When it comes to Supernatural, everyone knows that Jensen Ackles makes the best faces. Jared Padalecki, on the other hand, brings something else entirely to the table. We just got details about the upcoming 10th season of the show, but we’re really just
To put it mildly, summers suck. First off, they’re not in school, so John thinks it’s fine to move them every week or so, always chasing a hunt. Secondly, even hotels that advertise air conditioning rarely actually have working air conditioning. Apparently they think it counts if there’s an AC unit in the room, even if it’s impossible to turn it on.
So they’re in a new place every few days and they can’t keep cool and they’re practically always on a hunt and on top of that, Sam is growing like someone poured freaking miracle grow on him or something and his whole body aches.
But John left them at this motel, saying he was meeting up with Caleb for this one, that Dean and Sam should find some work. Dean manages to charm his way into a local diner bussing tables and Sam starts mowing lawns for this guy who runs a pretty sketchy lawn service and pays Sam cash under the table and doesn’t ask questions, but that still leaves a lot of hours in the day.
Luckily, this motel has a pool. Sure, it’s about three feet deep at its deepest point and the water is kind of murky, but Sam and Dean have learned not to be picky, so they make do, wearing old shorts out and using scratchy motel towels.
They end up splashing and dunking until they’re tired enough to just float on their backs, letting the tiny current push them around. They don’t go inside when it starts to get dark, either, just stay out there, letting the streetlights in the motel parking lot illuminate the pool.
Dean looks around to make sure they are absolutely one hundred percent alone before he does it, pushing Sam against the pool wall and kissing him soundly. Only a few short months ago Sam would have jumped up, wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist, but he’s pretty sure he’s too big for that now, so he gets one hand in Dean’s short hair to pull him closer and the other dips dangerously low at the back of Dean’s shorts.
They stay like that until the bugs get terrible, then they dry off and traipse into the motel room, throwing their wet shorts over the side of the bathroom sink, lying in bed naked, the sheet pooling around their hips and Sam, at least, is hoping that John stays gone one more day, just one more day, so he and Dean can have another day like that tomorrow, as he falls asleep.
Q:I love when your PFFRs! Do you accept submissions? If yes, do you only want specific fandoms/pairings?
I love when folks rec fics to me! You can submit away, your own, someone else’s whatever. I usually just read BBC Sherlock and Supernatural and X-MEN, but that doesn’t mean I won’t read other fandoms. If you’ve found a particularly porny fic you’d like to share, send it my way! Also, if you find a fic that isn’t porny and you still want to share, I do have my Fic-A-Day, where I have fics reced in the morning and the evening.
As far as pairings go, I’m not overly attached certain ways. I look for quality writing more than anything, so I’m open to just about whatever.
Dean can (and has done so) kiss Sam for hours upon end because his brother has the softest, warmest mouth, pliant and firm all at the same time, knowing exactly how to balance with Dean’s inherent tenderness to make him melt right into his touch, tongue sliding against Dean’s and it’s a slow, steady push and pull and Dean’s cheeks hurt from smiling into every brush of their mouths.
Dean’s not a very good dancer - but he’s very, very good at swaying to slow jukebox tunes (Patsy Cline puts him in a romantic mood and Sam loves it) and right now he has his head rested on Sam’s shoulder, both of them warm as “Walking After Midnight” drawls in the background, Sam’s whiskey-dark hazel eyes half-hooded as he keep his nose buried in the safe crook of Dean’s neck, humming the words against his spot right at the juncture of his shoulder and Dean just pulls his sweet boy a little closer and loves him that much more.
- me: watching tv show
- me: looks down at phone for 0.002 seconds
- me: misses entire plot line of episode, introduction of 2 new characters, 1 main character dies, they are in a different country, at some point someone reproduced and offspring are spoiled and someone got a pet cat
Cozy isn’t a word that Sam would apply to them very often but this right here, laying under Dean and gently ruining those gelled spiked on Dean’s head as he kisses him slow and sweet as you please - it’s very cozy, laying on a big king bed in a hotel outside Macon, sweet Georgia summer breeze wafting through the window and Sam’s whole world right now is the curve and fit of Dean’s body to his, the soft, pink mouth and tongue, the freckles Dean’s sporting across his nose from spending a good deal of the day in the sun and not even Renoir could have painted a prettier picture and Sam lets himself gravitate in even further as he gently tangles his legs with his beloved’s.