger in and curled them, using his knuckles against Sam's prostate. Sam's knees almost buckled. "If you were any more drunk you'd be unconscious."

"Dean, if you don't fuck me right now I am going to jack off and leave you here and you can sleep alone for a week. A month." Sam shoved back into Dean's hand, hips jerking helplessly. "Never fucking me in an alley again, what the fuck."

It Sounded Like A Good Idea At The Time, pt 3

[juice817.livejournal.com]

Suddenly Dean's fingers were gone and his dick was against Sam's hole and the pressure built until Dean pushed hard and in and all the way and finally, oh god, so good. Full and too much and exactly what Sam needed. He curled his fingers uselessly against the brick and clenched his muscles around the solid length in his ass as he moaned long and low.

"That's it, Sammy," Dean murmured in his ear, his warmth pressed against Sam's back. "God, you feel so good." His hand settled on Sam's hip, the other lifting to curl around Sam's fist. Sam quickly opened his fingers to thread them through Dean's and squeeze. "Fuck you so hard."

"Always talk too fucking much when you're drunk," Sam grumbled. "Just fucking fuck me already, Jesus."

Dean's hand slid from Sam's hip to his stomach and started to thrust, hips rolling slowly at first. Sam made an impatient noise and Dean started fucking faster, shoving in hard, punching a grunt from Sam's lungs with each time he bottomed out. Finally it was Dean who got impatient; he pulled his hand free of Sam's and stepped back, tugging Sam's hips with him. He kicked at Sam's foot to spread his legs wider until the denim was digging into Sam's skin. Sam braced himself against the wall and tilted his hips back and moaned as Dean began pounding into him, hard enough that Sam knew he'd have bruises and god. Fucking hell, so good, the slide in and out and the sound of their skin slapping and Dean groaning and his own dick was leaking so much it was dripping down his dick and over his balls.

"Touch yourself," Dean said, dropping his forehead to Sam's back. "Sammy, c'mon, need you to come, wanna feel it on my dick when you lose it."

"Oh yeah." Sam had kind of forgotten to jack himself, brain fried by the drinking and the way Dean was plowing his ass. He felt his cheeks flush harder and shifted to grab himself. Oh. Oh, yeah. So much better. Sam's fist moved faster, squeezing on the upstoke, dragging his thumb over the top. He threw his head back and groaned so loudly everyone had to hear it but he couldn't stop, needed more, pleasure sparking up his spine until it broke, hard, Sam's body jerking helplessly as Dean fucked him through it and he came all over the brick wall.

Sam was still shaking, knees locked to stay standing, head pressed against the wall so hard he knew he'd have an impression of the brick in his skin, hand slowing but still stroking to squeeze the last few drops out of his dick. For the first time since being re-souled his mind was finally completely blank. He felt Dean jerk and finish and fill his ass, and moaned softly as he heard the squelching sounds of Dean's last few thrusts. Dean pushed in hard again, as deep as he could, and wrapped one arm around Sam's waist to hold him close. He bit sloppily at Sam's back, and Sam's dick pulsed again, leaking a few more drops.

They stayed there linked and pressed together for several long moments, until Sam registered the wet slide down his legs as Dean's come leaking out of his ass. "Dude," he said lazily, voice thick with afterglow. "You're so gross. Never doing this again, you fucker."

Dean pulled back, pushing his fingers in as soon as his dick popped free. "All mine, Sammy," he said. Sam could feel his fingers gathering up the sliding drops and shoving it back into his ass. "Wish I had a plug. Shove it in and keep you full and eat you out back at the motel."

"You're cleaning it all up. And doing the laundry tomorrow because my jeans are gonna be really gross." Sam clenched around Dean's fingers.

"Yeah," Dean whispered. "Lick you clean and eat you out and keep you open and sloppy until I can fuck you again."

Okay, so, maybe the alley and bareback wasn't a bad idea, maybe. Sam felt relaxed and blissed out with a light buzz of anticipation building under his skin. Dean was going to fuck his brains out again.

"You go bareback again and you're sleeping in the wet spot."

[cloex-brosluvr.livejournal.com]

Damn!

If I was in that bar and knew thaht they were taking it outside, I'd for sure follow and watch. :D

[big-heart-june.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhh my god....

Re: It Sounded Like A Good Idea At The Time, pt 3

[shinywhimsy.livejournal.com]

that was cute and silly and funny and hot! (and i'd have followed them too but you already know that... ;D)

[xarixian.livejournal.com]

Nnngh.
Brain malfunctioning. This was goooood <3

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

OK, that actually WAS a really good idea. That might be cheating!

[afattribble.livejournal.com]

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[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

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[meesasometimes.livejournal.com]

yes!!!! to all the dirty back alley sex! It makes for such lovely visuals :)

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Unf unf UNF!!!!!!!

[expectative.livejournal.com]

you broke my brain anjnzjndfjf...

Thank you for filling this prompt :D

[deadflowers5.livejournal.com]

Amazingly hot fic!

[heard_the_owl]

OMG DEAN'S *MOUTH* IN THIS! HIS DIRTY FUCKING MOUTH IS THE HOTTEST THING. DAMN! \0/

[mugma.livejournal.com]

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