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

Ma Vie En Peche(1/5)

[glovered.livejournal.com]

SO. I am slow, slow, slow, but am posting this as a second fill! I haven't read the first yet and I'm hoping they are somehow identical, LOL. Also, I entrapped oddishly and had her give it a read over bc she is a kind soul who does these things.



While they're sitting in the dark in this office, waiting for the alcohol to kick in, Dean expands on his dream pie. He's got the burn of tequila in his gut and his brother as a somewhat captive audience. Sam had said, "Oh my god Dean," when Dean hit his go-to subject, but now there's a curve of a smile, just there, Dean can see it. It's pretty much the best.

"Flaky crust," he tells Sam. He crosses an arm over his chest and nods, no nonsense.

Sam idly rewinds the tape to test whether they're drunk enough to see the shoujo. They're not. "Flaky crust, huh?"

"That's where it's at. Good with anything. Well, not blueberry.”

Sam mutters, “Yeah, you hate blueberry.”

Dean watches him rewind the tape again. “You just checked it a second ago. We're not drunk yet.”

“Dean, you've gone into full pie mode, I think we're pretty much there.”

Dean shrugs. What he can't say is, this is dangerous, this getting smashed around Sam. When he does drink enough that his judgment is impaired, pie is the only safe subject.

“Love me some pie,” he says instead of “I think I'm in love with you.”

“Dean, shut up.” Sam clicks a key rather forcefully, but then seems to feel bad about it and amends with with slurry distraction. "Know what? We survive this, I'll make you one."

"You?" Dean knocks a paperweight off the desk but catches it right away because, hunter reflexes. He does not let this fumble derail him from the fact that, "you really going to make good on that?"

"Sure."

Dean is beyond pleased, even if that did sound somewhat like a bribe. The image of Sam bent over an oven is pretty damn awesome and eclipses all else. He is a simple guy.

Ma Vie En Peche(2/5)

[glovered.livejournal.com]

Frankly, he thinks as his head spins-- Frankly, this turn of events is surprising. Sam usually suffers Dean's rambling and says things like, "oh my god how much is there actually to say about glaze?" and "you do realize you've been rambling for an hour?" until Dean passes out or is sober enough to have a normal conversation. And when Sam gets drunk along with him, he says things like, "sure go ahead,” and so Dean does, but now it seems as though Dean's worn him down on at least this one subject.

“Alright,” he says, shaking himself out of it.“Party time.”

Sam rewinds one more time and pauses. Yeah, it's a ghost. No surprise there.

What matters is Sam looks really pretty. And he's really smart.

Dean just said the smart part aloud. He says, “Huh, I'm actually kind of drunk,” and pours himself out another glass, then downs it. He looks at the bottle. "What is this? Me likey."

Sam grunts.

Dean feels warmth all throughout, watching the side of Sam's face. He says, "I miss these talks."

Ma Vie En Peche(3/5)

[glovered.livejournal.com]

After splitting with Garth, they ditch town. They drive somewhat aimlessly for two hours northwest until they hit the outskirts of civilization again, strip malls and dive bars. Sam has been hungover all day and gets downright surly when Dean thoughtfully buys him some beef jerky from the seven-eleven. He forces Dean to take them to a real grocery store, bitching about needing actual sustenance. Dean peruses the alcohol aisle.

They drive around the motel parking lot until they creak into a parking space in front of their room. Sam was grumpy about that, too. He'd demanded a certain room with a kitchenette from the old guy at the desk. Dean had mouthed an apology but that had just earned him a squint.

Sam tumbles out of the tiny passenger side and Dean grabs their bag from the back seat where it's piled on the katana and the slinky and a load of other items they've accumulated.

“Lucky thirteen,” he says, tapping the key card against the door frame and damn he's still in a good mood. Something about last night that he can't really get a handle on, and hanging out with his brother who is all put back together, and the satisfaction of a job well done.

Sam on the other hand, shoves past him with his bulging backpack.

“You pissed? Is it the case? Cuz I mean, forced drinking on a case? A-okay with me.”

Sam just says, “Go take a shower, Dean. You smell.”

Dean tries for charm. “Well, that's awfully—“

“Go.”

“All right.”

