[Making It All Better | Girl!Sam/Dean | U-Rated | 280words | 
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SPNFanFic: Making It All Better [Girl!Sam/Dean] - "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling."
Writings;
Writings in Progess
Fandoms
Masterlists;
Criminal Minds
Harry Potter
Inception
Leverage
Merlin
Sherlock
Suits
Supernatural
The Eagle
Torchwood
Whitechapel
White Collar
Series';
(500)days of Eames
{Inception/(500)days of Summer}
37 stitches
to keep the pain in
{Whitechapel}
A Question of Coffee
{Criminal Minds}
Anywhere Is
{torchwood}
East of the Sun;
West of the Moon
{torchwood/dr who}
Torchwood Ink
{torchwood/prison break}
Writings in Progess
Fandoms
Masterlists;
Criminal Minds
Harry Potter
Inception
Leverage
Merlin
Sherlock
Suits
Supernatural
The Eagle
Torchwood
Whitechapel
White Collar
Series';
(500)days of Eames
{Inception/(500)days of Summer}
37 stitches
to keep the pain in
{Whitechapel}
A Question of Coffee
{Criminal Minds}
Anywhere Is
{torchwood}
East of the Sun;
West of the Moon
{torchwood/dr who}
Torchwood Ink
{torchwood/prison break}
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Thank you! I've never contemplated girl!Sam (or girl!anyone in Supernatural if I'm honest), but I can definitely see the potential for it ;) heh.
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
I kinda like that you stopped there but I kinda don't at the same time.
You made me all confused now :S
You made me all confused now :S
::grins::
It's sort of like reading Girl!Ianto, isn't it? There's something so wrong but so right about it that you just can't help yourself! heh.
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Caspe
It's sort of like reading Girl!Ianto, isn't it? There's something so wrong but so right about it that you just can't help yourself! heh.
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Caspe
Oooo.
Girl!Sam/Girl!Ianto
:)
Girl!Sam/Girl!Ianto
:)
:O oh you so did not just prompt me that!
::is having very interesting imaginings::
::is having very interesting imaginings::
Yes I did :P
I'm imagining snarky one upman girlship :D
I'm imagining snarky one up
[ don't say I'm not good to you! XD ]
“If it's any consolation,” Ianto Jones says as he pulls his belt tighter around a suddenly trimmer waist, “it won't be forever.”
Sam Winchester turned the full force of his current glare on Ianto who shrugged and started fiddling with the coffee machine in the motel room.
“And how the hell would you know that?” Sam hissed through clenched teeth. Despite his hostility, Ianto could read the fear in his eyes as he hugged his arms awkwardly across his chest.
“It's happened to me before,” Ianto answered, pouring out two cups of coffee once the kettle had finished boiling.
Sam's face was a mixture of horror and curiosity. Ianto smiled wanly.
“It wasn't the most pleasant experience first time round either,” Ianto continued, handing over a mug to Sam who took it without question.
“How… how long did it last?” Sam asked, moving to sit on the bed; his mug cupped in his hands. Ianto sat beside him and slung an arm about Sam's slender shoulders.
“Long enough,” Ianto replied, dryly. Sam turned his head to look at him.
“How did you cope?” He asked.
“Not very well,” Ianto answered, and then he laughed, “That said, there was one upside to the whole sorry matter…” he lifted his coffee to his lips, his eyes a mischievous glint as he watched Sam carefully.
“Yeah?” Sam's gave him the same puppy-dog eyes Ianto's seen him use on his brother on more than one occasion and he smiled.
“Well…” Ianto began, leaning slowly forward. Sam remained still as a statue beside him, his eyes flickering over Ianto's face as he paused just inches away, “Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?”
Sam wet his lips, frowning slightly. “Wondered what what would be like?” He asked, a sudden husk to his voice. Ianto smiled at Sam's sudden coyness and moved in, his lips pressing softly to the gasp of Sam’s mouth. Sam didn’t pull away. Ianto kissed him gently, just lips and the faintest lick of tongue before pulling back with heavy-lidded eyes.
“What it would be like as a woman?” Ianto breathed, “To feel it how they do? To feel it multiple times?”
Sam’s face flushed with his understanding. “I… yes,” he whispered, his words tingling at Ianto’s lips. “Yes,” he repeated and Ianto’s smile turned to a smirk as he plucked Sam’s untouched coffee mug from his fingers and placed both their cups on the side table.
“Good,” Ianto purred, “now strip.”
“If it's any consolation,” Ianto Jones says as he pulls his belt tighter around a suddenly trimmer waist, “it won't be forever.”
