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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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Dean waggles an eyebrow suggestively, tequila in one hand and a juicy lime in the other. The brewery office is well stocked – lemon and lime wedges in the mini fridge and even a shaker of salt next to the bar.

“Yeah, so?” Sam demands. He gets a little impatient when he drinks. “Stop waving it around and gimme some.”

Dean grins and shakes his head, looking far too pleased with himself. It’s his I’m-up-to-no-good grin. Sam’s seen it a million times, and it always turns out – well, no good.

“You want it, Sammy? You’re gonna have to come ‘n get it.”

“What? Seriously Dean, what the hell?” His brother is an idiot. And a jerk.

Dean puts the tequila and limes on the desk behind him and takes off his jacket, tossing it across the room. His overshirt follows, but he takes that off more slowly, shrugging out of it one arm at a time and letting it slide down his arms deliberately.

Sam gapes. “What the hell are you doing?”

Dean just grins wider, tugging his tee shirt from his jeans and pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. He slides his own hands down his bare chest, looking pleased with himself.

“Asshole,” Sam says, because Dean’s head is too big for his own good anyway. It’s not like Sam doesn’t know how good looking his brother is, for chrissakes. He looks far too often as it is. Dean does too though, so Sam doesn’t feel too bad.

Dean’s fingers are still nimble even drunk as he works his belt buckle open and pops the snap on his jeans. Sam’s eyes widen, and he feels his dick swell, dammit. This is a bad idea. A very bad idea. “Deannnnn,” he complains, but he doesn’t look away.

Dean draws the zipper down slowly, peels his jeans down over his hips and kicks out of his boots. Sam watches the bow of his back as he bends to pull them off, the curve of his ass in tight black boxer briefs. They’ve helped each other out a few times, handjobs after hunts or when one of them couldn’t sleep or whatever, but this? This is different. This is deliberate. This is a BAD IDEA.

When he sees the way Sam’s looking at him, Dean laughs and shoves the tequila at Sam. He clears the desk top with a drunken swipe of his hand, pens and papers and shit clattering to the floor, and then he climbs right on and lays himself out like a goddamn banquet. “Body shots, c’mon Sammy,” he goads, and his eyes are glittering with mischief, his smile crooked and silly.

“You are such a dick,” Sam answers, shaking his head, but he’s already standing over his brother, staring down at the rippled abs and the trail of dark hair beneath Dean’s navel.

“G’head,” Dean encourages, cocking an eyebrow. “Or are you too chicken?”

Oh, that’s it. Sam tips the bottle, splashes of liquid pooling in the dip of Dean’s belly button and trickling down his sides. He giggles, and Sam leans down, slurps a mouthful of tequila. Dean’s laugh breaks off abruptly on a gasp, and Sam can feel his stomach tense and contract at the sensation. Sam licks from one side to the other, flat of his tongue tasting the salt of Dean’s sweat, tracing the indents of his hipbones, then plunging into his belly button. Dean writhes, cursing and grabbing Sam’s head, tangling his fingers in Sam’s hair to pull him up.

“Fuuuuck,” Dean curses, and his pupils are blown wide, slivers of bright green striking around the black.

Sam leans up only long enough to pour more on him, pushing his tongue right back in and swirling it around until Dean is hissing and squirming. Sam gets both hands on his brother’s hips and holds him down, relentless, laving every drop and then fastening his mouth there and sucking hard. Dean throws a hand over his own face and tries to smother a groan, his breathing too fast and goosebumps spreading over his stomach, down his forearms. “Sammmm,” he pleads when Sam doesn’t let up, but he lets Sam hold him down.

“Stay there,” Sam orders when he’s licked Dean clean again. Dean nods, still hiding behind his arm.

