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

[checkthemargins.livejournal.com]

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?", all big round eyes and pushed-out bottom lip and hands obsessively pulling really lightly at Dean's hair and t-shirt and belt loops.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

All Wrong (1/2)

“Cure cancer, Dean. They said they were gonna cure.... cure cancer.”

Dean squints.

“I mean, what if we've got them all wrong?” Sam says. He's got a hand on the desk, ridiculously close to where Dean's hip is, and it twitches like it's about to make a leap. “What if they just wanna... wanna help?”

“Hell of a body count for guys who want to help.” Dean snorts at the concept.

“We have a hell of a body count, too.”

“We kill monsters.” Dean scowls. “Monsters that deserve it.”

“We all deserve it.” Sam's pout is ridiculous, his lower lip sticking out a full inch, and Dean's salivating for no good reason. “I mean, imagine if we just stopped. Stopped killing. And then they stopped killing. And then we could all just... just...”

“What? We all just sit by the campfire, sing kumbaya? Hand in hand in... tentacle thing?”

Sam looks at him silently. At least he’s stopped stuttering, Dean thinks. Damn stutter when he’s drunk, drives Dean nuts. But his lower lip is still way out there, big eyes full of ideas and if Dean’s really quiet he thinks he can hear Sam’s brain whirling with a thousand more of ‘em.

“Come sit with me, Dean,” Sam says. His hand makes the jump to Dean’s hipbone and yanks in, and oh hey looks like sit with means sit on because abruptly Dean’s riding sidesaddle on Sam’s lap, Sam’s hands low around his waist like a seatbelt. Sam leans in, rests his chin on Dean’s shoulder so his breath is buffeting against Dean’s neck. Giving him goosebumps with every freaking exhale.

“You ever think maybe...” (“No, I never do,” Dean says curtly, trying to shut him up, but he plows ahead) “...maybe we have the whole thing all wrong? Like, everyone else in the world just lives, they never think about killing things, hunting monsters. What if we just stopped? What if we settled down, opened, you know, a hardware store or something, just lived?”

Dean turns his head, tries to shut him down with a frown.

“”What?” Sam says after Dean’s answer doesn’t come.

“I’m not even gonna say it.”

“Fine, don’t talk then.” And Sam’s hands are crawling up his back like a pair of spiders, and if they weren’t so warm they’d creep Dean out. A half-smile plays at the side of Sam’s mouth. “What if it were you and me,” he goes on, half-dreamily, “just living, just being...”

“If you say being normal, so help me--”

“Together,” Sam says, and the dreaminess has cleared into a sudden, focused look, the smile gone. “I was gonna say being together.”

He doesn’t stutter at that.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

(2/2)


Dean tries to imagine it, the two of them, Sam & Dean’s Discount Hardware, but he just sees a girl being attacked by a werewolf 90 miles out with nobody there to stop it or save her, because the two of them aren’t hunting, they’re just living. Not that they could ever save that first girl, it’s always after she’s dead that they show up, but at least they save the second, or the third, or however many it takes for them to find the damn thing. If they never knew how many it killed...

His head spins and he sways a bit on Sam’s lap, and something’s tilting be it the room or his head. One of Sam’s big spider hands finds its way to his scalp, holds him steady. Sam’s lips skirt his chin. It’s all very weird, and Dean’s having trouble processing it. He shifts, tries to face Sam, but it’s not comfortable so he gets up and gets back down and now he’s straddling Sam like a lap dancer. Which somewhere in the back of his mind seems like an awfully bad thing, but now there’s a pleasant buzz down there as well as up top and Sam’s gaze has caught his.

“We could just... be,” Sam says. “And maybe everything would be okay. Maybe life would go on. And you and me...” A jolt at Dean’s waist and he looks down. Sammy fingers tangled in his belt loops, grabby and insistent, tugging in an erratic rhythm. And then there’s Sam’s other hand in his hair, tugging too, and his chin comes up sharply.

His whole intent was to tell Sam off, but the words are slow on his tongue, and Sam’s pout is even further forward than it ought to be. So the minute he purses his lips to talk he’s meeting Sam’s lips midway, a funny pout-talk-kiss thing that steals his breath and makes his brain buzz funnily inside his head. Sam sucks in air briefly, and the vacuum pressure fuses their mouths together. They’re locked there, mouths stuck touching, and Dean’s forgotten to breathe too.

Breathe. Exhale. Fingers come loose, mouths come loose.

Right. That’s right. Sometimes they do this when they’re drunk together, the funny touching and the sometimes-kissing, nothing much. It’s just been so long, so long since Sam’s been OK and Dean’s been … anything, that it feels weird.

His head’s a blur, and he’s got a chill on the back of his neck. Dean eases off Sam’s lap. There’s a little wobble as he . “Yeah,” he says, “yeah, maybe. Maybe we should do that, Sammy.”

“Yeah?” Sam’s eyes shimmer with hope. “You really think so?”

Dean arches his eyebrows. “No. But it’s a nice thought anyway, dude.”

“Oh.” Sam slumps forward onto the desk, rests his head on his wrists like he’s about to go to sleep. “Damn.” Dean feels like a jerk for bursting his bubble, but really. Sam’s a smart guy, but hardware stores and kumbaya with monsters, those things ain’t happening.

Or maybe he’s all wrong.

[akadougal.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeeee

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

you're my favorite, you're like my pocket ego puffer(TM). smish. love you bb

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Oh. So bittersweet! Great fill!

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

thank you doll!! <3

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

♥ BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. I greatly enjoy this. Also the image of Dean in Sam's lap? Yep.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

yeah. mm hm. ALL the lap sitting.

I am so glad we agree on the awesome of these such things. :D I greatly enjoy YOU. :D

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

D'awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Fluffy cute drunk!Sam being all adorable and Wincesty and hippie-esque! I knew Cali rubbed off on him a little bit!

And oh, Dean! The eternal pessimist, forever refusing to believe in Sammy's wuzzlieness. Give in, Dean! Come over to the light; we've got piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee.

Seriously, this was sweet and lovely and a breath of fresh air after a day of dealing with people that I swear would eat their young. Thank you, hun!

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

OH GOD NOW I WANT A HIPPIE AU. THE GHOSTS OF WOODSTOCK... ilu so hard honey, thank you <3

[checkthemargins.livejournal.com]

Oh god this is the perfect fill! Thank you so much!!!! Sam getting all hooked up on the Leviathans curing cancer! And sekrit longing for curtain!life. I love it more than words. Thank you!

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

wheee! I'm so glad!!! I loved the prompt, and woobie Sam is so my faaaave. <3 Thanks so much!