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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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In all honestly, Sam is used to waking up in odd conditions... and he can count, very clearly on one hand, the number of times he woke up sober, in no pain and in a familiar surrounding.

Except, the situation he's in right now?

Not familiar at all.

Click

Click

Click

"Dean..." Sam can't be bothered to open his eyes, he's tired and has a small headache brewing in the back of his eyes.

Also, light? No fun at all.

Click

"Dean!"

"What?" Dean draws the word out, so it sounds more like "Wha- at?" than anything else.

"What are you doing?"

Click

"Taking pictures." As if it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Well stop."

Click

So Sam, like all younger brothers, picks up a pillow and throws it in the general vicinity of his brother. Except, he is way off and the pillow lands on the floor a yard or so behind Dean... who is still taking pictures, and now is also moving around to get a better shot.

"Looking good Sammy... strike a pose." Dean chuckles.

“Dean, you’re an asshole, stop taking naked pictures of me.”

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why?' What if someone finds them?"

"Meh... all the more fun for them."

"And why are you taking naked pictures of me?"

"For fun." The bed dips and Sam feels himself being manouvered so that he;s on his stomach. "Open you eyes Sam."

Despite his eyes and mind protesting, Sam does. And realises belatedly, that Dean has closed the curtains and only has a small lamp on in the room. And in front of him is...

Well, he's not quite sure yet.

"Dean... what is this?"

"Er... well, you know how... all the pictures we had... got er, burnt in the fire. I thought it'd be fun to makeourown." The last few words come out rushed and Sam has to replay them in his mind to decipher what his brother just said.

And when he does he can't stop the grin that spreads on his face.

"That's..."

"If you saw sweet I will punch you."

"I was gonna say cool." Sam opens the album and flicks through it.

There are tonnes of pictures. Of the car, random places that they stopped in, motels, diners and their crappy food. Then there's a section of candids of the two of them. Of Sam sleeping, typing away on the laptop, fixing his hair in the morning and so on.

"Where are yours?" Sam looks up and Dean to see him shrug.

"I can't exactly take pictures of myself can I now Sam?"

Sam pulls the camera out of his brother's hands and turns it on. "Well, you better get used to the flashing then Dean." And he snaps a shot of Dean laughing.

"Ooh, flashing."

"Oh, shut up."
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I have no idea what possessed me to write that.
x

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!

Hahahah! I love it. Sam being like "Why aren't you taking pictures of yourself?" This is really cute!

Dean would've been content to have Sam wear the old suit. Nobody would notice, he argued, but Sam held up a frayed pant leg with an obvious slash through the knee and the blood stains at the cuffs that turned the black fabric brown.

"No, Dean, I cannot wear this again," Sam said, dumping the pants in the trash. Sam was so large an excess of fabric overflowed from the can.

Dean also would've been content to go to a Big & Tall for Sam, but Sam refused that also. They went to a tiny family-owned tailor shop. In fifteen minutes they had Sam out of his jacket and jeans, and were happily pinning and cinching fabric to his body.

One of them, probably just eighteen, was hot in almost devastating way with lush breasts and a fall of dark hair that she swept back from her face every time she smoothed her hands down Sam's leg and adjusted the hem. Sam is stoic, uninterested. If Dean had a girl that close to his junk, he'd be cracking jokes and giving lascivious winks.

The suit starts to take the proper shape around him pretty rapidly, but Dean thinks the girls are taking their time, running their hands up and down Sam's body.

"We'll have the alterations done in two hours," the dark-haired hot one says.

"That's fast," Dean mutters.

Sam's lips twist. "We'll be back," he says, going into the dressing room to change back into his street clothes.

They get lunch afterwards and all Dean can think of in spite of the Monte Cristo they bring him as large as his head, was that girl, palm flat on in the side of Sam's thigh, saying coyly, "Dress to the left or to the right?"

Dean forgets sometimes that his brother is an attractive man. Well he knows he's attractive to Dean, but Dean's always loved him. They go back after an hour of Dean pushing his fries around and another hour of distracted reading in the library.

