Sneezy Dean Variety Pack (Supernatural, M)

[Raining Strawberry]

I must be dead and in heaven...

What she said. I am madly in love with the idea of those two snuggling, no matter who's doing the sneezing. And I love that Sam could silently enjoy Dean's hitching and sneezing in the dark, seeing little more than breath vapor. The dark makes oh so many good things even better.

And yes. The sillybounce smiley is very much appropriate here as well.

[Lady Blessington]

I must be dead and in heaven... These are so awesome! I lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove these!

So much love!!! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.

I just want to squish embarrassed!Dean. SO CUTE.

It makes me so happy every time I see you've updated this thread, I can't even say.

It makes me so happy when you comment. For reals. :heart: Thank you!

Gah they're just so freaking hot!! I've been distracted by them for like an hour now. :heart:

Whoa! That's just... thank you!

I must be dead and in heaven...

What she said. I am madly in love with the idea of those two snuggling, no matter who's doing the sneezing. And I love that Sam could silently enjoy Dean's hitching and sneezing in the dark, seeing little more than breath vapor. The dark makes oh so many good things even better.

And yes. The sillybounce smiley is very much appropriate here as well.

I love slash for the way it makes snuggling suddenly way more plausible. Man, I feel like I'm underusing the dark. You intrigue me with this talk of improvement. Thanks!

Sneeze and Make Up

Prompt: Sam/Dean (or more specifically, sneezy Dean/ sneeze-kink Sam). Sam and Dean are having a fight, probably about something stupid, but Sam is mad at Dean, who’s getting sick. Dean tries to apologize, and he uses his helpful sneeziness, which works to his advantage because Sam eventually gives in and forgives him/ loves him up with Kleenex and such. It's like make up sex sneezytimes.

A/N: ME: Why could Sam be mad at Dean? LIA: Here are twenty-eight very good reasons. ME: Good God yes.

A/N 2: ME: I feel like there are parts where this is not good. TWIRLYCURLS: Here are some, and also eighteen parts that I love. ME: Awww yeah.

A/N 3: ME: Here's my new draft. Help. ENKIDU: Even though I have no computer, of course I can instantly beta this for you! And here it is back with many delicious suggestions. ME: Whoa.

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"Pump three," Sam says, tossing a package of trail mix onto the counter beside the two steaming cups of coffee.

Dean holds up a bag of Doritos the size of his torso and slaps down a fifty. "I got it."

Sam eyeballs him. "Thought you were out of cash."

"I was," Dean chuckles, shouldering out the door. "Found some on the floor when I was cleaning out the car. Can you believe it?"

"Not really."

Dean gives him a nervous glance, then sniffles and shrugs. "What, you're calling me a liar?"

"You would've told me the second you found it." Drawing up beside the Impala, Sam pulls out his money clip.

"Oh, so you think I'm a thief. That's great, Sam."

"Okay," Sam blushes, stuffing it away. "So you didn't take it from me. What, did you sell basil as pot again?"

Dean's eyes light up. "Oh my god, I should have."

Sam rubs his face.

Dean drops his chips into the backseat and takes a sip of coffee, sizing Sam up across the roof. "C'mon. We got places to be."

"We really don't." Sam waves the pack of nuts out beside him, lets it drop against his thigh. "Tell me you didn't swindle another old lady. The Plant card and the Bowie card are still good, man."

"That was..." Dean rolls his eyes and prods his nose with his wrist. Sam watches it redden.

"Look. I won it for an art project, okay? A little contest. No harm, no foul."

"Art?" Sam narrows his eyes. "You made art."

"Don't act so shocked. Eesh. You could hurt a guy's feelings."

Sam shifts warily. "Wait, like... like a painting or something? What'd you do?"

"The details aren't important."

"I think they are." Sam's eyes flick to Dean's flushed nostrils. "Seriously, you like, expressed yourself on the page?"

Dean squints and looks away, breath hitching. Sam swallows. Shaking his head, Dean snorts out a breath like an antsy stallion. "Hoo. Yeah, I uh, there was paper."

Sam sets his snack on top of the car and rests his arms on the warm metal. "I wanna see."

"I know, baby," Dean winks, snuffling against his thumb. "All in good time."

"No, I mean the art."

"Oh." Dean ducks his head, comes back up with a strained grin. "Naw."