Dean takes a shower but really just stands under the hot water for a long time before he realizes he left the shampoo on the counter. So he slides the curtains open and steps out, sinking wet footprints into the rug. Before he jumps back in, shampoo in hand, he listens at the door because sometimes he just likes hearing Sam. He hears him clunking around, and then a muttered, “Fucking kidding me?”

All normal. Dean steps back into the shower. He almost immediately gets shampoo in his eyes and has to pull out his contacts and maybe cries a little because that rinses them out or something. The point is, he loses some time, can't tell when exactly he stepped in, but the water is hot and relaxing, just what he needed.

His fingers are pruned by the time he gets out. He towels off to the low crooning of...was that “Traveling Riverside Blues”...mixed with “Ramble On”?

Ma Vie En Peche(4/5)

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He pulls his jeans back on, somewhat desperately, and a different shirt that smells like Sam because he wasn't paying attention apparently when he reached in the bag. He rubs the towel over his head one more time before tossing it into the corner, and when he steps out, he is about to demand to know who would make a mash-up of two of the greatest songs ever written, and secondly, why Sam is playing it, but Sam looks so entirely guilty that Dean waits. He clears his throat.

“Shit! Uh.” Sam says.

Dean loves catching Sam in the act. No matter what it is, he loves how Sam fumbles and goes dark and embarrassed. Currently, Sam has something in his mouth and is holding something behind his back.

Dean leans against the door jam. “So.”

Sam shifts on his feet and looks glum, which is not supposed to happen. Dean frowns.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine, I just.” Sam pauses, looks at Dean, then pulls the sword from behind his back like an admission, like it's supposed to mean something.

“Uh,” Dean hazards. “Practicing?”

Sam steps aside and a cutting board of fruit is revealed on the counter. “We didn't have a knife.”

“Peaches!” Dean says, and steps over to take a slice. He pops it in his mouth and moans around all the juice and tangy happiness that explodes like sunshine on his tongue. Sam makes a strangled noise. Dean pops another piece in his mouth and sucks juice from his thumb, feeling greedy. He says, “So, what is this?”

He notices Sam has sugar on his cheek like a fingerprint, and he wants to lick it. He's thinking about this so doesn't notice for a moment what else is on the counter.

“Is that?”

“Yeah,” Sam says. “You know, whatever.”

There is a tin with crust in it, and the oven beeps right then to three seventy-five.

Sam steps in so their shoulders are brushing and Dean watches him pile the peach slices into the tin in a delicious pile, and it all makes sense. Well, some sense. Sam has noticeably drawn himself up to his full height, ready for a scuffle if Dean, godforbid tries to get in between him and this mission. He pours sugar and other things on the fruit and Dean watches him, feeling an immeasurable amount of good-will which is not only due to the pie, until Sam sticks it in the oven and turns on Dean and demands, “Now spill.”

Ma Vie En Peche(5/5)

[glovered.livejournal.com]

Dean is somehow caught off guard, despite having blatantly stared at Sam for three minutes. He says,“Huh?”

“I know it's code. Every time you talk about pie it's like, it's like you're talking about something big. So spill.”

“It's not....” Dean starts, but Sam's expression is so randomly hopeful that he can't pass it off as nothing. He was in the shower two minutes ago thinking things were looking up, and then he was lured out with fruit, not even wearing his own shirt, into this trap where Sam is going to feel like shit and Dean's world will probably end.

Dean feels lightheaded with the reality of it and says, with the tremulous sincerity of a man who knows his greatest crime is also the one he believes in most, "I do love pie.”

Sam makes a noise, like you're lying, why would you lie to me but Dean catches his gaze and says, “I do love pie but I tell you about this shit because I can't just....” He takes a deep breath, a billion years of repression making his voice break. “You know?”

"No."

Dean can't stop talking somehow. "Other people are fair game. I just tell them everything, you know? About, uh, you.”

“Yeah?” Sam's got a shaky smirk somewhere in his voice, like Dean's joking. Like they're on safe ground now.

“There was a waitress at a strip club in Vegas, I really talked her ear off. And a guy at a dive last week. There are like, a hundred people at least."

"Oh,” Sam falters and looks away but then back, squinting. “You're serious?”

Dean scoffs. Serious?  He's spilled his entire heart out to a hundred strangers at bars across the country. He says, “Sammy.”

