Holiday Drabble-a-Day # 2 - SPN
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Drabble # 2
Supernatural
Sam/Dean
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deirdre_c with prompt of mistletoe
Sam stopped moving when he noticed the decoration hanging above the motel’s lobby door. He grabbed Dean’s hand and yanked him back.
“What the hell is wrong with you, dude?”
He cleared his throat and motioned with his eyes above them. Dean followed his gaze and rolled his eyes. “You’re such a girl.”
“I didn’t make the rules, Dean.”
“Dude, I’m not kissing you.”
“That’s not what you said last night. In fact, I usually can’t get you to stop kissing me.”
“Yeah, but that’s because I want to, not because some goofy looking plant is hanging over my head.”
“It’s tradition, man. Just kiss me.”
Dean rolled his eyes again, but he grabbed Sam’s shirt to pull him closer and pressed his lips against Sam’s. It was a chaste kiss as far as they went between the two of them, but Sam couldn’t help but smile when Dean stepped away, more than a little flustered.
Dean noticed the pleased look on Sam's face and said, "I hate you."
"Go get us a room and I'll make it up to you."
Dean cocked his head to the side like he was studying Sam carefully and said, "Just leave the plants out of it, you kinky bastard."
Drabble # 2
Supernatural
Sam/Dean
For
deirdre_c with prompt of mistletoeSam stopped moving when he noticed the decoration hanging above the motel’s lobby door. He grabbed Dean’s hand and yanked him back.
“What the hell is wrong with you, dude?”
He cleared his throat and motioned with his eyes above them. Dean followed his gaze and rolled his eyes. “You’re such a girl.”
“I didn’t make the rules, Dean.”
“Dude, I’m not kissing you.”
“That’s not what you said last night. In fact, I usually can’t get you to stop kissing me.”
“Yeah, but that’s because I want to, not because some goofy looking plant is hanging over my head.”
“It’s tradition, man. Just kiss me.”
Dean rolled his eyes again, but he grabbed Sam’s shirt to pull him closer and pressed his lips against Sam’s. It was a chaste kiss as far as they went between the two of them, but Sam couldn’t help but smile when Dean stepped away, more than a little flustered.
Dean noticed the pleased look on Sam's face and said, "I hate you."
"Go get us a room and I'll make it up to you."
Dean cocked his head to the side like he was studying Sam carefully and said, "Just leave the plants out of it, you kinky bastard."
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Date: 2007-12-03 04:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-12-03 04:43 pm (UTC)"Just leave the plants out of it, you kinky bastard."
Hee. My mind went to a really scary place there (poison ivy, that's all I'm saying), mostly I think because it HATES me.
I hope you feel better soon!
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