Bobby by odysseaia, coloured by me

Another colouring-in for  spn_colorme's !xpchallenge. This one is a lovely line art of our Bobby, by odysseaia!
Small teaser version

Full-size( Big pic under the cut )

Bobby by odysseaia, coloured by me

Another colouring-in for  spn_colorme's !xpchallenge. This one is a lovely line art of our Bobby, by odysseaia!
Small teaser version

Full-size( Big pic under the cut )

Ten in Ten Challenge - A Sticky Business

So I signed up for posting a fanwork every day for 10 days for Astolat's Ten in Ten Challenge, and following on from yesterday's silly Velcro fic, here's a drabble

A Sticky Business
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Drabble: word count 100
10 – 10 Challenge
Warnings: Could be read as implied (non explicit) wincest
Summary: Velcro verse.  Dean is cursed by the goddess Frigg, and has become human Velcro. It's a problem.
A timestamp/sequel to The Curse of Frigging Velcro
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“Erm, Sam… You can gerroffa me now, man.”
Dean tipped his head back so he could see Sam’s face under the hanging curtain of hair.  Why he couldn’t get a proper haircut was beyond Dean.  Though entirely irrelevant to their current predicament.
Sam’s cheeks were pink.
“Can’t.”  Sam said.
“Whaddya mean, can’t ?”
Sam’s pink turned red. 
“Can’t let go, Dean.  I’m… erm… stuck.”
“Oh my god.” Realisation struck Dean like a sledgehammer.  Skin on skin contact equals Velcro-time equals Winchesters stuck in a very compromising position for who knows how long unless they both bite the bullet and….
ARGH!!!!
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Ten in Ten Challenge - A Sticky Business

So I signed up for posting a fanwork every day for 10 days for Astolat's Ten in Ten Challenge, and following on from yesterday's silly Velcro fic, here's a drabble

A Sticky Business
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Drabble: word count 100
10 – 10 Challenge
Warnings: Could be read as implied (non explicit) wincest
Summary: Velcro verse.  Dean is cursed by the goddess Frigg, and has become human Velcro. It's a problem.
A timestamp/sequel to The Curse of Frigging Velcro
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“Erm, Sam… You can gerroffa me now, man.”
Dean tipped his head back so he could see Sam’s face under the hanging curtain of hair.  Why he couldn’t get a proper haircut was beyond Dean.  Though entirely irrelevant to their current predicament.
Sam’s cheeks were pink.
“Can’t.”  Sam said.
“Whaddya mean, can’t ?”
Sam’s pink turned red. 
“Can’t let go, Dean.  I’m… erm… stuck.”
“Oh my god.” Realisation struck Dean like a sledgehammer.  Skin on skin contact equals Velcro-time equals Winchesters stuck in a very compromising position for who knows how long unless they both bite the bullet and….
ARGH!!!!
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