Sam contemplates his lips. "Are you bullshitting me?"

"No. Come on. It's just..." Dean breathes out a chuckle. "It's not that good, you know?"

"I thought you said it won."

"Yeah, well... it's embarrassing, is all."

"Dean... if you actually made art..." Sam circles around the car, close enough his knuckles trail against it, "that's amazing." He studies Dean's tired eyes. "And hot." He picks a stray hair off Dean's jacket. "And I'm proud of you. And I want to see."

Dean frowns into his coffee. "Great. Maybe later I'll sneak you a peek."

"Hey." Sam settles his palms on Dean's waist and kneads him through the rough fabric. "No smartassery. I promise."

Dean stands his coffee on the shiny black roof and slips his fingers into Sam's back pockets, scoops him in close. "I trust you."

"Then show me," Sam murmurs into his hot forehead. "I won't laugh."

Sniffling fruitlessly, Dean sighs and takes a breath through his mouth. He nips Sam's chin. "I dunno."

"What's the worst that could happen?"

Dean leans in close, exhaling moist air against Sam's lips. Sam strokes an encouraging thumb over his ribcage. Then Dean falters. He steps back with a sigh and pushes his hands through his hair. "Damnit."

"What?" Sam scans him, concerned.

"You're rubbing off on me."

"Dude. What?"

Dean gazes at Sam's crotch, then raises bleak eyes. "I am not getting laid."

"You're not... oh." Sam bristles. "Because...?"

"Imunnaknmknsht."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Dean clenches his jaw. "It. Was. A. Coloring. Contest."

"A..." Sam's face heats up. "You didn't."

"I did."

"A coloring contest? For kids?"

"Ages eight and under."

Sam huffs out a laugh. "That's just... even for you, that's..."

"Brilliant? Let's go with brilliant."

"Disgusting." Sam staggers back a step. "You competed with five-year-olds for money?"

"It was like taking candy from a baby," Dean smiles hopefully.

Sam gapes. "Ugh. Let's just go." He sloshes his coffee and burns himself. "Damnit."

"Sam..."

Sam gets into the passenger seat and slams the door, sucking on his scalded hand.

"Son of a bitch." Dean opens the driver's side door and leans inside. "You okay?"

"Don't talk to me."

"Sam, I'm sorry." Dean pulls a napkin out of his jacket pocket and half-kneels on the seat to dab Sam's red skin. "You need a popsicle on that?"

"I'm fine."

"'Cause here they've got... hih..." Dean hunches, jamming two fingers up under quivering nostrils. Sam stares. "Ihh..." Sam slips the napkin back into Dean's hand, watches his chest heave. "EH-HIH-XXHZHZHSHSH!"

"Huh." Sam passes his palm over his mouth. "Mhh."

Dean blows his nose, then drops into his seat with an exhausted thump. "Ahh. That was a good one."

"Yeah, it... I mean no. No, man, you took candy from babies."

"Their parents probably just woulda spent it on something stupid anyway."

"Like junk food?"

"Man, we're out here, okay? We're saving lives, and nobody's paying us to do it. If we hadn't been here, maybe that kid would've died."

"The contest-winning kid."

"Right."

"Who doesn't exist, because of you."

"Are you listening to... ehh-HH..."

Sam squirms as Dean's pink nostrils flare. "I really am."

"HHH..."

"Why do you have to be sexy when I'm trying to be mad at you?"

Dean clutches the napkin to his red nose and jerks with another inhale. "TZHZHZHSHSHOOOO!"

"Ohh, damnit." Sam slides across the seat and pats Dean's thigh. Dean sniffs pitifully.

"Okay. We gotta eat. I get it." Sam traces the button on Dean's jeans. "You're an asshole, but I get it." From his own pocket, he produces a tissue and blots Dean's gleaming nostrils. "You sound like shit. You're comin' down with something, huh?"

Dean's chilly hand finds the base of Sam's spine under his pants. His breath catches again, eyes going shiny. "I'll give you a full-color illustration."

"Oh, yeah?" Sam grazes his feverish temple with his lips, sucks hard on his neck just behind his ear. "An original work this time?"

