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Thank you! And bday smut!
Jun. 20th, 2007 07:19 pmPosting on the fly, on my way out to dinner. I just wanted to say a quick thank you to all the wonderful people who have wished me happy birthday. I will respond personally when I get a chance. I also wanted to get in some bday smut! *g*
Title: Come on, baby, let me know
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Note: I was in the mood to write something dirty, and the lovely folks on my friendslist helped me out with suggestions, and I'm going to write as many of them as I can in a smutty celebration of my birthday next week. Last year, people wrote me stories. I figure this year it's my turn!
Summary: They don't just have to pretend to be gay. They have to be the gayest! This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
linaerys and it's dedicated to everyone on my flist who is celebrating today. Happy birthday, my fellow June 20th babies!
( It really shouldn't have been this hard to track a demon that left a stink like rotten eggs wherever it went--not one or two eggs either, more like an overheated warehouse full of them. This was Dean's sour line of thinking as they entered the fifth hour of their oh-so futile search... )
Title: Come on, baby, let me know
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Note: I was in the mood to write something dirty, and the lovely folks on my friendslist helped me out with suggestions, and I'm going to write as many of them as I can in a smutty celebration of my birthday next week. Last year, people wrote me stories. I figure this year it's my turn!
Summary: They don't just have to pretend to be gay. They have to be the gayest! This was written for
linaerys and it's dedicated to everyone on my flist who is celebrating today. Happy birthday, my fellow June 20th babies! ( It really shouldn't have been this hard to track a demon that left a stink like rotten eggs wherever it went--not one or two eggs either, more like an overheated warehouse full of them. This was Dean's sour line of thinking as they entered the fifth hour of their oh-so futile search... )