Sam Winchester turned the full force of his current glare on Ianto who shrugged and started fiddling with the coffee machine in the motel room.
“And how the hell would you know that?” Sam hissed through clenched teeth. Despite his hostility, Ianto could read the fear in his eyes as he hugged his arms awkwardly across his chest.
“It's happened to me before,” Ianto answered, pouring out two cups of coffee once the kettle had finished boiling.
Sam's face was a mixture of horror and curiosity. Ianto smiled wanly.
“It wasn't the most pleasant experience first time round either,” Ianto continued, handing over a mug to Sam who took it without question.
“How… how long did it last?” Sam asked, moving to sit on the bed; his mug cupped in his hands. Ianto sat beside him and slung an arm about Sam's slender shoulders.
“Long enough,” Ianto replied, dryly. Sam turned his head to look at him.
“How did you cope?” He asked.
“Not very well,” Ianto answered, and then he laughed, “That said, there was one upside to the whole sorry matter…” he lifted his coffee to his lips, his eyes a mischievous glint as he watched Sam carefully.
“Yeah?” Sam's gave him the same puppy-dog eyes Ianto's seen him use on his brother on more than one occasion and he smiled.
“Well…” Ianto began, leaning slowly forward. Sam remained still as a statue beside him, his eyes flickering over Ianto's face as he paused just inches away, “Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?”
Sam wet his lips, frowning slightly. “Wondered what what would be like?” He asked, a sudden husk to his voice. Ianto smiled at Sam's sudden coyness and moved in, his lips pressing softly to the gasp of Sam’s mouth. Sam didn’t pull away. Ianto kissed him gently, just lips and the faintest lick of tongue before pulling back with heavy-lidded eyes.
“What it would be like as a woman?” Ianto breathed, “To feel it how they do? To feel it multiple times?”
Sam’s face flushed with his understanding. “I… yes,” he whispered, his words tingling at Ianto’s lips. “Yes,” he repeated and Ianto’s smile turned to a smirk as he plucked Sam’s untouched coffee mug from his fingers and placed both their cups on the side table.
“Good,” Ianto purred, “now strip.”
absinthefairy88 on March 26th, 2009 09:07 pm (UTC)Re: An Almost Perfect Solution | Girl!Sam/Girl!Ianto
You're always good to me XD
*hugs*
*hugs*
cs_whitewolf on March 26th, 2009 09:10 pm (UTC)Re: An Almost Perfect Solution | Girl!Sam/Girl!Ianto
Heh, I try!
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Whoop! Glad he- she?- worked for you ;)
Thanks for reading!
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Thanks for reading!
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
oh Girly Sam and DeanXD
Such a tease woman I think Sam would be a bit more adventurous as a woman than he is as a guyXD
Such a tease woman I think Sam would be a bit more adventurous as a woman than he is as a guyXD
::giggles::
I think he would be too ;) at least, after the initial shock of the whole thing of course! tehehe. And of course Dean would be more than willing to help him test-drive the new body!
Thanks, hun!
Caspe <33
I think he would be too ;) at least, after the initial shock of the whole thing of course! tehehe. And of course Dean would be more than willing to help him test-drive the new body!
Thanks, hun!
Caspe <33
"Not that bad!?" Sam's high-pitched whine rang through his ears a moment before the door was wrenched open and Sam stood before him in all his naked- and very female- glory. "In what way is this not that bad, Dean?!"
Dean opened his mouth to reassure his brother that the curse was only temporary, that (even though he hated to admit it) Ruby would be back in a couple of hours with the cure needed to return him to his natural form, that he should just chill out, have some beer, and pretend like he's not sporting some mighty fine girly bits.
Except, Dean found he couldn't form words at all as his eyes roamed their way over Sam's new body with it's killer legs and huge rack and he found himself whimpering instead.
"Dean?" Sam asked, stepping forward, his gaze unreadable.
"Yeah?" Dean croaked back, trying so hard to meet Sam's gaze and not the breasts bouncing before his eyes as Sam took another step towards him.
"You sure we're gonna get me fixed up?" He asked, cocking his head, "you gonna make it all better for me?"
"Oh yeah," Dean nodded his head, gaze flickering to Sam's face in time to see his brother smile for the first time since being hit with the witchy mojo.
"Then what say you and me take this body out for a test drive?" He purred, wrapping his arms about Dean's shoulders and pressing all six-plus inches of himself against Dean's body.
"Oh sweet Jesus," Dean breathed, before Sam's mouth claimed his own.
fin.