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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:
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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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AND THUS, THE INCEPTION OF:
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
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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
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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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
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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
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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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
The problem is, when Dean gets drunk he thinks all Sam's ideas are smart. Even when they're really, really not. by
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"My lips feel numb, Dean. Are your lips numb? Mine are really numb." by
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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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Filming scenes like this is a real hardship. (rpf?) by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Dean decides baby bro is old enough to have a beer. He didn't know it would hit him so hard. by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Sam gets REALLY horny when drunk. It's a problem. by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Well isn't this just the prettiest mental picture that ever was! by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Tell me if I miss any, and have a good day!
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Date: 2012-04-02 05:25 am (UTC)So maybe switching out the decorative bottles of amber colored mineral water with real booze had been a mistake. Maybe replacing just Jensen's bottle would have been a better idea than all five of the prop bottles that had been set out for them. But whatever. The surprised, bug-eyed grimace on Jensen's face when he took that first searing gulp of Scotch had totally been worth it and Jared patted himself on the back for managing to keep his best Sam-face firmly in place. But six takes and four near empty bottles later, the awesomeness of pulling one over on his best friend was wearing off as they struggled to remember their lines and pretend to be sober while acting drunk. Or maybe it was the other way around... Whatever it was they were doing, Jared was exhausted and he kinda wished he'd let someone else on set in on his epic plan so he had someone to laugh at Jensen with.
"Sammy...?" Jensen slurred, waving his fingers in front of Jared's face. "You in there, man?"
Jared's eyes snapped up at Jensen's face and Jensen gave him a lopsided smile. Jared grinned back. "What?"
"Cut!"
Jared and Jensen both looked over at Bob.
Bob did not look happy.
"You guys alright?" His voice had that controlled annoyed pitch to it that he got when he was restraining himself from tearing into them. "'Cause you didn't get a single line from the script in this time."
Jared smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Bob," he started. "We, uh--"
"We were tryin' to get some shit for the gag reel!" Jensen yelled, interrupting Jared's confession. His words were clipped, voice tight and much louder than necessary, and Jared snorted a laugh at how drunk he sounded.
Drunk, but apparently still able to think on his toes! Sometimes Jensen was a friggin' genius.
"Yeah!" Jared called. "Sorry, we're just, ya know, uhh... fuckin' around."
"Oh, for chrissake," Bob muttered, rolling his eyes. "Can we try for just ONE good take before you two go out of your way to make yourselves look like complete idiots?"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry man, no problem..." Jensen waved at him as he and Jared took their places behind the desk. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you," he whispered without looking at Jared. Jared swallowed a giggle and ignored him. Jensen was a little wobbly on his feet and Jared was grateful that the scene called for him to stay on his ass throughout.
"Scene 9, take 7. Action!"
"Drink up, Sammy," Jensen slurred, pouring himself yet another glass of Scotch and drank it as fast as he could, bending at the knees like that would help it go down easier.
"Can you even get drunk anymore?" Jared asked, hoping he was on the right line. He knew that one was at least somewhere in this scene. He took a big gulp of whiskey and tried not to visibly gag on the sickly sweet liquor.
Jensen leaned over, resting his hand on Jared's shoulder as he looked intently at the computer screen in front of him. His face was close to Jared's, a lot closer than he should be and Jared could smell the liquor on his breath when he exhaled his next line. Jared didn't hear whatever it was he said, though. He was too distracted by Jensen's fingers sliding across his neck and twisting into the long hairs at the nape. He gave a small tug and murmured, "Are you ever gonna cut this shit? You're startin' to look like a girl."
"A'least I'm a pretty girl," Jared slurred back, looking up into Jensen's glassy green eyes as a shiver crawled up his spine. "Like you should talk!" he scoffed. "You got, like, the longest eyelashes I've ever seen. On anyone!" He laughed loudly right into Jensen's face. "So you're the girl. Girl." He took another drink and smiled innocently back up at his friend.
"Yeah, well..." Jensen trailed off, his eyes going dark.
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Date: 2012-04-02 08:45 pm (UTC)Jared got that tingly feeling in his belly, the same one he always got when they were drunk and thatthingtheynevertalkedabout reared up between them. It was always there, this... this thing just below the surface, a smoldering intensity that made people on set whisper and fangirls write disturbingly realistic diatribes about their epic love for each other. But after seven years, Jensen had become the master of denial and avoidance.
