sweetprince | Vanilla Meme

In response to the rash of kink memes we've been having. If you like a little vanilla in your fic:

Rules
1. It's very important to remember that all entries be vanilla. By which we mean there can be sex, even explicit sex, just not the kind you might hesitate mentioning you've had in front of people that aren't fangirls. As

memphis86 put it, "no whips, no chains, no cherry sauce." Angst or Schmoop though, go crazy.

2. Post as many prompts as you want. As you notice

memphis86 and I were a little short on prompts for Dean/Castiel and Sam/Ruby. Don't let that stop you from participating.

3. When you reply, please post the prompt you've filled in the header so that we can link back to it easily. Multiple entries for the same prompt are totally awesome. Be nice, have fun!

Sam/Dean Prompts
-Sam/Dean, public displays of affection.
-Sam/Dean, cooking in a motel kitchen
-Sam/Dean, massage
-Sam/Dean, splitting the newspaper Here by

bekkis
-Sam/Dean, reading aloud because someone is incapacitated or because they’ve stumbled across something funny and/or touching.
-Sam/Dean, making-out
-Sam/Dean, spooning
-Sam/Dean, making use of powers for foreplay
-Sam/Dean, dressing up for a masquerade party for a case
-Sam/Dean, running through water fountains
-Sam/Dean, swimming in the rain or skinny dipping Here by

elohvee
-Sam/Dean, going to the beach
-Sam/Dean, a girl buying Sam a girly drink in a bar and Dean’s reaction
-Sam/Dean, Sam getting fitted for a suit after they destroy the old one on a hunt here by

dark_reaction
-Sam/Dean, by a fireplace
-Sam/Dean, somebody mistaking Sam and Dean as a couple on an airplane when Dean is hyper-ventilating and Sam is trying to comfort him, and Dean getting pissed off that he has to sit next to the person that thinks he’s gay Here by

lazy_daze
-Sam/Dean, mile-high club
-Sam/Dean, eating some kind of unusual ethnic food after Sam rebels at the suggestion of another roadside diner
-Sam/Dean, ending up at a dance club for a case and being forced to dance
-Sam/Dean, fixing a house up for a friend
-Sam/Dean, Chuck crossover where Sam is shopping at Buy More and geeking out over technology, Morgan assuming they’re gay and being obnoxiously overly helpful, Chuck having to drag him away
-Sam/Dean, morning after awkwardness after the first time
-Sam/Dean, “Dean, you’re an asshole, stop taking naked pictures of me.”Here by

trueshellz
-Sam/Dean, case at a haunted sleep away camp and getting caught by the kids making out in the woods/canoe
-Sam/Dean, “Closing Time” by Semisonic comes on the radio and Sam remembers listening to it when he was younger and pining for Dean.
-Sam/Dean, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders in a public place
-Sam/Dean, Blackout Here by

memphis86
-Sam/Dean, locked in a closet Here by

memphis86
-Sam/Dean, watching True Blood Here by

rosekay and not exactly a follow-up, but a spin off where Dean and Sam come across Fangtasia Here also by

rosekay
-Sam/Dean, Sam makes up ridiculous rhymes to help him remember things. Dean counters with suggestive limericks
-Sam/Dean, A night in the library after-hours.
-Sam/Dean, Dean and Sam wander into a garden filled with good, old-fashioned sex pollen.
-Sam/Dean, vanilla ice-cream Here by

dark_reaction and a follow up by

ignited about Dean and an Ice Cream Truck here
thanks to nomelon
Sam/Dean - having to be very, very quiet
Sam/Dean - camping
Sam/Dean - on a deserted beach at sunset Here by

ignipes
Sam/Dean - suntan lotion on sun-warmed skin, Dean's freckles, Sam's HANDS. Here by

dark_reaction and Here by

elohvee
Sam/Dean - tipsy Sam has never done bodyshots, Dean shows him how
Sam/Dean - playing football in a meadow
Sam/Dean - walking barefoot on the grass
Sam/Dean - asleep in the backseat of the Impala Here by

trueshellz
Sam/Dean - haircut Here by

bekkis
Sam/Dean - a sack of oranges Here by

regala_electra

Sam/Ruby
-Sam/Ruby, Twister
-Sam/Ruby, training with powers
-Sam/Ruby, Sam geeking out about history and Ruby revealing how all of what he knows is wrong. Because she was there.
-Sam/Ruby, pretending to be married
-Sam/Ruby, Ruby getting lost in the cooking section of a bookstore and Sam being all shocked at this sudden display of domesticity

Dean/Castiel
-Dean/Castiel: Dean takes him to the movies. Castiel doesn't realize he needs to whisper inside. Here by

seahorse_4215
-Dean/Castiel: Driving lessons in the impala. Dean almost makes Castiel swear a blood oath before setting foot into his "baby".

Assorted Other pairings
-Dean/Henriksen: Dean wakes up and Henriksen is watching him sleep, dirt on his hands from where he crawled out of the grave.
-Dean/Henriksen: Buddy cop cliche trope. Only sexier.

-Sam/Castiel: Asking for forgiveness.
-Sam/Castiel: Sam has an old scripture to translate. Castiel shows off his skilled tongue.

-Uriel/Castiel: Before the war, Uriel had the best sense of humor in the group. And Castiel used to laugh clear and free, smiling like the sun. And Uriel just wanted to see him like that every day.

-Lucifer/Castiel: Brothers in arms, er, wings.
-Lucifer/Sam: My favorite mistake.
-Lucifer/Ruby: Best minion ever.

