glovered | 7x18 Comment-fic Meme

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:

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!

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

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"My lips feel numb, Dean."

"Yeah. I heard you the first time, Sammy."

"No, yes, okay, but like... I can't feel my lips. It's... weird." Even talking was weird. Well, duh, one needed one's lips to talk and Sam's lips felt suuuuper weird. And numb. This was probably because he was drunk? But then again, Dean was drunk too, and his lips looked... not numb. His lips looked totally awesome.

"Are your lips numb? Mine are really numb."

He'd said the word 'numb' too many times. It sounded funny.

Sam smiled happily. "Numb," he said again, just 'cause. Dean snorted.

"M'lips are fine."

"Hmmm, yes. They are fine."

Wow, so that sounded pervy. Sam frowned. "Sorry."

"The hell r'you aploginizat--wait. Why you sayin' sorry for?"

"Er..." he couldn't really remember. Oops. "I don't know."

He scooted forward in the bed so that his knees slid against Dean's, the two mattresses separated only by a small rickety table and also, Sam knew his legs were longer than the average giraffe's. Moose's. Crowley had called him a moose that one time. Then again moose had shorter legs than giraffes, right? What was the plural of moose? Moosi? Mooses? Meese?

"Sam?"

Dean's lips were closer to his now. Sam's mouth tingled a little. "Ha!" he said, delighted. "Feel less numb! I win!"

"Yeah, you tell 'em cowboy."

When Dean spoke his mouth moved. It looked sooo pretty. Sam's lips were definitely not numb anymore, but they were also kind of... hungry?

He tipped forward and landed a heavy hand on Dean's shoulder and another on his brother's thigh. "Dean!"

"Dude, s'not my fault your balance is shit."

"Well, duh." Man, Dean was lucky he had his looks. He was so dumb sometimes. Numb dumb rum. Although technically they'd drunk vodka, and beer, and a couple of shots of tequila. No rum. "I did that on purpose, Dean."

"Why?"

When Dean shifted his knee brushed the inside of Sam's thigh and a sparkly electric zing shot through Sam. Why had he done that? His hand was still on Dean's leg.

"Lips," he mumbled, brain sticky and slow and confused. And then he leaned in and touched them with his finger. "Feel that?"

Dean's eyes had gone wide and kind of glassy. "Huh?"

"Feel me, Dean?" Sam was whispering and he wasn't really sure why.

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Dean's lower lip gave to the press of Sam's thumb like a plush pillow. So soft. God, so...

"Dean."

"Dude--" Dean's tongue flicked against the pad of his finger and Sam's chest might explode, any second now. "Uh, Sammy, watcha... what are you doin', man?"

"Just checkin'. You... that feel okay? Not... numb?"

Dean swallowed, his eyes still kind of unfocused. Sam wanted that to be a good thing, but he wasn't sure.

"Feels..." when Dean opened his mouth to talk Sam's thumb pressed harder, smushing the words, making them sound even more slurred that they already did thanks to the alcohol coating Dean's tongue. "Yeah. Okay." He breathed in shakily and Sam realized he'd inhaled at the same time, synchronized and just as fragile. "Good. Feels good."

"Oh. That's..."

Sam leaned in even further, his knee firmly pressed into Dean's crotch, his focus on Dean's mouth like tunnel vision after driving for ten hours straight at night. He was shaking a little, tremors of heat making his muscles spasm with tension, shivery and alive. "Feel this?"

He dragged his thumb along Dean's lower lip and then traced the upper one, started out gentle, careful... but by the end his nail was digging in to the yielding flesh. It looked swollen and shit, he was hard, he was really fucking hard because Dean's mouth just opened for it, hot steamy alcohol breath and wet teeth and Dean was just letting him do it, would let him do anything...

"Fuck, Sam." The word puckered his mouth and Sam couldn't--Sam was aching and hard and really, very drunk but also his finger was practically inside Dean's mouth...

"Fuck," Sam echoed, and he wrenched his hand away to cup Dean's jaw and tilted his brother's head to press their lips together. He felt anything but numb as the trembling coiled-tight feeling rushed out of him to be replaced by a claw of starvation for the taste and feel of Dean's mouth. It was sloppy and messy and perfect, absolutely perfect, and Dean fell back onto the mattress and took Sam with him, so gravity pressed them even closer, and Dean's hands had sunk into Sam's hair.

"That--that feel good? Feel okay?" Sam panted, peppering kisses all over Dean's mouth and not really stopping long enough for Dean to answer. "God, Dean, I--love this, love it--"

"Yeah, yes," Dean managed, eyes lit up and smiling. "Sammy, yes."

moose? Moosi? Mooses? Meese?.....LOL

this was incredibly HOT!!!

LOL!

and HOT!

<3

Wow! That was AWESOME!! Fabulous buildup and so very hot. \o/

He felt anything but numb as the trembling coiled-tight feeling rushed out of him to be replaced by a claw of starvation for the taste and feel of Dean's mouth.

yesssssss. i want to roll all around in this...funny and sweet and full of the best unresolved sexual tension getting resolved.

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