“At a strip club?"

“That is not the—“

“I know.” Sam says, and then breathes out “Jesus,” and traps Dean up against the wall with elbows on either side of Dean's face.

“So I mean—“ Dean says.

“Yes.”

First order of business, Dean licks the sugar off of Sam's jaw. Next on the list, gratitude. He snags Sam's belt loop and pulls him in tight and says, “Thanks for, you know.”

“The crust is just the premade kind,” Sam says, like he's admitting some dark sin, and then kisses Dean. "But I promised, so."

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

It's true, Dean does tend to flag down random strangers and talk to them about how he's in love with his brother Sam.

Just the thought of Dean realizing that he's enjoyed hanging with Sam and being in a good mood and having a long shower is making me all warm and fuzzy, and that's even without the pie-baking and declarations of love part.

[cordelia-gray.livejournal.com]

It's true, Dean does tend to flag down random strangers and talk to them about how he's in love with his brother Sam.

This is trufax canon.

[ordinaryink.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, this was perfectttt *___* Deannnnnnn and Sam and them. Gah, thank you! If my heart were a pie, it would be baked and warm and oozing with love for everything this is. It's 2:30am. I'm allowed to talk like this. *_*

[glovered.livejournal.com]

Mm pie sounds delicious right now. And the timely icon! I'm glad you enjoyed this, T.

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

I am bibbling with joooooooy

[glovered.livejournal.com]

SUCCESS.

[oddishly.livejournal.com]

I STILL CAN'T PICK A LINE I LOVE BEST. But you should know that Dean loves catching Sam in the act. THERE ARE WHOLE UNIVERSES IN MY HEAD ABOUT THIS FACT. I love that Dean loves catching Sam in the act. Like, would marry it. Or at least spend 7-10 years thinking about marrying it before throwing it off for First order of business, Dean licks the sugar off of Sam's jaw. *__________________________*

[glovered.livejournal.com]

SEVEN TO TEN YEARS THINKING ABOUT MARRYING IT. AND THEN THROWING IT ASIDE. This makes you sound very inconstant like the moon but I am very happy that you liked thisssss.

[runedgirl.livejournal.com]

I LOVE all the things they say without saying them! This is delicious :)

[glovered.livejournal.com]

WRITING THIS MADE ME WANT PIE.

Re: Ma Vie En Peche(5/5)

[lazy-daze.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaaaah! Deannn! Sam! Sam feeling bad about premade pie crust! s;kdgj;sdjgsdg.

[meesasometimes.livejournal.com]

Love me some glovered :)

also the word 'frankly' and the little fingerprint of sugar on Sam....

“The crust is just the premade kind,” Sam says, like he's admitting some dark sin, and then kisses Dean. "But I promised, so."

<3

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Dean feels lightheaded with the reality of it and says, with the tremulous sincerity of a man who knows his greatest crime is also the one he believes in most, "I do love pie.”

Your way with words is a gift to all Fankind. *happiness*

[cordelia-gray.livejournal.com]

Do you realize how badly I want peach pie now? I BLAME SAM. AND DEAN. AND YOU. This is just too delicious!

[lavishsqualor.livejournal.com]

Holy fuck, sssssss. I'm all: *_________* There was just SO MUCH TO LOVE IN THIS. Like, dammit, every little thing. Pie! Talking about pie because it's the only safe thing! Explaining how he talks about pie because, you know. Just uhhhhh, I loved.

Re: Ma Vie En Peche(5/5)

[luminosity]

*sigh* I love pie, too.

But not like Dean loves pie.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Oh the dark sin of premade pastry...that has got to be one of Sam's worst yet...
This was a yummy little ficlet, almost as good as pie.

Re: Ma Vie En Peche(5/5)

[rivkat.livejournal.com]

Their love is so inarticulate! I really enjoyed this.

[blackrabbit42.livejournal.com]

Of course, everything = perfect... but two things stood out for me... Dean with contacts? Is that true? or just true for you? either way, I luuuurrrvvv it. Don't know why. Second... he knows it's not his shirt by the way it smells like Sam!! Also love this trufact of the universe.

:)

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

FYI:

http://rocksalt-recs.livejournal.com/274485.html

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