Supernatural Drabbles: Hunt, Red, Safe

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hugemind also had a birthday and is therefore getting my patented gift of three drabbles. Her prompts can be found under the cuts, but, unsurprisingly, I went into porny strange directions with them.

Supernatural | implied Sam/Dean | R

Hunt
(prompt: born to be wild)

 

First week is a bitch. Sam’s gums bleed from where the canines are pushing through. Dean starts seeing heat signatures and it takes forever to adjust.

Second week they start smelling blood, then emotions (fear, arousal, aggression). The pressure builds and builds and there are claw marks everywhere. They drive and run, unable to escape any of it. 

Third week they start smelling each other and that’s when it gets good. They ditch the guns and go back to hunting.

They thought it was the worst thing that could happen, and in a way it was. Just not for them.

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Supernatural | implied Sam/Dean | NC-17

Red
(prompt: Dean making Sam's life difficult in the wish!verse, pre-WIAWSNB)

 

“Dean, where the fuck is my—” Sam bursts through the door, the sentence dying on his lips the moment his brain registers what his eyes are seeing.

His brother is leaning on the desk, head thrown back, some random girl kneeling between his spread legs.

Dean’s eyes snap open, but he doesn’t stop moving. “Sam. Learn to knock!”

Sam walks out, flushing with embarrassment and anger. Later he jerks off, thinking about the cherry pink O of the girl’s mouth on his brother’s cock, the heated sheen of his skin, the way his voice had cracked on Sam’s name.

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Supernatural | Gen or very mild Sam/Dean | PG

Safe
(prompt: hugging)

 

“We’ll never speak of this again.” The words are muffled by Sam’s shoulder, and Dean tries hard to hate the world, but it’s difficult what with Sammy right there, warm and alive.

Sam snorts, breath tickling Dean’s bowed neck. “Speak of what?” he asks, arms solid and relaxed around Dean, like they’ve got all the time in the world.

The cloying smell of burnt flesh still lingers in the air. They should be cleaning up and getting the hell out of dodge before someone calls the cops.

Dean fists both hands into the back of Sam’s shirt and doesn’t move.