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[MAL] Uma Thurman quote
Nov. 5th, 2009 07:06 pm[Set in Warm Gun. Sam is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
likely_evil and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Sam and Dean future!fic with the prompt “bikini.” Alec is smart_alec494 and also used with permission and lots of additional love. I have no idea how this happened.]
“Boredom is a great motivator.”
Dean loved bikini season.
It was one of the few reasons why he actually entertained setting foot in Palm Beach. The area really didn’t go with his wardrobe, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that there were half-naked women walking around, he probably would have passed up the unexplained events and headed for something a little more comfortable. Dean had always been a leg guy. He couldn’t help it.
It was one of those fantastic sets of legs that he had managed to get a number out of and a promise to drop by before he skipped out of town that had his attention when he collapsed into bed the night before, and he had intended to get at least a few good hours before he had to get back to the job, but it wasn’t long before Sam was shaking him awake, sounding almost a little alarmed.
“Dean! Dean, wake up!”
Dean groaned slightly, pulling the pillow over his head before rolling away from his brother. “What is it, Sammy?”
“A kitten!”
( *** )
1157 words
likely_evil and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Sam and Dean future!fic with the prompt “bikini.” Alec is smart_alec494 and also used with permission and lots of additional love. I have no idea how this happened.]“Boredom is a great motivator.”
Dean loved bikini season.
It was one of the few reasons why he actually entertained setting foot in Palm Beach. The area really didn’t go with his wardrobe, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that there were half-naked women walking around, he probably would have passed up the unexplained events and headed for something a little more comfortable. Dean had always been a leg guy. He couldn’t help it.
It was one of those fantastic sets of legs that he had managed to get a number out of and a promise to drop by before he skipped out of town that had his attention when he collapsed into bed the night before, and he had intended to get at least a few good hours before he had to get back to the job, but it wasn’t long before Sam was shaking him awake, sounding almost a little alarmed.
“Dean! Dean, wake up!”
Dean groaned slightly, pulling the pillow over his head before rolling away from his brother. “What is it, Sammy?”
“A kitten!”
( *** )
1157 words
