TRI AGAIN
WOW square: When Dean's grumpy, he doesn't always listen. Sam, take note …
Inspired by Vanessa Sgroi's wonderful 'Midnight under Moonlight' ... *giggles*
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a twisted imagination and raging hormones … I blame the boys, no really I do.
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"It's freakin' stupid;" griped Dean; "I've gotta paint a sigil on myself for protection from the harpy?"
"Yep;" Sam replied, "that's right".
"Where's it go?"
"Over your heart; a circle within a square bisected by an inverted trident." Sam hesitated, "need any help?"
"No," Dean scowled, shucking his T-shirt. He snatched a paintbrush and began.
"Friggin' paint's cold."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"An' sticky."
Sam sighed.
"okay … m'done."
Sam turned, staring at the sketchy sigil daubed across Dean's chest, watching a stray dribble of paint that trickled lazily down his belly.
"Dude;" he groaned, "I said trident – not tripod!"
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