Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Third Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.
Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Third Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!
Chapter Info: For Brielle-W - Sam and Dean are on a case in an important city. When they are taking a look at the place, they meet the actor from Doctor Sexy. Dean goes all fangirl about it, and asks Sam to take a picture of them. After that, Sam has to send Bobby a picture of a symbol so he can investigate, and "accidentally" sends the wrong one.
A/N: ok, ok, let me preface this chapter by saying…I could not STOP myself. I had to. I just…it was a moral imperative. It HAD to be done. LOL
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Sam leaned against a slot machine and watched his brother running the poker table across the aisle. Leave it to Dean to find an excuse to gamble just because a case brought them to Vegas. He smirked and shook his head then went over to stand behind him.
"Dude." Sam tapped his brother's shoulder. "Work to do, remember? Play later."
Dean snorted and grinned as the faces of the three men he was currently fleecing all looked hopeful that he'd leave. "Two more minutes, Sammy." Dean tapped his cards on the table and then pushed his stack of chips into the pot. "All in boys. Put up or shut up time."
Sam chuckled at the chorus of groans and homed in on the one guy Dean was about to clean out. He still had a look of confidence on his face and Sam felt sorry for him. The rest of the players wisely folded their hands while he shoved several hundred in chips to the pot and grinned.
Dean looked up to Sam and smirked before flipping over his hole cards which, with the cards already on the table, gave him a straight flush.
"Dammit!" The man shouted and thumped back in his chair.
"Thanks for playing, boys." Dean chuckled and pulled the chips over, hastily piling them into a big, plastic cup before standing. "It's been fun."
Sam rolled his eyes as they walked away. "Dude, you have got to stop rubbing it in."
"I took 'em to school, Sammy," Dean said and shook his cup, listening to the chips jostle. "I earn the right to rub it in."
"Well, can we get back to the case now?" Sam said and laughed as Dean did his happy dance over to the corner to cash his chips in. He waited until Dean came back, tucking a fresh roll of bills into his coat. "We really should see if the box is cursed before Bobby comes looking for us."
"It's Vegas, Sam. Bobby knows it could take a while." Dean raised a brow and turned to watch a group of scantily-clad showgirls strut past them.
Sam snorted. "It's Vegas and it's you which means he will come looking if we don't get on with it."
Dean chuckled and shrugged; he had a point. "Alright already. Let's go check out the maybe-not-a-curse-box thing already." He headed for the entrance of the casino still glancing back over his shoulder at the lovely rear view of the girls walking away from them and grunted as he ran into a man. "Crap. Sorry." Dean glanced up, looked at his face, and his jaw dropped.
"Dean?" Sam put a hand on his arm and looked at the attractive, dark-haired man his brother had plowed into. "Dude, you alright?"
Dean's shocked face split in a slow smile. "Dr. Sexy." He said and then louder. "Sam, it's Dr. Sexy, M.D.! Holy crap! It's Dr. Sexy!"
The dark haired man took a long look down Dean's body and back up to his face before smiling indulgently. "You do know that's just a character I play, right? It's not actually my name."
Dean grinned and actually – Sam did a double-take. Was his brother actually blushing? "Right, yeah, of course. I know. It's just…" He waved his hands at the man and looked over at Sam and then back. "You're Dr. Sexy."
"Oh, boy," Sam muttered and had to work to contain the laugh that bubbled up at watching his big brother geek over some TV star – a hot guy TV star, no less. "You know, usually he's more articulate than this, I swear."
The actor chuckled and raised a hand. "It's fine. Really. I've seen much, much worse from fans, believe me."
"Can I, uh…" Dean stopped and grabbed Sam. "Get out your phone. Can I have a picture with you? I'm a huge fan, I mean, seriously. Huge."
"You're definitely big, yes." The actor smiled and nodded. "Yes, please take a pic." He shifted to stand beside Dean.
"Oh, wow." Dean grinned and waved a hand at Sam. "Hurry up, dude."
Sam gave up and laughed as he pulled his phone out. "And you say I'm the geek." He lined up the picture on his screen while Dean threw his arm over the actor's shoulders, and just as he pressed the button to take the picture, the actor visibly dropped his hand down Dean's back and took a firm hold of his ass. Sam quickly snapped the pic in time to catch Dean's wide eyes, open mouth, and the man's hand clearly holding onto one of his cheeks.
The actor turned and gave Dean a huge grin. "If you want to have some fun later, assuming your exceptionally tall boyfriend there doesn't mind, I'm in room 1202. Hey, bring him along if you want!" He slapped Dean's ass loudly and walked off smiling. Dean stared after him and put his hands over his backside while Sam wailed with laughter.
"Holy shit," Dean breathed it, still in shock and then turned to glare at his brother. "Take a damn breath already!"
Sam waved a hand and bent over, holding a hand over his stomach. "Can't…breathe…oh, my god, that was awesome." He quickly tucked his phone away in case Dean got any ideas and wiped at his eyes which were streaming with tears of laughter. "Dude…your hero."
Dean rubbed a hand over his backside, trying to dispel the uncomfortable feeling. "I can't believe…Dr. Sexy bad-touched me." He snarled as Sam once more dissolved into laughter and was close to sitting on the floor.
"You could always…go upstairs…and talk to him." Sam took a few deep breaths to get himself under control and straightened, but the look on Dean's face had him near tears again. "Dude…you're actually considering it!" He shook his head. "Why are you even considering this? Do we need to have a closet talk?"
"Shut up!" Dean punched his arm with a snarl. He turned and left the casino and worked very hard to control the slightly smug smile that tried to emerge. "Dr. Sexy grabbed my ass."
"And offered you man-love." Sam added from his side and ducked away from the next punch. "Don't forget that part. If you ever had the urge to experiment…"
"You know I can make sure no one ever finds your body, right?" Dean glared at him. "Can we just go do this job now?"
Sam snorted and nodded, not trusting himself to speak, especially as Dean kept rubbing one hand over his butt.
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Dean knelt in front of the coffin sized box with his flashlight in the auction house. It was covered in a variety of symbols scrawled in black and some in what looked like long-dried blood. "Sure as hell looks like a curse box."
Sam nodded. "Maybe. I dunno. Some of these symbols seem…off?" He took out his phone and snapped a picture of it. "I'll send it to Bobby and see what he makes of them."
Dean nodded and stood, shining the light around the shelves. "Got quite a few goodies in here. We could always borrow a few things."
"Get a grip." Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes. "We're gonna have enough trouble getting this thing out of here if it is holding a curse."
"We could always crack it open and have a look." Dean grinned and thumped the top of the box. He raised a brow when his phone rang and took it out. "Huh. Why's he callin' me instead of you?" He flipped it open. "Hey, Bobby."
"Dean, somethin' you wanna tell me? 'Cause you know I love ya like a son."
"Huh? Bobby what the hell are you talking about?" Dean stared over at Sam in confusion.
Sam's eyes shot wide and he opened his phone, scrolling through his messages. He sucked in a breath suddenly and grinned. "Uh…Dean?"
"I never figured you for battin' for the other team, but…" Bobby broke off at Dean's snarl.
"Sam?" Dean glared dangerously at his little brother as things started to click into place. "What picture did you send him?" He watched Sam wave his hands and laugh, unable to speak. "Bobby, I'll call you back. I gotta go kill my brother." Dean snapped his phone closed on Bobby's bark of laughter and pushed the sleeves of his jacket up as his little brother took off running with a whoop of laughter.
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The End.
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