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The other day, dreamlittleyo posted arts and a challenge. Drabbles ensued in the comments. I recommend you go and stroke the art and read them all, but mine are here.

Minor Spoilers for Hookman, 1:7. Rated older teen, 2x200 words. the second follows on from the first but is in a different style.

"Sam, I thought-" Dean sank to a pew, head in his hands. "That was too close."

"Dean, it's ok." Sam looked down at the hair lying damp against his brother's neck. "Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy. Just gimme a sec."

Sam knelt on the floor at Dean's feet, hands on Dean's knees, not speaking, just waiting for Dean to look up. When he did, he wouldn't meet Sam's eyes. "Do you like her?" he asked.

Sam was confused. "Like who?"

"Lori." Dean shot him a quick look.

She was a nice girl, a little fucked up, but Sam liked her well enough. He didn't think that was what Dean meant though. "Dean, look at me." Sam slid his hands inside Dean's shirt, feeling the damp cling of his tee against his skin. "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

Some of the tension bled out of Dean's face when Sam's thumb found his nipple. "Something you probably shouldn't be thinking in a church?"

Sam nodded. "I'm thinking about how pissed that hookman would be if I unbuttoned these jeans, and blew you right here in this pew."

"You could start by kissing me." Dean smiled.

Sam was more than happy to.
******

Apparently almost watching Sammy die in a church makes Dean a bit emo. Not that he'd tell anyone. It's just a headache, really, from being thrown into the wall all those times. And also being thrown down the stairs. Really he's not imagining Sam going off with what's-her-toes and making little normal babies together. And it's not killing him. At all. It's just a headache and he's gonna rub it a bit and it will go away.

...

Though, Sam rubbing, just there, like that? Is doing a pretty good job of making it go away too. His hands are just... No one should have hands that big. Cos his palm can, like, press there on... and his fingers can still edge just under Dean's shirt, and he must be even more of a girl than Dean thought, cos his fingers are so soft when they... and now he's actually undoing buttons and Dean was pretty sure he was kidding, because this is actually a church where people want to be worshiping and thinking about god Sam's mouth should be illegal, and this is definitely hammering the whole *sin* thing home. But it's too good and too late to stop.