Supernatural Drabble: Stains
Dec. 22nd, 2007 04:58 pmSecond drabble for
Supernatural – Dean/Sam – R
Stains Dean’s been cleaning the guns, Sam can smell them on him; faint traces of lead and worn leather of the holsters. The floor is filthy, the dust clinging to the sweat on Dean’s back as he arches off the ground. There’s a smear of gun oil on his neck. Sam rubs his thumb over the pulse point, pressing down hard enough to feel every desperate gasp of breath. Dean digs his nails into Sam’s shoulders, finger-shaped bruises blooming across their bodies in matching tattoos of love and shared blood. Sam is glad. After all, sin should leave a visible mark.
(prompt: gun oil)
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on 2007-12-22 05:45 pm (UTC)girl you do know my kinks don't you - I shall use this knowledge only for the good... *wicked grin*
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on 2007-12-22 11:20 pm (UTC)That. Is. Tasty. It's my birthday today too, so thank you *g*
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on 2007-12-22 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-12-22 11:38 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing it with us.
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on 2007-12-23 10:18 am (UTC)Very nice!
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on 2007-12-23 06:43 pm (UTC):3
That be an offer I would be MOST foolish to pass up! I must think. Mmmm.
Thank you ^__^
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on 2007-12-23 06:45 pm (UTC)LMAO so very, very true!
Consider my ridiculous new fetish for a plastic Barbie doll. Which a friend has got me for Christmas *G* Along with Sam(Ken) of course.
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on 2007-12-23 06:57 pm (UTC)*steps over your dead body to get to Jensen*
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on 2007-12-23 07:27 pm (UTC)*Rises up and HAUNTS you!!*
oh bugger that gets me rock salted... AIEEEEEEEEEE!
*sniffles* Dean, how COULD you... the dead have feelings too you know!