Writers Block Drabbles
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Dean teaches Cas to throw rocks at trains.
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- Part 1 of Writers Block Drabbles
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He tried the knob. It turned and the door swished open. Dean took one step inside and called out again, “Cas?” Still nothing. He flicked the switch and a buttery yellow light filled the room. His eyebrows shot up.
Pennies.
There were old jelly and spaghetti sauce jars full of shining copper. Ceramic bowls overflowed onto the dresser and bookshelves creating dingy waterfalls. Ziploc bags full of the small round discs lined the wall by the door. Milk crates stacked up to create a shelving unit were full of more bags.
Where the hell had Cas gotten so many pennies?
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- Part 2 of Writers Block Drabbles
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Cas invites Dean to watch a movie. Dean gets bored and has to find a way to entertain himself.
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- Part 3 of Writers Block Drabbles
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Dean just wants a taste.
God damn
See you licking frosting from your own hands
Want another taste, I'm begging, yes ma'am
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- Part 4 of Writers Block Drabbles
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It started the same way as it always did. Gabe popped into the bathroom of the cheap little motel and held out his hand.
“Do you trust me?” he said, with a smirk and a gleam in his eye that definitely hinted that he shouldn’t. But Sam did, even after all they had been through, he did. So he tightened his grip on the towel around his waist and reached out his other hand.
His towel didn’t make the trip.
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- Part 5 of Writers Block Drabbles
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It all started with a sweater.
It was a little too big for Cas’ frame; the shoulder seams drooped down the tops of his arms and the sleeves covered his hands if they weren’t rolled up at least once. The collar was wide, three buttons (and one blank spot where a button should have been) made a line down the front, and on the sides there were pockets that were large enough to hold any multitude of small objects.
The most striking thing about the sweater was its color; a rich purple that verged on blue in the right light.
“Nice sweater, Cas.” Dean said, and he meant it. Cas smiled at him, a gummy thing that made Dean’s heart flip flop in his chest.
“Thank you, Dean.” He said simply before returning to his book.
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- Part 6 of Writers Block Drabbles
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Dean groaned as Cas sank in deep again, his hips flush with the backs of Dean’s shaking thighs. Cas paused before pulling out just as slowly. He could feel every thick inch, every bump and ridge of Cas’ cock as it left his body, his own body doing everything possible to pull him back in. He wanted to complain, to urge for faster or harder but he knew it wouldn’t help.
Cas was in a mood.
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- Part 7 of Writers Block Drabbles