Belly Up
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So, this is crazy late and I've been swamped in work like its not even funny, and its killed any creative mojo if i ever had any
*see title for proof* ...and this is soooo late and I didn't even think that i was going to have a response for this last prompt but ::shrugs:: what can I say? My girl Fiona has completley inspired me with her brillance. So onwards with my response to the prompt: Belly. only two of them this time, and if wincest squicks you ignore the second one. And now, for all of those who want to see Sam get beat up so awesomely its not even funny...go and read on of SupernaturalSammy67's fics...her responses to belly...::passes out the kleenexx::
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Belly Up
Sam never should have agreed to the side trip in Atlantic City after they exorcised the demon out of a sorority girl two cities out.
But Dean's feelings were hurt when she told him that he was too old for her, and Sam knew it got to him…Dean hadn't really taken to turning thirty.
Then Dean so casually mentioned that they weren't too far from Atlantic City, and guilt just crawled right into his belly as he fingered sorority girl's number in his pocket.
When he said yes, he practically Sam Dean's eye's flash money signs.
He saw going belly-up.
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Reminder
Watching Sam sleep was a almost spiritual experience and he didn't even believe in god.
He liked to watch Sam's chest rise up, and sink back in…
Sam never wore a shirt to bed, and Dean grinned at him the next morning about it…
"You call me an exhibitionist?"
He'd be miserable if Sam called him on it.
When Sam was asleep he studied him, even though he already knew everything about him.
And then…his hand would slip down Sam's chest, over his belly and trace every scar, as a reminder that he was going to protect him from that.