arabella_hope: Jared/Jensen - plaid, checker, tequila

The evening started innocently, playing checkers, but then Jen had to pull out the tequila and suggest a variation of the game that involved removing clothing for each captured piece. It didn't register to Jared that he had way more checker pieces than items of clothing on, and he blamed the sight of Jensen's lips wrapped around the tequila bottle for that. He didn't even like tequila, but everything looked better in that mouth, and soon Jared found himself quite drunk, missing several of his men and clothes except for the pair of plaid boxers that might have been Jensen's.

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arabella_hope: Sam & Dean - smoke, leather, nail polish

The store smelled like leather and incense smoke, irritating Sam's sinuses, but Dean dragged him into the Goth boutique anyway. Sam loitered near the entrance, the clerks watching him through their heavy eyeliner as he waited. They saw the mall off the interstate, Dean immediately turning off, saying he needed something, but Sam had no idea what.

"What'd you buy?" Sam asked as Dean left the store. He found himself with the bag in his hands, pulling out a small, black bottle. "Nail polish?"

"You got a better way to fix that spot on the hood where the paint's chipping?"

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keyweegirlie: Sam & Dean - Sam actually rescues Dean from something

She'd been talking to him about the season's hottest color and how much she hated it for the last two hours. He didn't know how to comment, just smiling and nodding whenever she looked at him. She was cute two hours ago, redheaded and perky, but now she was grating his nerves. Whenever he tried to pull away, she’d put her hand on his arm, not letting him leave her sight.

Even the most mind-blowing sex in the world wasn't worth this.

A clap on his shoulder followed by a, "Dean - we gotta go," made Sam his favorite person ever.

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le_mru: Dean - his coffee habits

The first time Dean tasted coffee he was ten years old. Out of sheer curiosity he had wanted to try the dark, aromatic liquid that his Dad couldn't go a morning without. It wasn’t sweetened and he wanted to gag, but Dean didn't want to look weak and managed to swallow without making a face.

John told him that he couldn't have anymore until he was a grown man because it'd stunt his growth, and Dean wasn't going to argue because he was perfectly content with the idea of never having the bitter drink again.

Oh the naivety of youth.