Dean hauls Sam into his lap and grinds up. "Ngh. Eighteen-plus. It's my strongest category." He nuzzles Sam's nipple through his shirt, then grunts and presses in hard. "HHHH... AHH-HXXTCHHCHH!" The release jostles Sam into the steering wheel. "Sorry." Dean clamps a hand over his mouth and nose, soothes the other over Sam's thrumming shoulder blades. "Sorry. I... HH-HGGTKETCHCHH!"

Sam gently chafes Dean's chest, fumbles for their flies. "No," he breathes. "This is one thing you don't have to be sorry for." He kisses the flushed shaft of Dean's nose and guides his palm down. "Ever."

[Foxfire]

ROWR!!!!!!!!

[Alice]

Poor pink nosed Dean. If only he knew how much we love it!

[Lady Blessington]

ROWR!!!!!!!!

So much drool! I feel accomplished. Thank you!

Poor pink nosed Dean. If only he knew how much we love it!

He seems like somebody who'd be willing to indulge a kink or two. Thanks!

Fancy Footwork

Prompt: Okay, this prompt has been floating around in my head for too long now. So, in addition to sneezing, my other HUGE fetish is wrestling/strength, and bondage in the form of holding someone down. (HNNNG) If someone could find a way to combine these two things, I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRSTBORN. Maybe have sneezy!Dean and sneezekink!Sam sparring for whatever reason. Since Sam's the big strong one, he keeps pinning Dean down, putting him in holds, etc. Maybe Dean is surprised to find that he's turned on by Sam's weight on him, that he likes struggling against the grip on his wrists. And his sneezing keeps interrupting their sparring, and Sam can of course feel his entire body when he's got him in a hold. They eventually both realize how turned on they are and have lots of hot sex. IDK I'LL TAKE ANYTHING. D:

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Sam bounces on his toes on the gravel behind the motel. He claps his hands and raises them to eye level. "C'mon."

Dean snuffles in the chilly air and glances at their room's back door. "Yeah." He turns and studies the hills' shocking oranges and yellows. Then he nudges his nose with a red knuckle and sidesteps into fancy footwork, smooth as a cat.

Eyeing Dean's nostrils, Sam takes a fist in the gut. Dean billows out a hoarse chuckle. "Show me the money!"

Flushing, Sam palms his abs and watches Dean bob around him. "Oh, is that how it's gonna be?" Up on the balls of his feet, he fakes three kicks to draw Dean's guard and launches a light backfist to his cheek. "Do you accept cash?"

Dean grunts and rubs his jaw. "Alw--hh--" He frowns, nose wrinkling. "EHhh--"

Sam stares.

"HEH-TZTZSHSHSH!" Dean shakes his head, blinks in surprise. "Whew."

Sam fingers his lips. "Nh." He takes a sidekick to the hip, just hard enough to set him stumbling. "Hey!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought we were sparring." Dean's mouth and nose are bright like wildflowers as he grins and feints at Sam. He socks his ribcage and draws back, jumps up and down on the spot. "Hoo! Join in anyt--hh--ugh." His forehead creases and he slows. His rosy nostrils quiver and flare. "Hh--ihhH--"

Sam drags his eyes down to Dean's hip and dances forward. He parries a clumsy kick-punch combo and lands a roundhouse to Dean's belly.

Absently rubbing the contact point, Dean raises a finger to the underside of his nose. "EHH--... hhhh-HIBFKHTCH!"

Sam swallows.

Dean looks him up and down appreciatively, cracks his knuckles. "Grasshopper has learned well." He comes in with a switch-kick, but it's slow.

Sam catches his foot and holds it. He takes in the glistening eyes, the face that's white like shells on a beach. Dean wriggles, hopping on one foot, but Sam doesn't let go. "What's with all the--"

"TCCHCHCHOO-hrrh!"

"Mmh."

"Sab, friggid' let go."

Sam inches closer, reeling Dean in by his leg. Ankle, calf... knee. "'Cause you never... unless--"

"HIHhh--... HIH-KXSH!"

"Ohhh, I see." Thigh. Sam slings Dean's knee over his hip and slides a hand around to his ass. He leans in close and kisses the tip of Dean's pink nose. Dean struggles against him but breaks off to cough into Sam's shoulder.

"Ouch." Sam rubs his back through his cold shirt. "Sucks being old, huh?"

"Shut up." Dean gasps and blows out a hot breath.

"So much for--"

"HH--igkh--" The belly against Sam's swells.

