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badbastion) wrote2015-06-24 04:05 pm
badbastion) wrote2015-06-24 04:05 pm
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don't stand so close [weecest. PG. maybe NSFW]
Title: don't stand so close
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-ish, but maybe NSFW
Warnings/Content: non-explicit Weecest (underage - Sam is 14), physical closeness, not-quite-sexual touching
Summary: a commission for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
riyku - a scene from her delicious, gorgeous fic That Book by Nabokov. Dean's measuring Sam's height, like he does on all his birthdays, and Sam gets a little touchy.
"Baby brother's getting so big," Dean says, and that's part of the tradition too, although it's fair to say that Sam's probably too old for it by now, probably too old for any of it.
"Not big enough," Sam mutters. His hands find Dean's hips and Dean startles, digs a little deeper into the horizontal line of the four. He buries his face in the crook of Dean's neck with a content, tired sigh.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-ish, but maybe NSFW
Warnings/Content: non-explicit Weecest (underage - Sam is 14), physical closeness, not-quite-sexual touching
Summary: a commission for
riyku - a scene from her delicious, gorgeous fic That Book by Nabokov. Dean's measuring Sam's height, like he does on all his birthdays, and Sam gets a little touchy.
"Baby brother's getting so big," Dean says, and that's part of the tradition too, although it's fair to say that Sam's probably too old for it by now, probably too old for any of it.
"Not big enough," Sam mutters. His hands find Dean's hips and Dean startles, digs a little deeper into the horizontal line of the four. He buries his face in the crook of Dean's neck with a content, tired sigh.