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twentysomething) wrote2010-11-09 07:22 pm
twentysomething) wrote2010-11-09 07:22 pm
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WIPVEMBER: Shortskirts Snippet
For real, WIPVEMBER. Fair warning, none of these will be edited, probably, so, sorry.
Fandom: Supenatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas, Shortskirts 'Verse
Summary: "He tries to be good while Cas is studying- mostly because Cas will kill him in his sleep if Dean makes him flunk out of med school. But it's too cold to go for a run in the park and Dean has been through 900 channels of nothing on tv- and it's December, so Dean has jack to do."
Length: 450 wordsish.
Warnings: Bravo programming.
Notes: Chronologically, the last of the Shortskirts 'verse, Cas would like to study for med school in peace and Dean is bored.
It's too fucking cold to go outside. The wind is whipping between buildings and Dean had nearly frozen to death walking a block and a half to get Cas Starbucks.
He tries to be good while Cas is studying- mostly because Cas will kill him in his sleep if Dean makes him flunk out of med school. But it's too cold to go for a run in the park and Dean has been through 900 channels of nothing on tv- and it's December, so Dean has jack to do.
Also, because his favorite thing to do is holed up in its' study with its' fourth pumpkin spice latte, an anatomy textbook and at least a week's worth of sleep deprivation.
Dean's pretty sure as an idle millionaire, he's just supposed to go out and buy a car or an island when he's bored, but he likes his car and if he bought an island, he's probably have to fly to it and fuck that. He does more than enough flying with the team, and that's bad enough, but he is not signing himself up for more.
Which is clearly why he ends up peeking his head around the door being propped open by some hellish coursepack from semesters past.
"Dean Winchester, if you are not on fire, I am not talking to you right now." Cas says, still avidly staring at some sicknasty diagram, his voice deeply ominous and, coincidentally, sexy as all hell. Dean has some sort of problem where the more busted Cas looks, the more he wants to jump him until neither of them can stand.
Cas has run his hands through his hair probably upwards of seven times since Dean last caught a glimpse of him- delivering latte number four- and there is a smudge of blue ink high on Cas's left cheekbone. Dean is dying to rake his teeth over that place on Cas's neck that makes him arch his whole body, even layered under dark stubble.
Cas finally glances up at Dean, looking faintly murderous.
"Dean, I have a test on anatomy in three hours. It will take me roughly two hours to complete, meaning in just over five hours, I will come home and I will let you blow me, but in the meantime, get out of my study." Cas growls and Dean does not need to be told twice.
He watches six episodes of On the Road with Austin and Santino and wonders how he got here.
And it still only gets him through about three hours.
Fandom: Supenatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas, Shortskirts 'Verse
Summary: "He tries to be good while Cas is studying- mostly because Cas will kill him in his sleep if Dean makes him flunk out of med school. But it's too cold to go for a run in the park and Dean has been through 900 channels of nothing on tv- and it's December, so Dean has jack to do."
Length: 450 wordsish.
Warnings: Bravo programming.
Notes: Chronologically, the last of the Shortskirts 'verse, Cas would like to study for med school in peace and Dean is bored.
It's too fucking cold to go outside. The wind is whipping between buildings and Dean had nearly frozen to death walking a block and a half to get Cas Starbucks.
He tries to be good while Cas is studying- mostly because Cas will kill him in his sleep if Dean makes him flunk out of med school. But it's too cold to go for a run in the park and Dean has been through 900 channels of nothing on tv- and it's December, so Dean has jack to do.
Also, because his favorite thing to do is holed up in its' study with its' fourth pumpkin spice latte, an anatomy textbook and at least a week's worth of sleep deprivation.
Dean's pretty sure as an idle millionaire, he's just supposed to go out and buy a car or an island when he's bored, but he likes his car and if he bought an island, he's probably have to fly to it and fuck that. He does more than enough flying with the team, and that's bad enough, but he is not signing himself up for more.
Which is clearly why he ends up peeking his head around the door being propped open by some hellish coursepack from semesters past.
"Dean Winchester, if you are not on fire, I am not talking to you right now." Cas says, still avidly staring at some sicknasty diagram, his voice deeply ominous and, coincidentally, sexy as all hell. Dean has some sort of problem where the more busted Cas looks, the more he wants to jump him until neither of them can stand.
Cas has run his hands through his hair probably upwards of seven times since Dean last caught a glimpse of him- delivering latte number four- and there is a smudge of blue ink high on Cas's left cheekbone. Dean is dying to rake his teeth over that place on Cas's neck that makes him arch his whole body, even layered under dark stubble.
Cas finally glances up at Dean, looking faintly murderous.
"Dean, I have a test on anatomy in three hours. It will take me roughly two hours to complete, meaning in just over five hours, I will come home and I will let you blow me, but in the meantime, get out of my study." Cas growls and Dean does not need to be told twice.
He watches six episodes of On the Road with Austin and Santino and wonders how he got here.
And it still only gets him through about three hours.