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Nov. 26th, 2009 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
longsufferinglyI can't imagine I'll be posting anything big today, so instead have this commentfic I wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lazy_daze just now.
Hey La, My Boyfriend's Back, Sam/Dean, Dean gets cursed. No spoilers. Plus a bonus coda at the end!
"Shall I compare thee to a mighty oak?" asks Dean. He somehow manages to look both a) sincere and b) like he is waiting for the earth to open up and swallow him. "Thou art more regal and much higher, too."
"That's," says Sam, trying not to giggle, "very thoughtful of you, Dean."
"Rough winds do blow fall leaves from high branches, and for winter months it stays all barren."
"Okay," Sam grants.
"Sometime," Dean soldiers on, "termites get in trees and eat them"--Sam wonders if this is Dean fighting the curse, or just the curse adapting to Dean's less than Shakespearean vocabulary--"Or also beavers can do the same thing."
"And lumberjacks," Sam supplies.
"And global warming might destroy nature, Al Gore wouldn't lie to us about that."
"Dean, is this one of those times where you want me to kill you and put you out of your misery?"
"But," says Dean, and now he's staring at Sam in a way that makes Sam feel antsy and uncomfortable, "thy long limbs will never droop nor fail, nor lose their strength to protect and hold me."
Sam gulps.
"Nor shall death ever have you while I live."
That one makes him shiver. "Dean--"
"And these lines will preserve my love for thee." He sees Dean swallow, but his eyes never leave Sam's and Sam thinks--this might not be the curse. "So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see," he says, "So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
And then he kisses Sam.
*
Later, after the kissing has progressed to something more, and they're lying in bed together, Dean snorts.
"What?"
"Dude, give you a little poetry and you just give it up."
"Al Gore is a real turn-on for me," Sam retorts. Then, quietly, "That wasn't the curse, right?"
Dean's silent for a minute. "Well, I wouldn't say it like that."
CODA FORwanttobeatree!
"Oh yes," says Sam, twining his fingers into the salt-and-pepper hair as Al Gore sucks his dick. "Give it to me, Mr. Vice-President!"
"Did you know semen is a good source of protein, Sam?" asks Al Gore. "You should come down my throat."
"Yesss," Sam groans, but before he can come, his alarm goes off.
Dean is, understandably, staring at him. "Man, Sammy. You have got some fucked up wet dreams."
lazy_daze just now.Hey La, My Boyfriend's Back, Sam/Dean, Dean gets cursed. No spoilers. Plus a bonus coda at the end!
"Shall I compare thee to a mighty oak?" asks Dean. He somehow manages to look both a) sincere and b) like he is waiting for the earth to open up and swallow him. "Thou art more regal and much higher, too."
"That's," says Sam, trying not to giggle, "very thoughtful of you, Dean."
"Rough winds do blow fall leaves from high branches, and for winter months it stays all barren."
"Okay," Sam grants.
"Sometime," Dean soldiers on, "termites get in trees and eat them"--Sam wonders if this is Dean fighting the curse, or just the curse adapting to Dean's less than Shakespearean vocabulary--"Or also beavers can do the same thing."
"And lumberjacks," Sam supplies.
"And global warming might destroy nature, Al Gore wouldn't lie to us about that."
"Dean, is this one of those times where you want me to kill you and put you out of your misery?"
"But," says Dean, and now he's staring at Sam in a way that makes Sam feel antsy and uncomfortable, "thy long limbs will never droop nor fail, nor lose their strength to protect and hold me."
Sam gulps.
"Nor shall death ever have you while I live."
That one makes him shiver. "Dean--"
"And these lines will preserve my love for thee." He sees Dean swallow, but his eyes never leave Sam's and Sam thinks--this might not be the curse. "So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see," he says, "So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
And then he kisses Sam.
*
Later, after the kissing has progressed to something more, and they're lying in bed together, Dean snorts.
"What?"
"Dude, give you a little poetry and you just give it up."
"Al Gore is a real turn-on for me," Sam retorts. Then, quietly, "That wasn't the curse, right?"
Dean's silent for a minute. "Well, I wouldn't say it like that."
CODA FOR
wanttobeatree!"Oh yes," says Sam, twining his fingers into the salt-and-pepper hair as Al Gore sucks his dick. "Give it to me, Mr. Vice-President!"
"Did you know semen is a good source of protein, Sam?" asks Al Gore. "You should come down my throat."
"Yesss," Sam groans, but before he can come, his alarm goes off.
Dean is, understandably, staring at him. "Man, Sammy. You have got some fucked up wet dreams."
