so I had to create some Winchester stories...Oh and they turned out Wincest. And a J2 one that's um. Rude. LOL
Dean paced up and down, jiggling his shin. His very good friend, Mary Sue Sword, had arranged to meet him here under the Impala. "I have something gargantuan to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Sword was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Dean expected to see her bounce up, her yellow hair streaming behind her and her operatic eyes aglow.
Dean heard footsteps, but they seemed rather silky-smooth for a delicate and tasty girl like Mary Sue Sword, whose tread was icy. He turned around and found Sam staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Sam said speedily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Dean had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so hesitantly. "Mary Sue Sword asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Sam, his stomach began to throb blindly.
"Oh," Sam said, hoarsely. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Dean said and caught Sam by his nose. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Sam said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, as dangerous as an overloaded electricity pylon, showering sparks everywhere.
From behind a discus, Mary Sue Sword watched with a shiny light in her majestic eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Dean/Sam". Then she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the chinchilla from extinction.
Second one, which starts off almost normal:I Saw Sam Kissing Santa Claus
Dean woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one yellow box that looked like a sword.
Then Dean noticed that Sam was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Dean thought that he would surprise Sam. Maybe even sneak up behind him and ride him on his majestic nose. That always made Sam shiny.
Dean crept hoarsely down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its angular lights, and the presents, heaped up speedily, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Sam. Kissing someone.
Dean was so angry, he picked up a beard from a table and threw it hesitantly under the Impala.
Sam looked around.
"Sam, you operatic chinchilla!" Dean yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Dean looked and then rubbed his shin and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Sam said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what an icy kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Dean said blindly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be gargantuan."
That seemed reasonable. Dean went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, as dangerous as an overloaded electricity pylon, showering sparks everywhere. He made Dean's stomach feel all silky-smooth.
"You see?" Sam said smoothly and Dean saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
Number 3 with a different set of words:The Battle For The Fireplace
Up the chimney, Sam drifted his fireplace. He had been busy with the fireplace for hours and now wanted nothing more than a dreadful cuddle or a transparent massage from his lover Dean.
He said this last thought out loud and all of a sudden his dusty Dean appeared at the door, grinning loosely.
"Put down the fireplace," Dean said dreadfully. "Unless you want me to drift that fireplace on your ear."
Sam put down the fireplace. He was cheesy. He had never seen Dean so wavy before and it made him wonderful.
Dean picked up the fireplace, then withdrew a blanket from his elbow. "Don't be so cheesy," Dean said with a wavy grimace. "A hedgehog bit my toe this morning, and everything became overwhelming. Now with this fireplace and this blanket I can dreadfully rule the world!
Sam clutched his radical toe hazily. This was his lover, his dusty Dean, now staring at him with a wavy elbow.
"Fight it!" Sam shouted. "The hedgehog just wants the fireplace for his own dusty devices! He doesn't love you, not the dreadful way I do!"
Sam could see Dean trembling hazily. Sam reached out his ear and touched Dean's elbow dreadfully. He was dusty, so dusty, but he knew only his radical love for Dean would break the hedgehog's spell.
Sure enough, Dean dropped the fireplace with a thunk. "Oh, Sam," he squealed. "I'm so dreadful, can you ever forgive me?"
But Sam had already moved up the chimney. Like an air-bushed starlet in a glossy magazine, he pressed his ear into Dean's elbow. And as they fell together in an overwhelming fit of love, the fireplace lay on the floor, wonderful and forgotten.
A Popcorn In Time
On a ginger and radical morning, Jared sat behind a bookshelf. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His butt ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Jensen to love someone with a wise lips?
Sensitively, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a rough risible chimney, all on a summer's day. I wish my Jensen would fuck me, in his own wicked way..."
"Do you?" Jensen sat down beside Jared and put his hand on Jared's chin. "I think that could be arranged."
Jared gasped greedily. "But what about my wise lips?"
"I like it," Jensen said awkwardly. "I think it's smooth."
They came together and their kiss was like a cop who's just discovered he's left his gun at home.
"I love you," Jared said darkly.
"I love you too," Jensen replied and fucked him.
They bought a puppy, moved in together, and lived slyly ever after.
I think you can probably guess the words that I added to the mix...I laugh far too hard at these things. Paul thinks I've gone nuts. LOL! I might do some more but don't worry, I won't post them! Ha ha ha!![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amberdreams) wrote2017-12-18 08:17 pm
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I mean the crazy thing is that in the world of this fandom, they're maybe not even the most 'out there' things I've seen, nor are they that implausible!!! ;D
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