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alwaysenduphere) wrote2009-02-28 05:54 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2009-02-28 05:54 pm
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2 ficlets.
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memphis86's meme for happy endings. prompts were dean testing sam on his music knowledge sometime after 4.14, and jensen pressed behind jared in the scene in 4.14 and having to redo the scene, respectively.
how much should we give? {they only answer more!}
pg, gen.
410 words
"Dean, stop." The exasperated look on Sam's face startles the waitress as she drops off their food, two bacon burgers with all the toppings. Sam picks part of the mound of onions off his plate and shoves it onto Dean's.
Dean smiles at the waitress, attempting to reassure her that his brother really isn't a nutcase. "He really doesn't like onions, but he always forgets to ask, don't worry about it."
The waitress leaves, and Sam's left staring at Dean, marveling at how easy the little stories roll of his tongue, little white lies he's been telling his whole life. He's staring a little closely at him when Dean mumbles, lettuce protruding out of the corner of his mouth. "I don't see what the big deal is. Used to not be so hard to get an answer to a question from you."
"The big deal is you've done nothing but grill me about one thing or another my whole life, Dean. I'm a big boy, I know my stuff. I don't need you to be my teacher anymore."
A goofy grin remains in place on Dean's face. "That's what you think. You haven't once looked at our waitress. If you would, you'd learn that she's got the best lips I've seen in weeks. You wouldn't ever notice without me here."
There was a time when you wouldn't be here to notice either, Sam thinks. Then sighs. "Okay, fine. My powers of observation need work. Anything else, teach?"
"Yeah, you've got ketchup on your chin."
Sam snatches a napkin out the holder and wipes hesitantly, almost certain Dean's just giving him a hard time. When the napkin comes away with the slightest smudge of red on it, he wads it up and chucks it at Dean. "Thanks. Jerk."
Dean takes the last huge bite of his burger, tomato juice dripping down his chin. Sam sighs. "Fine. Fortunate Son, written in '69 by John Fogerty. Happy?"
Dean looks at Sam, wipes the tomato remains off his face with a sleeve. "Impressed, actually," he says, mouth still full. "I thought I picked a decently random song."
"It's one of CCR's more famous songs, Dean."
"It is?"
"Yeah. Used a lot for political-type stuff."
"Oh. Well, I got good taste, then."
Sam laughs then, startling the waitress once again, and nudges his brother under the table. "Yeah, I guess you do. Come on, ask me another one then. I'll dazzle you with my knowledge."
acting, what's that?
r, jared/jensen (i can't believe i wrote rps)
214 words
It's not like he's surprised it's happening. When your very attractive costar rubs up against you, over and over again, there's bound to be a reaction. There's bound to be a reaction even if it WASN'T Jared, with all the incessant rubbing.
The thing is, Jensen knows Jared's doing it on purpose. The first couple times, sure, accident. Close quarters, heat of the moment, in the scene. He can't help that he breaks character every time Jared presses up against him; He's certainly not about to admit that having a knife to Jared's throat turns him on in ways he isn't quite ready to deal with. But Jared's pretty much making his body admit it for him.
"Cut!" Called for the tenth time. Jensen sags against the wall as Jared steps away from him, his pants increasingly tighter as the day rolls on. Jared turns at him, smiles in a very "why yes i do know what i'm doing to you" way. Jensen mouths "jerk" at him.
There's the call to reset the scene. Jensen's just going through the motions now. Jared wants to play? Well, okay. Knife to Jared's throat, he lets out a low growl that only Jared can detect, nudges hard against Jared's ass. It's Jared who breaks character this time.
continued, now with more porn!
memphis86's meme for happy endings. prompts were dean testing sam on his music knowledge sometime after 4.14, and jensen pressed behind jared in the scene in 4.14 and having to redo the scene, respectively.how much should we give? {they only answer more!}
pg, gen.
410 words
"Dean, stop." The exasperated look on Sam's face startles the waitress as she drops off their food, two bacon burgers with all the toppings. Sam picks part of the mound of onions off his plate and shoves it onto Dean's.
Dean smiles at the waitress, attempting to reassure her that his brother really isn't a nutcase. "He really doesn't like onions, but he always forgets to ask, don't worry about it."
The waitress leaves, and Sam's left staring at Dean, marveling at how easy the little stories roll of his tongue, little white lies he's been telling his whole life. He's staring a little closely at him when Dean mumbles, lettuce protruding out of the corner of his mouth. "I don't see what the big deal is. Used to not be so hard to get an answer to a question from you."
"The big deal is you've done nothing but grill me about one thing or another my whole life, Dean. I'm a big boy, I know my stuff. I don't need you to be my teacher anymore."
A goofy grin remains in place on Dean's face. "That's what you think. You haven't once looked at our waitress. If you would, you'd learn that she's got the best lips I've seen in weeks. You wouldn't ever notice without me here."
There was a time when you wouldn't be here to notice either, Sam thinks. Then sighs. "Okay, fine. My powers of observation need work. Anything else, teach?"
"Yeah, you've got ketchup on your chin."
Sam snatches a napkin out the holder and wipes hesitantly, almost certain Dean's just giving him a hard time. When the napkin comes away with the slightest smudge of red on it, he wads it up and chucks it at Dean. "Thanks. Jerk."
Dean takes the last huge bite of his burger, tomato juice dripping down his chin. Sam sighs. "Fine. Fortunate Son, written in '69 by John Fogerty. Happy?"
Dean looks at Sam, wipes the tomato remains off his face with a sleeve. "Impressed, actually," he says, mouth still full. "I thought I picked a decently random song."
"It's one of CCR's more famous songs, Dean."
"It is?"
"Yeah. Used a lot for political-type stuff."
"Oh. Well, I got good taste, then."
Sam laughs then, startling the waitress once again, and nudges his brother under the table. "Yeah, I guess you do. Come on, ask me another one then. I'll dazzle you with my knowledge."
acting, what's that?
r, jared/jensen (i can't believe i wrote rps)
214 words
It's not like he's surprised it's happening. When your very attractive costar rubs up against you, over and over again, there's bound to be a reaction. There's bound to be a reaction even if it WASN'T Jared, with all the incessant rubbing.
The thing is, Jensen knows Jared's doing it on purpose. The first couple times, sure, accident. Close quarters, heat of the moment, in the scene. He can't help that he breaks character every time Jared presses up against him; He's certainly not about to admit that having a knife to Jared's throat turns him on in ways he isn't quite ready to deal with. But Jared's pretty much making his body admit it for him.
"Cut!" Called for the tenth time. Jensen sags against the wall as Jared steps away from him, his pants increasingly tighter as the day rolls on. Jared turns at him, smiles in a very "why yes i do know what i'm doing to you" way. Jensen mouths "jerk" at him.
There's the call to reset the scene. Jensen's just going through the motions now. Jared wants to play? Well, okay. Knife to Jared's throat, he lets out a low growl that only Jared can detect, nudges hard against Jared's ass. It's Jared who breaks character this time.
continued, now with more porn!
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I loved the first one, too, dn't get me wrong - but you picked an impressive way to end this post. :)
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thanks for readin'!
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thanks for readin'
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