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SpN: Non Timebo Mala part 26/?
5/2/10 05:05 pmTitle: Non Timebo Mala
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OCs, Sam/OCs, Dean/Sam
Rating:R
Word Count: 1477
Spoilers: might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.
Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings; thus, expect anachronisms and flagrant display of personal fanon. Warnings for sex (occasional het and M/M, incest, rape.)
This is an itty-bitty bit, but if I don’t post it, we'll never get anywhere.
Dean blinked. Well…that had sounded like a little more than just offering Sam a place to sleep…an echo of his words ran through him, forced a shiver out of him…he snorted, shook off the odd feeling and fixed a grin on his face. "My offer's not so generous as you might think, Winchester. I got a forge needs sweeping, and scrap needs sortin' and a garden needs weedin'—you ain't just hanging around here lookin' pretty you know—" Dean stopped short as he realized what he'd said. What in the hell--his tongue was truly unfettered today, he wondered. He flushed hot, backed away. "Well, dinner's not going to make itself," he said and rushed straight out the door. Go ahead, Dean, that's the way to chase him off.
( >He chanced a quick backward glance and saw Sam still at the table staring at him open mouthed. When he realized Dean was looking, his mouth slammed shut into a thin, white, line. )
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OCs, Sam/OCs, Dean/Sam
Rating:R
Word Count: 1477
Spoilers: might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.
Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings; thus, expect anachronisms and flagrant display of personal fanon. Warnings for sex (occasional het and M/M, incest, rape.)
This is an itty-bitty bit, but if I don’t post it, we'll never get anywhere.
Dean blinked. Well…that had sounded like a little more than just offering Sam a place to sleep…an echo of his words ran through him, forced a shiver out of him…he snorted, shook off the odd feeling and fixed a grin on his face. "My offer's not so generous as you might think, Winchester. I got a forge needs sweeping, and scrap needs sortin' and a garden needs weedin'—you ain't just hanging around here lookin' pretty you know—" Dean stopped short as he realized what he'd said. What in the hell--his tongue was truly unfettered today, he wondered. He flushed hot, backed away. "Well, dinner's not going to make itself," he said and rushed straight out the door. Go ahead, Dean, that's the way to chase him off.
( >He chanced a quick backward glance and saw Sam still at the table staring at him open mouthed. When he realized Dean was looking, his mouth slammed shut into a thin, white, line. )
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