"--training."

Two sharp inhales push into him before Dean slumps with a slow, shaky release. Sam wraps his arms around his waist. "Which is totally overrated anyway." He drags Dean in tight to his throbbing groin.

"You are so wud-track." But Dean nudges his zipper into Sam's and nuzzles his ear. "You're gudda love--heh-hhH--"

"Ohh." Sam stumbles to the wall and mashes his body into Dean's.

"Ihh--"

Sam pins Dean's arms out beside them, takes the rushed moist breaths against his neck.

"Hh-HHHH--"

He grinds, thrusting a hand down the warm front of Dean's pants.

"HAH-TISHSH-TZHZHSHSHOO! Heh-XXSHSH! DGJJJ-hoo! Ehh--"

"God. Dean."

"Hrhhh--"

Dean's carotid throbs under Sam's nose. Their nipples rub together. Dean strains against him.

"Huh-TZURSHSH!"

Collectively, they sag against the beige paint.

"I wud."

"What?"

"You cabe first."

Sam raises his head and peers into bloodshot eyes. "Since when is that the goal of sparring?"

"You'd fight a sick guy and expect to beat hibb by the regular rules?"

"I didn't... you..."

"Shh." Dean kisses him. It's a long time before they talk again.

[RSB]

Sam inches closer, reeling Dean in by his leg. Ankle, calf... knee. "'Cause you never... unless--"

"HIHhh--... HIH-KXSH!"

"Ohhh, I see." Thigh. Sam slings Dean's knee over his hip and slides a hand around to his ass. He leans in close and kisses the tip of Dean's pink nose. Dean struggles against him but breaks off to cough into Sam's shoulder.

"Ouch." Sam rubs his back through his cold shirt. "Sucks being old, huh?"

"Shut up." Dean gasps and blows out a hot breath.

"So much for--"

"HH--igkh--" The belly against Sam's swells.

"--training."

Two sharp inhales push into him before Dean slumps with a slow, shaky release. Sam wraps his arms around his waist. "Which is totally overrated anyway." He drags Dean in tight to his throbbing groin.

So much sexiness in this part. I loved Sam being all flirty, reeling Dean in like that, and being so handsy while Dean is all wrapped around him and sneezing and coughing all over Sam... More drool:

[Foxfire]

This prompt is awesome! And it's so... - I'm missing the right word - seeing Sam distracted by a sneezy Dean! MOARRRR!

[27jj]

GAH. Every freaking time, man...these are all just so ridiculously HOT. This last one especially, though...

[Lady Blessington]

This prompt is awesome! And it's so... - I'm missing the right word - seeing Sam distracted by a sneezy Dean! MOARRRR!

*beams*

Thank you!!

GAH. Every freaking time, man...these are all just so ridiculously HOT. This last one especially, though...

Woohoo! I'm glad I could return the favour.

Did um. Did we all see these already? They were probably posted here and I missed it. But. BEHOLD.

Sneezy SPN art by somebody awesome

[swann_ee_song]

WAH that art is sooo good!

Elevator is my fav.

As are your fics, now I understand why you posted them here being of the same calibre. Duh.

[Lady Blessington]

WAH that art is sooo good!

Elevator is my fav.

As are your fics, now I understand why you posted them here being of the same calibre. Duh.

And now we know it's by 27jj. GO HER.

Uhhh, so THIS is a heads-up that if you've been over to the garage sale of prompts are like, "But I want MORE prompts," the prompts at the Sneezy SPN Boys meme have been all neatly packaged for your perusal.

Unclaimed Unfilled Sneezy-SPN-Boys Prompts

[Lady Blessington]

Happy birthday oooooo!!!!

Prompt: Dean's sick, and Anna gives him some much needed TLC. Probably would have to be before she got her Grace back since, you know, otherwise she could just heal him, but...I don't care if you AU it a bit or fiddle with the timeline if that's what you need to do.

When they're finished, they lie still in the car for awhile. She nuzzles into his soft skin, presses herself against his warmth as the air starts to cool. The heartbeat under her ear slows down bit by bit. She listens, and listens, and forgets.

She's in a sated haze when without warning, it picks up. Dean's chest swells out high, then hesitates before sinking beneath her with a noisy outpouring of breath. She strokes his ribcage, angles her face up. "What was that?"

