Fic: Shots (Teaser)
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dancing_adriftTitle: Shots (on AO3)
Rating: R, Mature
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word Count: ~ 4.7K Full Version on AO3
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, as much as I wish I did.
Original Post Date: April 24, 2016 on AO3 (Only a teaser is below. To read the entire story, please visit my AO3 page. Thank you, and enjoy! :)
Summary: Sam’s just had too much one day and needs a little stress relief.
Author's Note: This is my first completed Wincest fic. I started it a while ago but got distracted by other projects. I hope you like it! :)
Dean slapped his palms flat against the heavy wooden door, just barely preventing it from slamming in his face. As his eyes adjusted to the dim interior, he spotted Sam several feet ahead, his long, determined strides quickly carrying him across the linoleum floor, his gaze locked with the man behind the bar. Halfway to his destination - as soon as he was within hearing distance - he held up two fingers.
“Two shots of Jack, please. And keep ‘em comin’.”
Sam reached the counter and leaned against it, Dean joining him a moment later. The bearded barkeep silently poured two generous shots of the amber liquid and slid them across the bar into Sam’s waiting hands. Sam handed one glass to Dean, lifted his own drink with a small nod in a salute to his brother, then tossed the liquor straight down his throat. He slammed the empty glass on the counter with a hiss and a quick shake of his head, pushing it back across the bar with an expectant look at the bartender who hesitated only a second before he began filling the glass again.
Dean was less violent when he shot his own drink, and when he returned his glass, he flipped it upside down and met the bartender’s gaze, smiling and nodding in thanks to indicate that he was finished. He glanced over at his brother with subtly widened eyes as Sam pounded back his second shot, another hiss of breath escaping his mouth as the alcohol burned its way down his esophagus. When he shoved his glass back yet again, the bartender gave a questioning glance to Dean who could only shrug cluelessly at him. So he poured the whiskey again and passed it to Sam who quickly downed it and sent it back, clearly still expecting non-stop flow of the hard liquor.
“You boys do plan on opening a tab or sumthin’, right?” the man queried, his eyes crinkling in silent amusement. Dean gave his brother a searing glance.
“I dunno, Sam; what’re your plans there, buddy?”
Sam pulled two twenties from his wallet, slapping them on the counter underneath his open palm.
“I’ll have another. Dean, beer?”
Dean reached for his own wallet, drawing out a five and sliding it across the counter, holding his brother’s determined gaze.
“Sure - make it two.”
Dean pulled a stool away from the bar and sat - he was going to enjoy his beer, dammit (no matter what was currently eating at Sam). When Sam had finished his fourth shot, Dean nudged his second beer over to his brother.
Sam accepted the cool bottle and Dean clinked their drinks together before taking a refreshing swallow, observing his brother over the glass neck. Sam downed half of his beer in one long pull.
“Dude - what has gotten into you?”
Sam just looked over at him, his hazel-brown eyes intense, but disclosing no information for Dean to decipher. His mouth was pressed in a thin line, and his chest was noticeably rising with each breath. He set his beer close to Dean’s and then turned away, beelining through the smaller tables and an aged pool table to the neon blue-lit jukebox in the back. Dean stared after him, bewildered by his brother’s strange behavior; when Sam inserted several bills into the machine, Dean swiveled away and faced the bar with raised eyebrows and an audible expulsion of air. What the hell had gotten into his brother?
CLICK HERE to read the rest on AO3! :)
Rating: R, Mature
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word Count: ~ 4.7K Full Version on AO3
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, as much as I wish I did.
Original Post Date: April 24, 2016 on AO3 (Only a teaser is below. To read the entire story, please visit my AO3 page. Thank you, and enjoy! :)
Summary: Sam’s just had too much one day and needs a little stress relief.
Author's Note: This is my first completed Wincest fic. I started it a while ago but got distracted by other projects. I hope you like it! :)
Dean slapped his palms flat against the heavy wooden door, just barely preventing it from slamming in his face. As his eyes adjusted to the dim interior, he spotted Sam several feet ahead, his long, determined strides quickly carrying him across the linoleum floor, his gaze locked with the man behind the bar. Halfway to his destination - as soon as he was within hearing distance - he held up two fingers.
“Two shots of Jack, please. And keep ‘em comin’.”
Sam reached the counter and leaned against it, Dean joining him a moment later. The bearded barkeep silently poured two generous shots of the amber liquid and slid them across the bar into Sam’s waiting hands. Sam handed one glass to Dean, lifted his own drink with a small nod in a salute to his brother, then tossed the liquor straight down his throat. He slammed the empty glass on the counter with a hiss and a quick shake of his head, pushing it back across the bar with an expectant look at the bartender who hesitated only a second before he began filling the glass again.
Dean was less violent when he shot his own drink, and when he returned his glass, he flipped it upside down and met the bartender’s gaze, smiling and nodding in thanks to indicate that he was finished. He glanced over at his brother with subtly widened eyes as Sam pounded back his second shot, another hiss of breath escaping his mouth as the alcohol burned its way down his esophagus. When he shoved his glass back yet again, the bartender gave a questioning glance to Dean who could only shrug cluelessly at him. So he poured the whiskey again and passed it to Sam who quickly downed it and sent it back, clearly still expecting non-stop flow of the hard liquor.
“You boys do plan on opening a tab or sumthin’, right?” the man queried, his eyes crinkling in silent amusement. Dean gave his brother a searing glance.
“I dunno, Sam; what’re your plans there, buddy?”
Sam pulled two twenties from his wallet, slapping them on the counter underneath his open palm.
“I’ll have another. Dean, beer?”
Dean reached for his own wallet, drawing out a five and sliding it across the counter, holding his brother’s determined gaze.
“Sure - make it two.”
Dean pulled a stool away from the bar and sat - he was going to enjoy his beer, dammit (no matter what was currently eating at Sam). When Sam had finished his fourth shot, Dean nudged his second beer over to his brother.
Sam accepted the cool bottle and Dean clinked their drinks together before taking a refreshing swallow, observing his brother over the glass neck. Sam downed half of his beer in one long pull.
“Dude - what has gotten into you?”
Sam just looked over at him, his hazel-brown eyes intense, but disclosing no information for Dean to decipher. His mouth was pressed in a thin line, and his chest was noticeably rising with each breath. He set his beer close to Dean’s and then turned away, beelining through the smaller tables and an aged pool table to the neon blue-lit jukebox in the back. Dean stared after him, bewildered by his brother’s strange behavior; when Sam inserted several bills into the machine, Dean swiveled away and faced the bar with raised eyebrows and an audible expulsion of air. What the hell had gotten into his brother?
CLICK HERE to read the rest on AO3! :)