-Pamela/Ruby: Why the Ramones are the best band Ruby would ever have the pleasure to hear during her time on Earth.
-Anna/Pamela: Pamela changing her bandages. Anna assists her, and can't help but steal a kiss.
-Ruby/Anna: Gay chicken in the backseat. Ruby started it! Here by

not_refined and Here by

slartibartfast
-Dean/Pamela: Pamela steals one of Dean's favorite classic rock t-shirts every time she spends the night. Dean doesn't notice for a few weeks.
Chuck/Castiel: Sometimes the dreams and reality start to get fuzzy. All that tequila doesn't help much either but Chuck's been waking up covered in feathers and should figure out why. Here by

thunder_nari
Meg/Ruby - get magical amnesia and they're very drawn to one another but they have no idea why

So, get cracking!

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Note/Warning: Pre-series; I imagine Sam's around sixteen here.

The sky's getting dark overhead, rain clouds rushing in at full force and wind starting to rise, but they're still splashing around the river, laughing and dunking each other and stirring up brown circles of mud with their toes when they go down and scrape the floor.

They've been here since the sun was shining and it's starting to get a little cold, wind and the grey fading of the sun, and their skins prickle up with goose bumps every time they break the water, but Sam hasn't said anything about going back up to the house, yet, and Dean's not gonna force the issue. This is the happiest he's seen his brother in weeks.

Sam takes a run at him, and Dean's back hits the rocks with the slowed force of fighting in water. It doesn't hurt but he curses anyway, and Sam grins, wipes a hand over his face to push back his wet bangs.

"Dad's gonna start wonderin' where we are," Dean says, but his fingers reach up and grip at Sam's shoulder anyway, pull him in a little tighter. They're too old for this shit, but summer does this to them, sometimes, when they're standing still long enough to enjoy it.

Sam shrugs, drifting into him, easy with the current, and they bump together, hipbones and shoulders, and Sam loops one bony elbow around Dean's neck and shoves up against him. His eyes shut and he pants against Dean's cheek, breath hot, the water slipping from his face cool in the wind.

"Dad can wait," he mumbles, and Dean sucks in a breath, feels his heart hammering against his ribs, though it'd calmed from their roughhousing. This, here, is all for Sam.

Distantly, thunder rolls and lightning cracks the horizon, throws shadows over Sam's too-thin shoulders, the long stretch of the rest of him, under the waterline. "Oughta get going," Dean tries again, and Sam hmms, rolls against him, pressing Dean back against algae-covered rocks and mouthing at the cut of his jaw.

"Storm's too far away," he mutters, just as the rain starts, and Dean snorts, rolls his eyes and mumbles whathefuckever, turns his head so Sam can get at his mouth. He tastes like the water, like the barest sour trace of his morning coffee. Dad keeps saying it'll stunt his growth, then laughs sometimes, the only time he ever laughs, anymore.

Sam says, "Hey," and Dean pushes his fingers into his brother's hair, pulls him in tighter. Sam's cock is pressed against Dean's hip and he keeps hitching in, trying to hold back and pretend it's just the current, pretend he's not that desperate, but Dean sees right through it.

"So fuckin' easy," he says, and Sam laughs, a little ragged. He ruts a little harder, groans, and the water splashes around them. The wind rustles the trees overhead, whispering.

Dean lets his hand drop, finds the drawstring to Sam's shorts and tugs, pushes his hand over Sam's sharp hipbone and lower, gripping him.

"Fuck," Sam says, and he's trying to do the same, fumbling to return the favor.

Dean feels half-drunk, feels like he can't catch his breath. They could drown like this, Sam climbing all over him and fucking into his hand and pulling him down, making Dean forget where they are even in the rain, and he maybe ought to worry about that but all he can do is shove his free arm back, curl around one of the rocks and hold, let Sam run the show.

Sam comes saying Dean's name, over and over, and Dean thinks about how noise travels better over water, thinks for one crazy moment that Dad'll hear, way back at the house, and they'll be caught, this'll be done, even if they're both goddamn adults, almost anyway, but he still cares. Still—

"Come on, come on," Sam urges, and the thoughts spin to a halt, the thunder growls and Dean feels it deep in his chest, feels Sam's hand on him and Sam's mouth open and wet on his throat, sucking up rain water, river water, pulling blood up hot against the surface of the skin.

Dean comes and thinks he's sinking but Sam's holding him up, laughing in his ear. "Hey," he's saying, "Hey, Dean, you good?"

Dean grunts, drops his head back against the rocks, feels the rain on his face. "Fuck, fuck you," he mumbles, and under the cut of lightning, Sam's smile is blinding.

I LOVE YOU!

I LOVE YOU TOO!

At this point, I'm about to hang my hat up and cry, because nobody is participating, but yours is super awesome. Thanks so much! I was really glad when I saw you chose this prompt too, because I'm like INSANELY attached to it.

I think most people just aren't back from work yet. I wouldn't have gotten to it this fast, but I had a day off today. Also, mayhaps there should be a smaller banner that people can use to advertise on their own journals?

I'm trying to plot polybigbang right now (god, I'm going to end up writing apocalyptic threesome fic AGAIN), but I'm thinking about a few more of the prompts on this list; I'll be back. :O)

There's a smaller banner, if you're interested in pimping it. Also, it's quite possible that

rosekay and I will end up writing a Christian Bale/Ryan Reynolds epic fic. So you can be ashamed of me instead.

Pimping should be had, yes; I love fic memes. *bounces*

Well, I certainly won't try to stop you!

Oh, this is just perfect! The imagery is fantastic and, short as it is, I really like the way Sam came through. ♥

This is wonderful.

Gorgeous, those last lines are amazing.

Beautiful!

Wonderful build in this...Dean's urgency along with the storm rolling in.

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