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citrusjavaI'm gonna try to randomly post bits of not fic/not porn/'just imagine if' things here as well as Tumblr sometimes, and find out whether people here enjoy them/wanna play with making up more of them, or if that is strickly a Tumblr thing. OK.
Dean just wants to be Sam’s puppy today. For over a year - he can’t even start thinking about it - he feels too guilty, too wrong. He just wants - needs - just for one day to pause everything - to stop. And spend the day on his knees nuzzling Sam’s thigh, eyes squeezed closed and lips open for panting. Hide his face and smell Sam and maybe even get to feel the weight of Sam’s palm on the back of his neck, maybe even scratching his head, behind his ears. To kiss and suck Sam’s fingers as they brush over his face, to curl up and breathe, as Sam pats his back and shoulders and soothes - good boy, Dean, you’re being very good.
Dean just wants to be Sam’s puppy today. For over a year - he can’t even start thinking about it - he feels too guilty, too wrong. He just wants - needs - just for one day to pause everything - to stop. And spend the day on his knees nuzzling Sam’s thigh, eyes squeezed closed and lips open for panting. Hide his face and smell Sam and maybe even get to feel the weight of Sam’s palm on the back of his neck, maybe even scratching his head, behind his ears. To kiss and suck Sam’s fingers as they brush over his face, to curl up and breathe, as Sam pats his back and shoulders and soothes - good boy, Dean, you’re being very good.
