Alpha (Sam/Dean) PG-13
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moit_ficsTitle: Alpha
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Summary: Sam and Dean find themselves in a . . . purry situation.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, crack, fluff
Warnings: Yaoi/Slash, implied incest, cat-boys
Word count: 814
Author's Note: This is dedicated toi_o_r_h_a_e_l because I fucked this up the first time and to zycroft because she puts me in the kind of mood it takes to write this kind of fic.
“This has got to be the weirdest thing that has ever happened to us,” Dean said, stroking of his furry ears incredulously.
“You think?” Sam asked. “Weirder than being possessed by demons?”
Dean stared at him. “Sammy. We’re been turned into half-cat . . . man . . . things—look, the point is that there’s no logical explanation for this. Demon possession I get. But what’s the point of making us furry?” Behind him, his tail twitched irritably.
Sam nodded, but his attention was focused on Dean’s tail. Unable to help himself, he reached out a hand and batted at it.
“Sammy, knock it off.”
Sam cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
“You’re supposed to be the serious one. So use that big ole brain of yours and figure out how to get us out of this mess.”
Sam leaned down and rubbed his cheekbone against Dean’s head.
Dean jerked away. “Cut it out! Dude, what is wrong with you?”
“I don’t know,” Sam said, reaching up to scratch one of his own furry ears.
“I think this curse affected your brain, too,” Dean said, eyeing him warily.
“You really don’t feel . . . different?”
“What? Other than the ears and tail?”
“No, strange-different. Like . . .”
“Like a cat?”
“Yes!”
“No.” Dean pursed his lips. “What? Do you suddenly have the urge to go dig in a sandbox just so you can take a piss?”
“No, I just . . .” Sam wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist and laid his cheek on his brother’s head again.
“Dude, come on,” Dean said, trying to shake Sam off. His furry ears flattened against his head and his tail twitched.
“Why are you so annoyed?” Sam asked, squeezing Dean tighter.
“Why are you so clingy, Sasquatch?”
“Just . . . hold still for a minute. Please?”
Dean sighed, but he stood still. “Sam?” he asked after a moment. “Are you . . . purring?”
“Mmm,” Sam replied noncommittally.
“You are!” Dean said, pushing Sam away with both hands. When he touched Sam’s chest, he could feel a resounding rumble.
“So?” Sam laid down on the hotel bed and stretched languidly. “Come have a nap with me.”
“I’m not tired. And we have work to do,” Dean groused, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Suit yourself,” Sam said. He curled up around Dean’s pillow with his tail looped over his thigh. He seemed to fall asleep almost instantly.
Dean stood at the foot of the bed, fuming. How dare he just fall asleep! They had a serious problem on their paws—hands! Sam couldn’t just go curling up into an adorable ball taking what looked to be a very satisfying nap.
Dean growled.
He flopped down onto the bed as obnoxiously as he could, but Sam didn’t move. Dean narrowed his eyes and wiggled closer until he was almost nose-to-nose with Sam.
“If you wanted to spoon, all you had to do was ask,” Sam said, cracking one eye open.
Dean hissed softly, but rolled over and backed up against his brother’s warm body.
“That’s better,” Sam said, wrapping an arm around Dean’s waist.
Dean hummed and realised that the purring wasn’t coming from Sam this time. He woke up sometime later with his nose twitching uncontrollably. Sam was still curled around him, purring steadily.
“Dude, do you smell that?”
“Mmm.” Sam nuzzled the back of Dean’s neck.
“It smells really good.” Dean lifted his head and saw a vase full of purple flowers. “Someone’s been in here,” he growled.
“Right now, I don’t really care,” Sam replied. He climbed over Dean and reached for the flowers. He put one stalk in his mouth and rubbed the other against his face.
“Sam what the hell are you—”
Sam thrust one of the stalks under Dean’s nose and Dean’s eyes slitted in pleasure. “Oh.”
“Mmm,” Sam said again. He crawled back over Dean and pulled his brother against him. Dean could hear him chewing on the flowers.
“This is friggin catnip,” Dean said, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance.
“Yeah,” Sam sighed. He buried his face in the warm skin at Dean’s neck and bit down. Hard.
“Dude! Ouch!”
“Hold still,” Sam growled, pinning Dean to the bed.
“Sammy,” Dean warned in the same growl. His ears flattened against his head, but Sam refused to let go. Dean gave a warning growl. With a hiss, he flipped Sam onto his back. “You forget that I’m still stronger than you.”
But instead of fighting back, Sam lifted his chin, baring his throat in a submissive gesture. Dean wanted to punish Sam for challenging him, but he looked so delicious like that, all Dean could do was lean down and lap at Sam’s throat.
Sam whimpered and started purring again.
Dean sat back on his haunches with a satisfied smirk. “Freaky cat situation or not, I’m still in charge.”