"Nothing." He sniffles and rubs the back of her thigh.

It's chilly now. She fishes her shirt off the floor, drapes it over her back and resettles. Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

"Oh!" she laughs, steadying herself against the back of the bench seat. "Bless you." She watches him turn away shyly and sweep two fingers under his nose.

"Mhh." He wraps his arms around her and coaxes her back down.

"Look, your little hairs are standing up." She soothes a palm over his elbow. "Bet you five bucks we get frost tonight."

"Since when are you a gam--eh-KHSH-oo! Ugh, sorry."

"Are you catching a cold?"

"What? No, I'm--HH-ETCHCH!"

She raises herself up. His eyes are glazed, nose flushed in the moonlight. "Bet you five bucks you are."

---

She freezes at the top of the ladder. There's a rhythmic rustling in the straw. Grunting... that's Ruby's voice, and Sam's.

"What?" Dean murmurs from the vicinity of her boots.

She looks down at his twisty eyebrows, washed blue in the light from his phone. Her face splits in a giddy grin. "They're fucking," she whispers.

"Abort."

"No!" she hisses as he starts to climb back down. "Dean."

"There's a code among men." Boots on floorboards, Dean drags his sleeve under his nose and chokes back a cough. "No interrupting."

"They'll understand." She shimmies down. "You could get really sick."

"Eghh--HH--"

"See?" she breathes, watching his forehead crunch as he clamps both hands on tight.

---

"Oh, oops! Hi guys."

"Anna," Sam gasps, rolling off of Ruby. "Hey."

"Were you... oh my gosh, I'm so sorry."

"No, no, it's fine. We were, uh."

"Make yourself at home," Ruby sighs in the dark.

"Thanks." Anna steps into the hay. "Wow. You know, I wouldn't. It's just... it's really cold out there."

"IH-KGXSH!"

"Bless you," she exclaims as Dean blows his nose. "You sound terrible. Um, the others are here, and I found us a spot."

"Well well, what's all this?" Dean shuffles and clunks toward her. "Sam, were you bringing sexy back?" He almost trips over Anna, then sits down practically on top of her and loses a surprise sneeze in her shoulder. "Oh," he snuffles. "Dude."

"It's fine." She squeezes his hip.

"Is something...?"

"He's got a cold." Anna spreads hay over them like a blanket and lies down close. When he curls up behind her, she can feel the heat from his face.

"So play nice," he calls, "or I'll breathe on you." Nestling in, he sniffles into the back of her head and cups her belly with cool fingers. "Guess it's too late for you, huh?"

"Guess it is," she says, and thumbs over his knuckles in the warm itchy dark.

"Did you know you're kind of awesome?"

"You owe me five bucks."

---

end

[27jj]

I love the way you write:)

Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

Uh, that’s ridiculously hot.

I love how Anna’s like, who cares if Sam and Ruby are fucking, even though Dean’s all, Abort!, because she doesn’t want Dean to get sicker.

IIIII like this. A lot.

[BlueRandom]

Ohh, look at your beautiful update! I love this one, especially the way you write Dean and Anna.

Anna," Sam gasps, rolling off of Ruby. "Hey."

I forgot how good Sam and Ruby were!!

[telltale]

Yum, het. I love this. It's so warm and sweet.

[Silent Sophie]

Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

Uh, that’s ridiculously hot.

Agreed.

[ooo]

YOUUU. *sings you a song*

This is so spot-on what I was imagining for that prompt and you are awesome and gahh. I love the setting you picked, and this line: She listens, and listens, and forgets., is just so perfect.

Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

"Oh!" she laughs, steadying herself against the back of the bench seat. "Bless you." She watches him turn away shyly and sweep two fingers under his nose.

This is my favourite favourite bit, so adorable and hot and, and yum.

I love Anna's reaction to Sam and Ruby, and Dean all 'Abort!' (heee), but her pushing onwards all unashamedly, and the surprise sneeze, and the blanket of hay, and Dean threatening to breathe on everyone, and warm itchy dark, which is the best image and just gnrghhh. Also all the hot hot sneezing and spelling and describing, and Anna being all awesome and squeezing his hip (gnnhh) and and yeah.

Thank you times a million! I feel so loved today

[Foxfire]

OMG!!! This is so awesome! The prompt alone is genius - but your work... I don't have words!