The girls are waiting for them, they push Sam into the dressing room, and when he comes out something hard and tight grips Dean's heart. He hates seeing Sam in a suit, it reminds him that maybe Sam should've had that other life, a life of lattes in one hand, a brief case in the other.

He was made to wear suits. The girls fall all over themselves with praise, and Sam's eyes crinkle in the barest hint of a smile. He wears it out the store, because they have to go visit the hospital later today. Dean feels strange, like he's stepped into another life, where he's a hunter and Sam's a suit wearing Joe.

When they get back to the motel he still hasn't said anything. Sam stares at him over the roof of the car. When they step inside their hotbox of a hotel room, Dean turns his back on Sam and goes to fiddle with the a/c unit. Sam comes up behind him, fingers clasping gently around Dean's elbow.

"What's going on?" he says, nuzzling the back of Dean's neck.

"I just--" he hates how unsure his voice sounds.

Sam tugs on Dean's chin until he's arched back against Sam's shoulder and Sam can kiss him. Sam's tongue flickers against the inside of his lip and it leaves Dean as breathless and wanting as the first time.

Sam pulls away, loosens the deep charcoal tie he bought along with the suit. "Whatever you're worried about, you shouldn't be."

Hee, Monte Cristo. That's my first thought. My second one being more like ooooooh and neck nuzzling yes! This was achingly good. :D

Good thing! I was like, GRAH FLUFFY FLUFFY HOW DO I STOP IT.

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.

Heee, fluffy boys and jealous!Dean! This is adorable, bb. *hands*

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

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

Thank you! Vanilla to new extremes!

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

Here's a prompt!

Sam/Dean, vanilla ice cream.

One of them, probably just eighteen, was hot in almost devastating way with lush breasts and a fall of dark hair that she swept back from her face every time she smoothed her hands down Sam's leg and adjusted the hem. Sam is stoic, uninterested. If Dean had a girl that close to his junk, he'd be cracking jokes and giving lascivious winks.

That part was just awesomely done. This entire fic is gorgeous :)

Some prompts...?

Meg/Ruby - get magical amnesia and they're very drawn to one another but they have no idea why
Sam/Dean - having to be very, very quiet
Sam/Dean - camping
Sam/Dean - on a deserted beach at sunset
Sam/Dean - suntan lotion on sun-warmed skin, Dean's freckles, Sam's HANDS.
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
Sam/Dean - haircut

Sam used to love vanilla ice cream, but then he'd had one crazy girlfriend before Jess, who always wanted to pour dessert on him and eat it off. After the fifth time of getting ice cream in his hair, in his pubes, mashed into his mouth and smelling like vanilla bean for days, he realized he couldn't eat it anymore.

There's this one girl on the case, she's pretty and sweet and she smells exactly like vanilla ice cream and Sam feels vaguely nauseous. He keeps wanting to cover his nose up with his hand, but he doesn't want to be rude.

When they leave, Dean asks him why he was being so twitchy. "You were like a beetle on it's back, Sam," he says.

Sam makes a face. "I hate vanilla ice cream."

"What?" Dean looks incredulous,"But it was all you would eat as a kid."

"Bad experience," is all Sam has to say. He can just imagine Dean laughing himself into next week.

Dean shoots him an indecipherable look as they head back to the car and then he leans across the space between him. The outside of his palm accidentally-on purpose skims Sam's thigh and he whispers in Sam's ear, "Well, that's okay, I like chocolate better."

Thank you! I kind of want to do this seamstress jailbait that Sam is so uninterested in!

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

The outside of his palm accidentally-on purpose skims Sam's thigh and he whispers in Sam's ear, "Well, that's okay, I like chocolate better."

lkajsdflkdfj YOU ARE AMAAAZING. *_*

Dean totally shares my snootiness toward ice cream trucks. HE UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN, LAUREN. ;)

OH MY GOD. WRITE ME DEAN AND AN ICE CREAM TRUCK. PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I WANT THE SUNTAN LOTION ONE, why am I so LAZYYYY!

Thank you!

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