Author:
moitSummary: Sam and Dean find themselves in a . . . purry situation.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, crack, fluff
Warnings: Yaoi/Slash, implied incest, cat-boys
Word count: 814
Author's Note: This is dedicated to
i_o_r_h_a_e_l because I fucked this up the first time and to zycroft because she puts me in the kind of mood it takes to write this kind of fic.“This has got to be the weirdest thing that has ever happened to us,” Dean said, stroking of his furry ears incredulously.
“You think?” Sam asked. “Weirder than being possessed by demons?”
Dean stared at him. “Sammy. We’re been turned into half-cat . . . man . . . things—look, the point is that there’s no logical explanation for this. Demon possession I get. But what’s the point of making us furry?” Behind him, his tail twitched irritably.
Sam nodded, but his attention was focused on Dean’s tail. Unable to help himself, he reached out a hand and batted at it.
“Sammy, knock it off.”
Sam cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
“You’re supposed to be the serious one. So use that big ole brain of yours and figure out how to get us out of this mess.”
Sam leaned down and rubbed his cheekbone against Dean’s head.
Dean jerked away. “Cut it out! Dude, what is wrong with you?”
“I don’t know,” Sam said, reaching up to scratch one of his own furry ears.
“I think this curse affected your brain, too,” Dean said, eyeing him warily.
“You really don’t feel . . . different?”
“What? Other than the ears and tail?”
“No, strange-different. Like . . .”
“Like a cat?”
“Yes!”
“No.” Dean pursed his lips. “What? Do you suddenly have the urge to go dig in a sandbox just so you can take a piss?”
“No, I just . . .” Sam wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist and laid his cheek on his brother’s head again.
“Dude, come on,” Dean said, trying to shake Sam off. His furry ears flattened against his head and his tail twitched.
“Why are you so annoyed?” Sam asked, squeezing Dean tighter.
“Why are you so clingy, Sasquatch?”
“Just . . . hold still for a minute. Please?”
Dean sighed, but he stood still. “Sam?” he asked after a moment. “Are you . . . purring?”
“Mmm,” Sam replied noncommittally.
“You are!” Dean said, pushing Sam away with both hands. When he touched Sam’s chest, he could feel a resounding rumble.
“So?” Sam laid down on the hotel bed and stretched languidly. “Come have a nap with me.”
“I’m not tired. And we have work to do,” Dean groused, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Suit yourself,” Sam said. He curled up around Dean’s pillow with his tail looped over his thigh. He seemed to fall asleep almost instantly.
Dean stood at the foot of the bed, fuming. How dare he just fall asleep! They had a serious problem on their paws—hands! Sam couldn’t just go curling up into an adorable ball taking what looked to be a very satisfying nap.
Dean growled.
He flopped down onto the bed as obnoxiously as he could, but Sam didn’t move. Dean narrowed his eyes and wiggled closer until he was almost nose-to-nose with Sam.
“If you wanted to spoon, all you had to do was ask,” Sam said, cracking one eye open.
Dean hissed softly, but rolled over and backed up against his brother’s warm body.
“That’s better,” Sam said, wrapping an arm around Dean’s waist.
Dean hummed and realised that the purring wasn’t coming from Sam this time. He woke up sometime later with his nose twitching uncontrollably. Sam was still curled around him, purring steadily.
“Dude, do you smell that?”
“Mmm.” Sam nuzzled the back of Dean’s neck.
“It smells really good.” Dean lifted his head and saw a vase full of purple flowers. “Someone’s been in here,” he growled.
“Right now, I don’t really care,” Sam replied. He climbed over Dean and reached for the flowers. He put one stalk in his mouth and rubbed the other against his face.
“Sam what the hell are you—”
Sam thrust one of the stalks under Dean’s nose and Dean’s eyes slitted in pleasure. “Oh.”
“Mmm,” Sam said again. He crawled back over Dean and pulled his brother against him. Dean could hear him chewing on the flowers.
“This is friggin catnip,” Dean said, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance.
“Yeah,” Sam sighed. He buried his face in the warm skin at Dean’s neck and bit down. Hard.
“Dude! Ouch!”
“Hold still,” Sam growled, pinning Dean to the bed.
“Sammy,” Dean warned in the same growl. His ears flattened against his head, but Sam refused to let go. Dean gave a warning growl. With a hiss, he flipped Sam onto his back. “You forget that I’m still stronger than you.”
But instead of fighting back, Sam lifted his chin, baring his throat in a submissive gesture. Dean wanted to punish Sam for challenging him, but he looked so delicious like that, all Dean could do was lean down and lap at Sam’s throat.
Sam whimpered and started purring again.
Dean sat back on his haunches with a satisfied smirk. “Freaky cat situation or not, I’m still in charge.”