[swann_ee_song]

Ooooh that last one with Anna and Ruby was SHMAWESOME!!

Um. I have to ask though, what is up with that pic of Jensen in your sig? Just what the heck does he have in his left hand... and where is he looking with that intensely goofy expression? And when/where is it from?

(Don't mind me if you don't know any of the details and just picked it off of google or something...)

[Lady Blessington]

I love the way you write:)

Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

Uh, that’s ridiculously hot.

I love how Anna’s like, who cares if Sam and Ruby are fucking, even though Dean’s all, Abort!, because she doesn’t want Dean to get sicker.

IIIII like this. A lot.

I like YOU a lot. And the crazy-nice things you say.

Ohh, look at your beautiful update! I love this one, especially the way you write Dean and Anna.

Anna," Sam gasps, rolling off of Ruby. "Hey."

I forgot how good Sam and Ruby were!!

:heart:

Wow, beautiful? Thank you! :heart:

Yum, het. I love this. It's so warm and sweet.

*stares at your new signature*

I

*stares some more*

What?

Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

Uh, that’s ridiculously hot.

Agreed.

Aw! Thank you!

YOUUU. *sings you a song*

This is so spot-on what I was imagining for that prompt and you are awesome and gahh. I love the setting you picked, and this line: She listens, and listens, and forgets., is just so perfect.

Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

"Oh!" she laughs, steadying herself against the back of the bench seat. "Bless you." She watches him turn away shyly and sweep two fingers under his nose.

This is my favourite favourite bit, so adorable and hot and, and yum.

I love Anna's reaction to Sam and Ruby, and Dean all 'Abort!' (heee), but her pushing onwards all unashamedly, and the surprise sneeze, and the blanket of hay, and Dean threatening to breathe on everyone, and warm itchy dark, which is the best image and just gnrghhh. Also all the hot hot sneezing and spelling and describing, and Anna being all awesome and squeezing his hip (gnnhh) and and yeah.

Thank you times a million! I feel so loved today

You ARE loved. Because you rock. And make me grin like a goon. Like now. Thank you so much, birthday girl!

OMG!!! This is so awesome! The prompt alone is genius - but your work... I don't have words!

Whoa! You called it my work. I feel so professional. Thank you so much!

Ooooh that last one with Anna and Ruby was SHMAWESOME!!

Um. I have to ask though, what is up with that pic of Jensen in your sig? Just what the heck does he have in his left hand... and where is he looking with that intensely goofy expression? And when/where is it from?

(Don't mind me if you don't know any of the details and just picked it off of google or something...)

Did you hear about Jensen's cold? He was at a Creation Con last weekend and he had a cold. My friend was there and she took pictures. This was one of them. He has water and a cloth napkin in his hand. The napkin is because he was sweating - nooo nose-wiping, sadly, but, I like to pretend. The pics are by wolfpup2000 on LJ. She has lots up there if you want to see more.

Sorry there's no update, but I've got a few things in the works so um, probably soon!

[swann_ee_song]

>.>;

I did hear! And I may in fact follow people on Twitter. (I admit nothing!)

The objects in his hand were crazy unidentifiable to me for some reason...Poor Jensen. His nose does look kinda pink.

*toddles off to LJ for more eye-candy*

[LovelyLinda]

QUOTE (27jaredjensen @ Dec 29 2010, 11:22 AM) *

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Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

Uh, that’s ridiculously hot.

Agreed. dribble.gif

Triple agreed o.0

It's just wow. Don't have words x.x

[telltale]

I like your new sig toooo. Yay, coldy!Jensen!

[Lady Blessington]

>.>;

I did hear! And I may in fact follow people on Twitter. (I admit nothing!)

The objects in his hand were crazy unidentifiable to me for some reason...Poor Jensen. His nose does look kinda pink.

*toddles off to LJ for more eye-candy*

I don't have Twitter but I kept checking Jim Beaver's Facebook page for updates about The Mass Cold and it was definitely kind of awesome. It was like those people were RIGHT THERE.

QUOTE (27jaredjensen @ Dec 29 2010, 11:22 AM) *

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Dean's fingertips are skating idly over her scalp a moment later when his breath hitches again and he jolts under her in a massive sneeze.

Uh, that’s ridiculously hot.

