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Dryer Lint (Preview)

Started: 15.06.08

Rewritten/Finished: 20.05.11

Words: 1,858

Wincest (Implied), Fluff


“I can’t believe you’ve never done laundry before,” Sam shook his head as they pulled up to the laundry mat.

Dean rolled his eyes as he parked the car, “I can’t believe you’re still talking about this.”

“How have I never noticed?”

“Because I’m smarter than you.” He shot his brother a wink as he got out of the car.

“But… you’ve gone to do laundry alone,” Sam followed him out, brows creased in confusion, “How did you return with clean clothes?”

The blonde shrugged as he grabbed the duffle of dirty clothes out of the back, “Let’s just say laundry mats are a good place to pick up chicks.”

Sam rolled his eyes, bristling as they started toward the door, “Yeah, well, you won’t be picking anyone up today.”

Dean stopped them mid-stride, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Dude, c’mon. That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s fine,” The giant slid out from under the hand, and held the door open for his lover, “Today is purely educational.”

Dean let out a heavy sigh as he entered, bee-lining for one of the machines that was furthest from the door. As he dropped the duffle down on top of it, he paused as he noticed his brothers’ expression, “… What?”

“Nothing,” Sam shook his head as he approached, “It’s just funny to see you in Hunter Mode even when doing mundane things.”

“Yeah, well, dying in a laundry mat is not the way I plan on going.”

Sam chuckled before looking over the machine, “Okay, first things first: Do you know how to turn it on?”

“Pfft, please.”

“Dean.”

“Sorry,” the blonde took a serious look at the machine in front of him, before glancing back to his brother, “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it’s the button that says ‘Start’?”

“Very good.”

“Sam.”

“Hey,” he held his hands up in mock surrender, “I need to know where to start the lesson.” At the disbelieving look, the giant gestured to the machine, “You know so much? Okay, fine. Turn it on.”

The blonde rolled is eyes before touching the Start button, smirk wiping off his face as the machine didn’t whir to life. He pushed the button again, more forcefully, brows knitting together as it still didn’t turn on. He shook the machine before practically punching the button, huffing in annoyance as it stayed silent, “Well this one is obviously broken!”

“It’s not broken.” Sam pointed to the coin slots in the side of the machine, “You brought the change, right?”

“Yeah,” the blonde dug a small bag of coins out of his pocket.

“Okay, good. Put those in the slots and then push them into the machine.”

He waited a moment as his brother did so, before he pushed the start button again, letting out an exasperated sigh as nothing happened, again, “Okay, so… it is broken?”

“No,” Sam did his best to hold in his laughter as he pointed to the dials next to the button, “You have to tell it what kind of load you’re doing.”

Dean raised his eyebrows in mild surprise before shrugging, “Well-”

The giant rolled his eyes, “Not that kind of load.” He pointed the first dial, “Are we doing colours, whites or delicates?”

“Uhm…” Dean unzipped the duffle, rifling through the clothes in the bag, “is there a flannel and jeans option?”

Sam shook his head, chuckling slightly, “That would be ‘colours’. So, turn the dial so it’s set to that option.”

Dean reached out to turn the dial, letting out an exasperated sigh as it didn’t move, “Dude, what the hell?”

Sam reached out his hand – grabbing the dial on top of his brothers’ – before pushing the dial in, and turning it to the correct setting.

“Well how the hell am I supposed to know to push the dial in before turning it?”

“It’s just… you know what? Nevermind.” The giant pointed to the next dial, “Do you know what load size we have?”

Dean let out a chuckle, before swallowing it down as he saw the unamused expression on his brothers’ face, “Uhm… I don’t know. A duffle full?”

Sam picked up the duffle, weighing it a moment before nodding, “Better set it to Large, just to be safe.”

Dean grabbed the dial, raising an eyebrow at his brother as he tried to push it in, and it didn’t budge, “Okay, what the hell?”

Sam did his best to contain is laughter, “No, this one you have to pull out.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, why?”


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(So Much For My) Happy Ending (Preview)

Finished: 17.07.20

Words: 1,208


“You made love?” Sam stopped dead in his tracks and laughed dryly, “I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized we were living in a rom-com.”

“No, Sammy,” the blonde huffed as he ran a hand through his hair, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Dean?”

“That’s just… when we,” he took a huge breath and turned cautious eyes onto his brothers’ face, “when you caught us… we – we weren’t just doing it – we have a connection. I feel… connected to him. Like he sees me for me.”

The shock on Sam’s face was enough to shatter his heart, “And I don’t? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Dean ran a shaking hand through his hair, how the fuck am I supposed to fix this? “Of course you do.”