Dean startles when instead of more tequila, Sam rubs the lime wedge over his stomach, drawing sticky lines across the muscles of his abs and up the middle of his chest. He squeezes the juice out over each nipple, watching them pebble up, wet and dark and so fucking inviting. He sprinkles the salt shaker over each one, leaves a line of it right down to Dean’s licked-clean navel, then bends to lap it all up, tonguing and licking and biting at Dean’s hard nipples until Dean is trembling, panting. When Sam licks back down his stomach, he goes further this time, nipping at the fine hair that disappears into Dean’s shorts, tasting salty and tangy and some delicious forbidden mix of tequila and lime and Dean. Dean’s cock is tenting his underwear, fat where it’s trapped, obscene. Sam’s tongue darts under the waistband and Dean’s hips come up off the desk, twist frantically.

“Yeah?” Sam asks, his voice whisky rough.

Dean nods, hips still twisting. “Yeah Sam. God, please.”

Sam yanks the elastic down enough to free Dean’s dick, snugs it up under his full balls so they’re caught taut and round beneath. It’s an afterthought now, but he grabs the tequila anyway, dribbles the liquid over the head of Dean’s dick and watches it blurt out a dribble of its own as it twitches in Sam’s hand.

“Uuuuhhh,” Dean moans, tossing his head back and forth on the desk. “Sam, please”

It’s good. Better than Sam thought it would be, though the couple of times he’s done this with other guys, it hadn’t been bad. But this – this is delicious. Dean is making the most pornographic sounds, totally lost to the pleasure of Sam’s mouth, trying to screw his cock up as far into Sam’s mouth as he can manage as he babbles out mostly unintelligible compliments about how great it is and ohgod and ohSammyohfuck. Sam slaps a big hand down on Dean’s sticky belly to hold him down, and he can feel it when Dean’s about to come, his abs tightening and his thigh muscles quivering, no more words, just harsh panted grunts, and fuck, this is hot. He gets his thumb in Dean’s navel, presses in and feels Dean’s stomach go concave as he gasps, and then he’s pulsing in Sam’s mouth, warm and slick and salty. It’s good. Better than.

Sam makes an attempt to wipe the mess of tequila and lime and salt and Dean off his mouth finally, dizzy when he stands up and raises his head. Probably because all the blood has rushed to his dick, which is so stiff it’s painful.

Dean blows out a dramatic breath, then props himself up on his elbows to grin at Sam. His eyes trace a path from Sam’s flushed face and swollen lips down to the obvious bulge in his jeans. He grins wider and licks his lips. “Your turn, Sammy,” he says.

Sam tosses him the bottle and unzips his pants.

*fans self*

Excellent!

Boys!! Thank u :)

You see, sometimes Dean's up to no good grin ends really, really well.

I don't even like tequila and this made me kind of want tequila.

It made me want tequila too. Or maybe just Dean to drink it off...

TEQUILA IS ALWAYS A BAD IDEA.

Though in this case it seems to have worked out quite well :)

Funny how Sam and Dean can make bad ideas seem so good ;)

Hooooo-leeee UNF

That. Was. AWESOME

*ded*

Heeee! Glad you liked ;)

YES with a healthy-sized side order of YES YES. I enjoy every word of this a whole lot.

Yes is a good word when it comes to the boys. No? :)

Dean with salty limey nipples....*Poof*...there went my brain.

Salty limey nipples are definitely a good thing on Dean :)

ngnghh.... -.-.-

brain.malfunction....

<3

Sorry :)

Oh my god...*whimpers* you're killing me here, bb!

Heeee! It's the boys' fault, June. Seriously!

Holy crap, this is hot!!! *dies and is dying*

Even the prompt was hot! :)

Holy shit, now i need a shower

Excellent, my work here is done.... :)

I do hope Sam gets to lick the lime and salt off the nipples later too? I think he got a little distracted by Dean's dick...

Indeed. Wouldn't you? ;)

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amberdreams.livejournal.com - 2012-04-05 17:15 (UTC) - Expand

Never gonna look at tequila in the same way again. Or limes. Or salt. Damn you.

*grins* ;-)

Edited 2012-04-07 07:47 (UTC)

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