7x18 Comment-fic Meme

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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!

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Shuffling further along the counter, he peered into the pie-casing and then looked at the bowl. "So you just pour that in there?"

"Yep," Dean said. "One cherry pie coming right up."

He looked up at Sam with a grin and started singing as he poured the cherry mixture into the pie base. "She's my cherry pie..."

"You have such a healthy relationship with food."

Dean flipped him off as he kept singing and Sam smirked before downing some more beer. With his boundaries of what constituted a good idea now adjusted by alcohol, he hopped off the counter to move behind Dean as he joined in the song, "Tastes so good make a grown man cry..."

It was far too easy to unfasten Dean's jeans. Sam stepped back to watch them pool around his ankles as he finished with a grin, "Sweet cherry pie."

Finished with the cherries, Dean stomped around in a stunted little circle and put his hands on his hips. "C'mon, man, I can't be the stripper and the cook." He kicked his jeans off, leaving him in socks, underwear, a tee and an apron. "I bake food, you get naked."

He looked pointedly at Sam's shirt and Sam realized that yes, he was drunk enough to feel guilty about being fully clothed.

"Fine," he said, tugging off his boots. His shirt and tee followed, tossed somewhere in the vicinity of the non-sex bed, and he held his arms out in case Dean hadn't noticed his shirtlessness. "Better?"

Dean grinned. "Much." His gaze lingered on Sam's abs. "Now come stand over here so I can stare at you while I bake."

Sam enjoyed the fact that Dean was too drunk to even come up with an excuse for ogling him. Unfortunately, he himself was too drunk to come up with a reason why he shouldn't be ogled and so he walked over to lean against the counter while Dean started cutting some dough-type stuff into strips to go on the top of the pie.

He took a moment to appreciate the bow of Dean's legs and the tight little swell of his ass as he went. He wondered if Dean would object to riding Sam's dick while he baked.

Smiling to himself at the thought, Sam reached in to steal a cherry from the pie but scowled when he got a slap on the hand from Dean.

"No," Dean said, pointing a stern, pastry-covered finger at Sam. "No taking my cherries."

Sam couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. "I think it's too late for that, dude."

"Haha, fuck you," Dean said, knocking back the rest of his beer. "Stay the hell away from my pie, assface. I mean it, I will kick your ass."

He made a karate-chop motion in Sam's general direction.

Sam patted his butt and drank some more beer. "Sure you will."

His fingertips were still red with the juices of the cherry he hadn't managed to steal and he reached over to smear it on Dean's nose as he kept slicing strips of pastry. Lost in what he was doing, it took Dean a second to notice what had happened and he looked over at Sam with wide eyes and a bright pink nose. "Jerk."

"Rudolph."

He couldn't get down from the countertop in time to avoid Dean's flailing limbs but he squirmed backwards with a yell as Dean stuck his fingers in the cherry mix and smeared his fingers over Sam's cheek. The mixture was cool and sticky and Sam shook his hair out of his face as Dean made a satisfied noise and started laying strips across the top of his pie.

"Oh, real mature," Sam said, fully aware of how slurred his voice was. Sliding down off the counter, he grabbed Dean's wrist before he could restock his pie-filling ammunition and spun him around until his ass was pressed against the counter. Dean squirmed, trying and failing to wrestle Sam away, and it didn't take them long to reach a stalemate with their arms tangled together and Dean pinned between Sam and the counter.

"I take it back," Dean said, straining to hide his smile. "You can go wait in the car when I'm cooking. You got no respect for a guy and his pie."

Sam leaned in to lick the filling off the tip of Dean's nose.

"What the-"

Dean blinked. "Well, that's unsanitary."

Sam rolled his eyes and kissed him.

(According to all the alcohol he'd consumed, the correct response to accusations of poor hygiene was making out.)