Tell Me What To Do
Basically... a one-shot in a really weird writing style about how Dean's gotta tell "Robo-Sam" what to do so he doesn't go do something stupid because he doesn't know any better cuz he don't have a soul.
Disclaimer: I don't own and stuff. You know what I would love to own? Jensen Ackles. Just... his body. i would settle for just owning Jensen Ackles's body. Yeah...
"Sammy!"
"Dean! I- I didn't know-!"
"I know! I fucking know you don't know but you can't just do shit like this!"
"So you tell me what to do then, Dean. I don't want to keep messing up like this. Keep letting you down. I can't. Dean, help me..."
Pain. Angst. Beg. Sigh.
"Sam... Do you really not feel anything?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I just don't-"
Kiss. Breathing. Quiet. Shock.
"Did you feel that?"
"Dean..."
"You really want me to tell you what to do? Kiss me."
Kiss. Deep. Heat. Groan.
"Now... get on the bed."
"Yes."
Bed. Kiss. Hot. Clothes. Gone.
"Dean, I- I feel-!"
"Fuck, Sammy, put it in!"
"Oh God, Dean! So tight!"
"Faster, Sam, harder! I love you, Sammy! I love you so fucking much! Don't stop! Please!"
"-love, I love you too, Dean! I can feel it! I can feel you!"
Fuck. Hard. All night.
Love. Morning.
"Sammy, can you really feel again?"
"Yeah, Dean I- I think I can. Because I know that I love you, and I want to kiss you and fuck you and stay with you forever and I know it. You won't have to tell me what to do any more."
"Sam, you're my little brother. I've always gotta tell you what to do. Now kiss me, Bitch."
Laugh. Smile. Embrace.
"Yes sir, Jerk."
Like I said, weird-ass writing style, and it's short, but whatever, I was inspired. Does this style work at all, or did I just post a completely useless one-shot?
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