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002. Trickery
Title: Trickery
Pairings, Characters: Sam/Dean, Ruby
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play, pwp, dirty talk, ebil!Sam, fingering
Word Count: 427
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Disclaimer 2: I’m pretty sure I got the chained to a throne idea from a fic I read awhile ago, but I can’t remember where. If anyone should know, please link me so I can credit.
Prompt: Trickery, noun; the practice of deception
“You know,” Ruby groused as she followed Sam through the underbrush. “If you would just chain him to a throne made from the bones of your enemies like the kings of old, we wouldn’t keep having this problem.”
Sam scowled. “I want him to stay because he wants to stay.”
Ruby shook her new blonde’s head. “So keeping him against his will is wrong, but you have no problem with dragging him back against his will? Great logic there, boy-king.”
“Why do you get bitchier every time you’re in a blonde?”
“Occupational hazard, I guess.”
He tried to glare her down, but, as always, she proved impervious to his bitch face.
“How did he escape this time?” She asked.
A bit embarrassed, Sam replied, “He tricked his guards. Faked like he slit his wrists, then knifed them when they came running in to check.”
Ruby sighed. “I told you he shouldn’t have kept my knife.”
“He’s priority one for Lillith’s boys now, the easiest way to get to me,” Sam protested, “I couldn’t leave him unprotected.”
“If you would use your powers—” Ruby began, but Sam’s quiet voice cut her off.
“He won’t look at me when my eyes are yellow.”
Dean almost got Ruby as he exploded from the bushes behind them. An ordinary demon would have been a goner, but Ruby had trained her physical skills as well as her demon powers. She whirled to the side as Dean rushed her, and the knife passed with a flare of orange through her arm.
Sam took a step and jumped into a flying kick. The knife went spinning out into the night. Knowing Sam could handle Dean from here, Ruby went racing after it.
It was even easier to subdue Dean than normal. He really had cut his wrists, just not deep enough to die from it. Still, the blood loss wasn’t working in his favor against his superpowered brother.
“Come on, Dean,” Sam sighed once his brother’s front was pinned to a tree and his hands were secured behind his back. “Why do we have to keep doing this? It’s still me, I’m still your brother.”
“No,” Dean hissed. “My brother does not have yellow eyes.”
Sadly, Sam traced his hand down Dean’s back, and into his jeans. Dean tried to stifle a moan as Sam’s fingers found his opening. Apparently Dean hadn’t had the time to wash the lube that Sam insisted he keep in his hole because he was still wet.
“You’re mine, Dean,” Sam whispered as two fingers slipped easily inside. “Mine.”
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Pairings, Characters: Sam/Dean, Ruby
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play, pwp, dirty talk, ebil!Sam, fingering
Word Count: 427
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Disclaimer 2: I’m pretty sure I got the chained to a throne idea from a fic I read awhile ago, but I can’t remember where. If anyone should know, please link me so I can credit.
Prompt: Trickery, noun; the practice of deception
“You know,” Ruby groused as she followed Sam through the underbrush. “If you would just chain him to a throne made from the bones of your enemies like the kings of old, we wouldn’t keep having this problem.”
Sam scowled. “I want him to stay because he wants to stay.”
Ruby shook her new blonde’s head. “So keeping him against his will is wrong, but you have no problem with dragging him back against his will? Great logic there, boy-king.”
“Why do you get bitchier every time you’re in a blonde?”
“Occupational hazard, I guess.”
He tried to glare her down, but, as always, she proved impervious to his bitch face.
“How did he escape this time?” She asked.
A bit embarrassed, Sam replied, “He tricked his guards. Faked like he slit his wrists, then knifed them when they came running in to check.”
Ruby sighed. “I told you he shouldn’t have kept my knife.”
“He’s priority one for Lillith’s boys now, the easiest way to get to me,” Sam protested, “I couldn’t leave him unprotected.”
“If you would use your powers—” Ruby began, but Sam’s quiet voice cut her off.
“He won’t look at me when my eyes are yellow.”
Dean almost got Ruby as he exploded from the bushes behind them. An ordinary demon would have been a goner, but Ruby had trained her physical skills as well as her demon powers. She whirled to the side as Dean rushed her, and the knife passed with a flare of orange through her arm.
Sam took a step and jumped into a flying kick. The knife went spinning out into the night. Knowing Sam could handle Dean from here, Ruby went racing after it.
It was even easier to subdue Dean than normal. He really had cut his wrists, just not deep enough to die from it. Still, the blood loss wasn’t working in his favor against his superpowered brother.
“Come on, Dean,” Sam sighed once his brother’s front was pinned to a tree and his hands were secured behind his back. “Why do we have to keep doing this? It’s still me, I’m still your brother.”
“No,” Dean hissed. “My brother does not have yellow eyes.”
Sadly, Sam traced his hand down Dean’s back, and into his jeans. Dean tried to stifle a moan as Sam’s fingers found his opening. Apparently Dean hadn’t had the time to wash the lube that Sam insisted he keep in his hole because he was still wet.
“You’re mine, Dean,” Sam whispered as two fingers slipped easily inside. “Mine.”
~~~~~~
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I dunno if I should just forgo that whole "just shorts" thing or not; I'm not sure I got it in me to write an entire fic every day, even just a one-shot.
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