“Okay,” the brunette placed a hand on his hip, “what the hell is it like then, Dean?”

“I love him, okay?” And now I’m crying… Great.

“You love him? You love him?”

Shit, Dean closed his eyes and failed at calming himself, “Look, we both know that this,” he opened his eyes and took a cautious step forward, “us, being together… it’s not right.”

Sam backed away, shaking his head, “Not right for who?”


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If You Go Out In The Woods Today

Written: 14.02.27

Gen., Mentions of Sabriel/Wincest


“You know? I never thought that I’d ever say this, but I miss the emo-touchy-feely-mopey you.” Dean stated, watching as Sam practically bounced around the room.

“You’re just jealous that I get to go out and you have to stay home.” Sam replied, stuffing some more items of clothes into a duffle.

Dean watched in silence as Sam did a quick tally of everything he’d shoved in the bag, then a once over of the bedroom. He nodded to himself and zipped the duffle closed, flinging it up onto his shoulder before walking out of the room.

“Yeah sure, I’m jealous that you get to go out with an annoying dick.” Dean said, rolling his eyes as he followed his brother into the kitchen.

“Dean, he’s just an annoying dick on the outside, if you actually took the time to get to know him-”

“Took the time? Are you kidding me?” Dean asked.

Sam looked over at his brother as he pulled a cabinet open, confused.

“Sam, I’ve been trying to get to know the non-dick version of him since you started dating! It’s not my fault he’s not letting me in.” Dean explained.

“And you think that’s a one way street?” Sam asked.

It was Dean’s turn to look confused and Sam sighed, looking back over the cabinet before pulling out the jar of peanut butter to place inside the basket that was sitting open on the table.

“Cas is so unemotional when he talks to everyone that he sounds more like a robot who’s always talking about life and death situations, except for when he talks to you. It’s like he becomes a whole other person! You think I haven’t tried getting to know Cas as hard as you’ve tried with Gabriel? Cas still calls me Samuel for Christ sake!” Sam exclaimed, rearranging the items in the basket.

“What are you talking about? He’s nice to you.” Dean defended, crossing his arms.

“There’s a difference between being nice and putting feeling behind the words. I had more emotion in what I said when I was soulless!” Sam said, opening the fridge.

“That’s just how he is! And at least my boyfriend is like that with everyone. Yours is just a dick to me.” Dean replied bitterly.

“Can we talk about this later? I have to go.” Sam stated, holding up a jar of pickles and smiling triumphantly.

“No we can’t. I don’t want you to get hurt Sammy. And I thought you didn’t like pickles.” Dean said, nodding toward the jar.

“I’m not going to get hurt Dean, I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself. I don’t, but he loves them.” Sam replied with a shrug, placing the jar carefully into the basket.

“How long are you going to be gone again?” Dean asked as Sam walked out into the front hall, placing both bags down to get his shoes.

“All weekend, and possibly Monday, but I shouldn’t be too long, I only packed two days’ worth of clothes.” Sam answered with a smile.

“Oh well that makes me feel better.” Dean said sarcastically.

“Look on the bright side, you’ll get to have the whole place to yourselves for your anniversary.” Sam replied, his smile growing as he threw on his jacket.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Dean sighed and leaned against the wall, watching as his brother picked up the bags and threw the duffle over his shoulder, keeping the picnic basket in his hand. He walked forward slightly and couldn’t help but smile – Sam looked so happy that he was about to leave. It pulled on Dean’s heart more then he knew it should’ve, he knew that Sam wasn’t going forever, but he still hated to think that that smile was plastered on his face because he was leaving.

I should’ve told him I broke up with Cas. Dean thought bitterly.

“You ready?” Dean questioned instead, eyeing his brother.

“As I’ll ever be.” Sam said.

“Be careful Sammy.” Dean cautioned as he opened the door.

“I will.” Sam replied before turning to walk away.

Dean watched him a moment before closing the door, feeling his heart sink to the ground. There was a knock at the door and Dean looked at it confused a moment before opening it to see his brother standing there.

“Almost forgot.” He mumbled before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Dean felt the blush that crept up his face as he watched his brother actually leave this time, closing the door to lean against it. That kiss had meant way more to Dean than it ever could to his brother, which bugged the absolute crap out of Dean – it wasn’t fair that Sam got to make so many little suggestive hints and be so completely oblivious to them and then question why Dean was acting so strange.

I should’ve told him. Then we could’ve been together. Dean thought as he walked over to flop down on the couch.

Happy fucking anniversary.


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