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unreckless) wrote2009-04-30 02:12 am
unreckless) wrote2009-04-30 02:12 am
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Dean/Shapeshifter!Dean comment!fic
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comment_fic today. It's quite weird. Um, implied fellatio?
Prompt: SPN, Dean/shapeshifter!Dean, "you are so fucked in the head"
Maybe it's because he has a head injury, but his first coherent thought is more along the lines of do I really look like that when I come? than something like holyshitholyshitwhatinthefuckdidijustdo. Or maybe it's because his internal compass is completely fucked.
The not-Dean grins sleepily and slouches back. "Man, it's good to be you," it says. "Except for all these daddy issues and abandonment issues and the inferiority complex. And the guilt! Fuck. I mean--okay, seriously, I have to ask. How have you not done the full 'goodbye cruel world' thing by now?"
"I'm making a difference," he growls. And he is. His hand is inching towards his discarded pants, while the not-Dean just sits there with its stolen eyes half-closed and satisfied.
"I'm glad you think so," the not-Dean says. It reaches down and scratches idly at its balls. "This is nice, too," it adds, stroking its hand up its cock. "I've worn a lot of them, big ones, little ones. This one's nicer than most."
Dean rolls his eyes and tries not to take that as a compliment. He slips his hand inside the pocket of his jeans and closes his fingers around his knife.
"But, I mean, who cares if you have a cock and a mouth that belong in porn, right?" the not-Dean continues. "Neither of them kept little bro around, did they? Neither of them gonna make Daddy love you or trust you enough to let you do something on your own. Man, you are one big ball of angst. Kind of puts a spin on the old orgasm thing, gotta say." It chuckles and runs its tongue over its lips, then it cracks one eye open and gives him an amused look. "I've been a lot of people, but you are the best show yet."
Dean grimaces and runs his tongue over his teeth. His mouth tastes sour inside, bitter toward the back. He can feel where his lip is swelling. He's got a few vague old nagging pains and he hopes the thing gets to suffer them, too.
comment_fic today. It's quite weird. Um, implied fellatio?Prompt: SPN, Dean/shapeshifter!Dean, "you are so fucked in the head"
Maybe it's because he has a head injury, but his first coherent thought is more along the lines of do I really look like that when I come? than something like holyshitholyshitwhatinthefuckdidijustdo. Or maybe it's because his internal compass is completely fucked.
The not-Dean grins sleepily and slouches back. "Man, it's good to be you," it says. "Except for all these daddy issues and abandonment issues and the inferiority complex. And the guilt! Fuck. I mean--okay, seriously, I have to ask. How have you not done the full 'goodbye cruel world' thing by now?"
"I'm making a difference," he growls. And he is. His hand is inching towards his discarded pants, while the not-Dean just sits there with its stolen eyes half-closed and satisfied.
"I'm glad you think so," the not-Dean says. It reaches down and scratches idly at its balls. "This is nice, too," it adds, stroking its hand up its cock. "I've worn a lot of them, big ones, little ones. This one's nicer than most."
Dean rolls his eyes and tries not to take that as a compliment. He slips his hand inside the pocket of his jeans and closes his fingers around his knife.
"But, I mean, who cares if you have a cock and a mouth that belong in porn, right?" the not-Dean continues. "Neither of them kept little bro around, did they? Neither of them gonna make Daddy love you or trust you enough to let you do something on your own. Man, you are one big ball of angst. Kind of puts a spin on the old orgasm thing, gotta say." It chuckles and runs its tongue over its lips, then it cracks one eye open and gives him an amused look. "I've been a lot of people, but you are the best show yet."
Dean grimaces and runs his tongue over his teeth. His mouth tastes sour inside, bitter toward the back. He can feel where his lip is swelling. He's got a few vague old nagging pains and he hopes the thing gets to suffer them, too.
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I like! ;)
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I have a visual now! lol