Jared was okay with it, he had even tried to kiss Jensen that one time when they were still living together, right after he and Sandy split up. But Jensen turned his head at the last second, laughing like Jared was just messing around and made an excuse to go to bed. Jared never tried anything again. He always figured Jensen would come around someday, but as the years passed and they never shared anything more than heated looks and innuendo, he had all but given up hope. It was enough to have Jensen as his best friend, even though Jared would secretly always wish for more.
But now Jensen was staring at him, their faces so close together Jared could taste Jensen's breath on his tongue. His heart was whamming painfully against his ribs and he was having a hard time focusing on anything other than Jensen's full lips.
"Girl lips," he mumbled, mesmerized when Jensen's pink tongue flashed out to wet them.
Jared was dimly aware that people were whispering, heard someone cough loudly as someone else cleared their throat even louder. Jensen either didn't hear the noise around them or suddenly decided he was drunk enough that he didn't care because he flashed Jared a mischievous grin and growled, "I'll show you girl lips," right before he crushed their mouth's together.
Jared let out an admittedly girly squeal as his whole body went rigid and his eyes widened comically because holy shit! Jensen was kissing him! Jared was too shocked to respond, just sat there and took it as his best friend assaulted his mouth in the best way possible. Jensen was vibrating with laughter against his mouth and when Jared gasped, he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue deep inside, thoroughly exploring Jared's tonsils.
It only took a moment for Jared to snap out of it and start kissing him back, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting his own tongue into Jensen's hot, Scotch-sour mouth, giving as good as he got.
Jensen wasn't laughing anymore, no, now he was moaning softly into Jared's mouth, twisting his fingers tight in his hair to pull Jared's head back for a better angle. Jared's hands fisted the lapels of Jensen's jacket, holding him close as their tongues slowed their frantic pace and they relaxed into a much more sensual kiss. When Jensen finally pulled back to catch his breath, nipping lightly at Jared's swollen lips, his eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide with lust and Jared's cock twitched a hello! in his jeans. He rested his forehead against Jared's, breathing hard and Jared's eyes crossed as he drunkenly tried to focus on Jensen's face.
"Um, cut?" Bob's confused voice made them jump and look over at the awestruck crew, every last one of them frozen in place and staring.
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Date: 2012-04-02 08:47 pm (UTC)Jensen jumped back, yanking out of Jared's grip. He looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights, panic written all over his face. Jared felt his own face flame as he wiped a hand over his wet mouth. Jensen looked at him, eyes wide and filled with fear. When he looked back at their crowd, he choked out a shrill, almost hysterical laugh and shrieked, "Punked, muthafuckas!" He looked at Jared desperately, silently begging him to go along with it.
Jared forced out a harsh laugh. "You should see your faces!" he called, pointing at the lot of them.
After an uncomfortable moment of everyone staring dumbstruck at them, somebody let out an uncomfortable laugh and a few others finally joined in. "Good one, guys," Brad said, his voice tight.
"Yeah, you guys really got us," some chick Jared couldn't remember her name from makeup mumbled, her face scarlet.
"Let's take a break," Bob finally said and everyone scattered quickly. He walked over to the boys with a strained smile plastered to his face. "Jared," he began, his voice affectionately condescending. "Did you switch out the props with real booze again?"
Jared nodded, forcing himself to meet Bob's eyes and grin through the embarrassed flush still staining his face. Bob sighed and rolled his eyes. "Go sober up, dumbasses." He spun around and quickly walked off, shaking his head.
Jared and Jensen looked at each other nervously. "So," Jared started, looking down at his hands. "Um, that happened."
"Yeah," Jensen answered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You, um... Yeah. Okay, yeah. I'm gonna go lay down." He started toward his trailer, weaving a little as he tried to walk a straight line and Jared lagged a few steps behind.
When Jared reached his own trailer, he opened the door, mentally making plans to puke his guts up, lay down face first on his overstuffed couch, and hopefully die of either alcohol poisoning or suffocation in his sleep so he never had to come out ever again. So to say he was shocked when Jensen shoved him inside roughly from behind, slammed the door shut and spun Jared around to push him up against it was a bit if an understatement.
"What...?" Jared began, dazed, but quickly lost his train of thought when Jensen smiled at him and gently pushed his soft lips against Jared's.
Yeah, sometimes Jared's pranks were friggin' awesome.
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