Supernatural Fics
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Title: Twinkie Fondling For The Symbolically Impaired
Rating: R
Characters: Sam, Dean
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Words: 216
Summary: All's fair in love and war.


"Dude."

"What?"

"Tell me that's not my Twinkie."

"It's not your Twinkie. It's my Twinkie."

"Dude. Don't fondle my food."

"It's not your food; I found it."

"I bought it."

"You stole it."

"Yeah, me. Which makes that mine."

Crumple, crumple.

"You didn't just do that."

"Mmpmph ah wiw."

"I can't believe you just did that. You fucking bastard, you couldn't've saved me any?"

"Woe."

"You're never going to get laid again. Seriously, you're gonna have to fuck yourself from now on."

"Mmm. It was so good Dean. Just like a little piece of heaven, wrapped up in love and safely secured in a thin plastic sheath."

"Dude. You are so gay."

"Says the guy who had his cock rammed up my ass last night."

Shift.

"So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Well you were the one whimpering and begging, not me. Harder Dean, please! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Shift.

"I don't sound like that."

"Of course not, I can't make my voice crack the way yours does when, how did you say it? Right. When I have my cock rammed up your ass."

Groan.

"Pull over."

"No."

"What?"

"You heard me. No. You stole my last Twinkie bitch; prepare to feel my wrath."

"..."

"Or, you know, not feel it."

"Worst big brother ever."

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