For Vexed :D
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kiramaru7Title: The Master at Work
Rating: OT
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crowley
Genres: Slice of life
Warnings: none
Word Count: 379
Summary: Sam was dabbling in writing some ficcage about themselves, when an argument breaks out between himself and Dean, until Crowley comes along and puts a stop to it…
For Vexed…
“Whatchya doin’, Sammy?” Dean asked as he looked over his brother’s shoulder.
“Nothing.” Sam tried to close his laptop, but Dean was faster and it remained open. He could feel his cheeks heating up as the silence that followed stretched between them. The snort that finally broke the silence had him hanging his head in embarrassment.
“‘But, Dean, we need to talk about our feelings!’ Sam said as he held his brother close. What are you, Becky?” Dean laughed. “Hey! I’d never say that!” Dean cried when he read a bit more. “Sammy, you need some serious help.”
“Do not!”
“Do too!”
Before a full blown argument could break out between them, they heard a familiar voice drawl, “Hello, boys.”
“CROWLEY!!” the Winchesters chorused.
“What? I could hear you two arguing all the way in Hell!”
“But?” Sam looked puzzled; a look the demon thought he wore well.
“But nothing. And you!” Crowley pointed at Dean. “Shouldn’t laugh. I’ve seen some of the garbage you’ve written. I hate to admit it, but my mother can write better porn blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back. ‘Oh, Sammy, harder, harder! Ngh!’ Seriously. Moose’s stuff is pretty good in comparison.”
“Uh… Thanks?” Sam said.
“So, before another argument breaks out, which normally I wouldn’t mind as they’re always so entertaining, but I have a headache, I feel the need to do something about it.” Crowley smiled as sweetly as he could at them. “Anyway, move your ass, Moose, and let me show you two how it’s done.” Lacing his fingers together, he moved his hands away from himself and cracked his knuckles, before sitting down in front of the laptop. Calling up a blank page in Word, Crowley began to type as the Winchesters read over his shoulder.
“Damn, he’s good,” Dean said.
“I know,” Sam agreed.
Crowley sat there, smugly typing away. He had lived a long and lusty life, not to mention there were certain perks to being the king of Hell. Besides, didn’t someone once say, “You should always write what you know?” When it came to sex, Crowley had a wealth of knowledge he was dying to share, and he figured he might as well have a bit of fun with it by writing Wincest lemons…
Rating: OT
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crowley
Genres: Slice of life
Warnings: none
Word Count: 379
Summary: Sam was dabbling in writing some ficcage about themselves, when an argument breaks out between himself and Dean, until Crowley comes along and puts a stop to it…
For Vexed…
“Whatchya doin’, Sammy?” Dean asked as he looked over his brother’s shoulder.
“Nothing.” Sam tried to close his laptop, but Dean was faster and it remained open. He could feel his cheeks heating up as the silence that followed stretched between them. The snort that finally broke the silence had him hanging his head in embarrassment.
“‘But, Dean, we need to talk about our feelings!’ Sam said as he held his brother close. What are you, Becky?” Dean laughed. “Hey! I’d never say that!” Dean cried when he read a bit more. “Sammy, you need some serious help.”
“Do not!”
“Do too!”
Before a full blown argument could break out between them, they heard a familiar voice drawl, “Hello, boys.”
“CROWLEY!!” the Winchesters chorused.
“What? I could hear you two arguing all the way in Hell!”
“But?” Sam looked puzzled; a look the demon thought he wore well.
“But nothing. And you!” Crowley pointed at Dean. “Shouldn’t laugh. I’ve seen some of the garbage you’ve written. I hate to admit it, but my mother can write better porn blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back. ‘Oh, Sammy, harder, harder! Ngh!’ Seriously. Moose’s stuff is pretty good in comparison.”
“Uh… Thanks?” Sam said.
“So, before another argument breaks out, which normally I wouldn’t mind as they’re always so entertaining, but I have a headache, I feel the need to do something about it.” Crowley smiled as sweetly as he could at them. “Anyway, move your ass, Moose, and let me show you two how it’s done.” Lacing his fingers together, he moved his hands away from himself and cracked his knuckles, before sitting down in front of the laptop. Calling up a blank page in Word, Crowley began to type as the Winchesters read over his shoulder.
“Damn, he’s good,” Dean said.
“I know,” Sam agreed.
Crowley sat there, smugly typing away. He had lived a long and lusty life, not to mention there were certain perks to being the king of Hell. Besides, didn’t someone once say, “You should always write what you know?” When it came to sex, Crowley had a wealth of knowledge he was dying to share, and he figured he might as well have a bit of fun with it by writing Wincest lemons…
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Date: 2015-01-04 01:33 am (UTC)Thanks! This was a fun one to write. :D
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