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fic: pulled pork (spn)
Nov. 14th, 2010 07:10 pmNote to self: The next time a hot Ukrainian guy hits on you, don't automatically respond with, "I'm studying to go into a nunnery." Especially when dressed that day like the rejected fourth witch-sister from Hocus Pocus and having been single for a while. OPPORTUNITY: LOST.
Pulled Pork
Sam/Dean. Hard R for sexuality, language. ~790 words.
CRACK, TWT, AND THE PORNIEST THING I'VE WRITTEN which really isn't saying much but oh god. I'm so sorry. Also, BACON LUBE = KINDA LIKE BACON BITS ONLY NOT REALLY, and Obama sex-dolls will never get old.
( When Dean stomped into the motel room, Sam barely had time to close his laptop before he heard, “Catch, bitch,” and nearly got brained by a small flying object. )
I WILL HIDE MY FACE IN SHAME.
Pulled Pork
Sam/Dean. Hard R for sexuality, language. ~790 words.
CRACK, TWT, AND THE PORNIEST THING I'VE WRITTEN which really isn't saying much but oh god. I'm so sorry. Also, BACON LUBE = KINDA LIKE BACON BITS ONLY NOT REALLY, and Obama sex-dolls will never get old.
( When Dean stomped into the motel room, Sam barely had time to close his laptop before he heard, “Catch, bitch,” and nearly got brained by a small flying object. )
I WILL HIDE MY FACE IN SHAME.