Agreed. dribble.gif

Triple agreed o.0

It's just wow. Don't have words x.x

You have good faces though! Thank you so much!

I like your new sig toooo. Yay, coldy!Jensen!

Up with Dean prettiness!!

Bulti-Taledted

Prompt: It's the first week of summer. Dean gets himself a badly sunburnt nose and a change-of-season cold (or seasonal allergies) to match. Blowing his nose hurts, wiping his nose hurts, rubbing his nose when he has to sneeze hurts. Sam (sneezekink or otherwise, or Cas, or whoever works for you) is around to help and/or tease and/or sympathise.

:::

"Heh-XXGT!"

Sam freezes, can of soda forgotten halfway to his mouth. He watches Dean rub the towel over his head, scrub down his goosebumped arms. "Mmh. Bless you."

Dean swipes at his nose with the ratty beer ad towel, passes it down along his legs. "Fuck that's cold." He tugs on his jeans, drops onto the brown sand next to Sam. His lips on Sam's drink are purple.

Sam dips his nose to Dean's chilly shoulder, breathes him in. The scent is clean, like cool, fresh weeds. "You smell good." He presses a kiss into his brother's skin.

Dean shivers, plasters himself to Sam's side. His hair drips icy water on Sam's neck. "Ah... hoo. You're warm. Uhh... hh-TCHCH! HIXXSHSHOOO!"

"Whoa." Sam hugs him in tight, soothes the goosebumps on his bare back. "That's not good."

Dean snuffles. "Oh man. I think I just caught a cold."

Sam rests his palm at Dean's belly button, nuzzles his hot nose. "C'mere. I'll make it up to you."

:::

"Subber's a weakass tibe to get sick."

The air conditioner hums in the shadowy corner. Sam leans down beside the couch and lays a damp cloth over Dean's eyes. "I told you you needed a break."

"Why dod't you deed a... ehhh... IGH-KSHH!"

Sam swallows. Dean digs a tissue out from under his pillow and wipes his nose before he remembers with a jerk. "Ow. Sud of a bitch."

"Hey, Rambo. Let me." Sam plucks a new Kleenex from the box by Dean's head, feathers it to his brother's sunburnt nostrils.

Dean stifles a cough and sighs. "Well ared't you bulti-taledted."

:::

He's wrapped up in a blanket in the shade, propped against a tree.

Hunched over a book, Sam murmurs along with the text. "Ego expello vos."

"Whoa, whoa. Sabby."

Sam glances up, sees the flush in his cheeks. "What?"

"Dot out loud."

"It's an exorcism." He watches Dean haul a tissue out of his pocket and cup his nose delicately in a pocket of air. "Nothing bad's gonna happen."

"HH-XXSH-oo!"

"Oh my god, did I just exorcise your snot?"

:::

In the glow of the laptop screen, Dean's peeling belly balloons out with hitching breaths. Sam groans and curls his legs around Dean's thigh.

"You beh... better taaay... take this."

Sam's sucking along his prickly jaw. "Mm-hmm." He takes the computer in one hand, plants it behind him without looking.

"Ihh... hoo."

Sam smothers his flaring nostrils in delicate kisses.

"Oh... goh... GATZZHTCHIT-huh! EH-XXHT!"

The exhale's shaky. Sam gasps against his red skin and strokes him all over.

:::

"You're feeling better."

Dean takes a demonstrative breath through his nostrils, spreads his hands proudly in the residual drift of shower steam. His toes scrunch happily on the carpet. He undoes his towel, steps lean and limber toward Sam. "C'mere. I'll make it up to you."

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Sam rests his palm at Dean's belly button, nuzzles his hot nose. "C'mere. I'll make it up to you."

Dean takes a demonstrative breath through his nostrils, spreads his hands proudly in the residual drift of shower steam. His toes scrunch happily on the carpet. He undoes his towel, steps lean and limber toward Sam. "C'mere. I'll make it up to you."

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"It's an exorcism." He watches Dean haul a tissue out of his pocket and cup his nose delicately in a pocket of air. "Nothing bad's gonna happen."

"HH-XXSH-oo!"

"Oh my god, did I just exorcise your snot?"

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This is hilarious! My neighbour must think I crazy because I'm laughing like mad at dead of night!

Oh, and the title is so brilliant! ROWR! HOT! HOT! HOT!