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trashwarden · 2 years
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wen kexing for june
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mayaflowerxs · 3 years
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Hello! I just want to say that I really like your writing! can you write nsfw alphabet with jeno, please? 🥺
NSFW Alphabet w/ Jeno
Warning: SMUTTY
A/N: THANK U SM! This one is for you enjoy ! :)
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Aftercare:
There wouldn’t be much aftercare other than him asking you if he was a little too rough on you. He would be very soft on you, that inner dom of his gone as he’s at your aid for anything.
Body part:
He loves your hips. He practically has the world in his hands and that’s you. He also loves pinning you and it drives him crazy how much power he has over you pinned down underneath him. He also loves sucking hickies on them, it’s a great view for him to see when he has his hands on them. And not only does he love them when having sex he also loves them because he can easily pull you near him at any time. It comforts him when he wraps his arms around your waist.
Cum:
He loves coming all over your face, it’s absolutely glorious for him. Like a painting so valuable you can’t even put a price on it. He especially loves kissing you while his liquids is on your face, absolutely loses it when you lick some it off (if you’re into that)
Dirty Secret:
Consensual somnophilia is the best kind of sex for him. He loves how cute and innocent you look being woken up by his cock ramming you deeply. Lots of times he’ll try to keep himself from having sex with you because he tries to wait until you fall asleep. He won’t tell you out loud he likes it because he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird so he tries not to do it too often which is a bit of a bummer for him.
Experience:
He’s experienced all right. A gorgeous man like that and he hasn’t slept with two or three girls maybe more? Can’t be. He doesn’t care that everyone knows how many people he slept with even if he wasn’t dating them but if you did the same I can see him a bit competitive. Each time a man comes up to you, the reminder of you being with other guys before him ticks him off. So when you two get in bed, he makes it his goal to make you feel a lot more satisfied. To prove to himself only he can make you feel so good and no one else.
Favorite Position:
Missionary. He absolutely loves seeing you so vulnerable underneath him. Like I said, he loves pinning you and grabbing my your waist so missionary definitely is the go to position. He also loves it when he pulls your leg over his shoulder UGH, his stupid smirk forming on his face once he hits a new spot that makes you wild, ego bar raised.
Goofy:
He’s not goofy at all when it comes to sex. Even when stuff leads up to it he isn’t goofy. He also isn’t serious also. He’s kinda, dommy I guess? He knows what he wants and it’s going to happen. And if he’s angry… oh boy be prepared. He won’t even let you talk and use you like a rag doll.
Hair:
He’s in the middle. It isn’t completely bare but also isn’t a bush you know?
Intimacy:
He’s not sensual during the sex. He likes it rough for sure and he’s a pretty kinky man. You know the intimacy is raised to the maximum when he’s having a very hard time. For a man like him who likes things to be rough, when he’s stressed he actually doesn’t go rough on you. Instead he prefers to have you be on top and remind him how much love he has then repays you.
Jerk off:
He does it quite often. When he has to stay at the dorm, he’ll lock himself in his room and get off with the thought of you doing dirty things to him. He hates it when he can’t spent time with you, so he results to touching himself. Not even just when he misses you. He’ll get the random crave of touching you but since he can’t come over to fuck you in your bed, he results to masturbating somewhere near and private. After he’s done with whatever he had going on that day, he’ll visit you and finish off the rest of his urges out on you.
Kink:
Somnophilia, exhibitionism are his go two. He might have others but they aren’t as much of a strong liking for it to be considered a kink of his. He loves fucking you in places where it is absolutely not for sexual intercourse. He can’t help it, your just to hot to not fuck and doing it in public? Oh yesss.
Location:
This boy usually fucks you at your house. But if he had a location where he wishes to fuck you in every single time you two have sex is by the park in the car. You guys have done it numerous of times and he has had the best orgasms every single time. He just loves having car sex and not just car sex, it has to be near a park.
Motivation:
You’re literally so damn fine he gets horny by the mere thought of you sucking him off. If you’re with him you could literally be using short shorts and his oversized shirt and he already has your shorts and panties by your ankles.
No:
Does not do threesomes and pegging. He’s very possessive of you. Not too much but enough to where you know this man does not share at all. If you’re screaming it’s because he’s fucking you so good not because another man is doing so. Your his and his only.
Oral:
Fucking LOVES oral. He loves how cute you look as your eyes stare directly into his as you have your pretty lips wrapped around his oozing tip. Makes him want to fuck your mouth all day. He also loves how squirmy you get when he starts eating you out so good. He knows how to use his mouth and any time you try to push his head away from your sore cunt he pins your hands down and only goes wilder on your pussy. Adding another orgasm for being a bad girl.
Pace:
Mf is fast and rough. He loves how fast he’s fucking you to the point the slapping sounds start to increase in volume. Not only that, your moans also get louder. Small bruising starts forming from how hard he’s gripping your waist.
Quickies:
He likes quickies if he’s really horny but most times he likes taking his time with you. He loves to overstimulate you so he definitely is going to take his sweet time taking good care of you.
Risk:
Oh my god this boy is all for it. The risk of getting caught is his adrenaline to continue pounding you harder and harder. The idea of getting caught makes him feel alive and he honestly wouldn’t care if he got caught. The most riskiest thing you guys have done is fucked on a hill, anybody could’ve found you guys but he couldn’t care at all. Poor you, he had you go on for 5 rounds and fingered you. By the time you two were done and got dressed you guys started going down the hill when a family was barely making it up. You were relieved they didn’t arrive sooner but Jeno was low key bummed you guys didn’t get caught. Quickly getting over it once he saw the family had a younger kid with them. Definitely glad they weren’t caught, the kid was too young to be asking questions.
Stamina:
This boy can last for a WHILE. If you two have a place to be and can only do at least two rounds he still has a lot more he needs to release. He might seem completely fine from the outside but once you guys are home there he goes pounding you from behind, tight grip on your hips as he plunged into you until you were begging for him no more.
Toys:
He’s all for toys. He only uses devices to edge you on but once your close to climaxing, he turns it off and replaces it by using himself to fuck you your climax.
Unfair:
He loves teasing so damn much. He loves how desperate you get every time he denies you release. But as soon as you do it to him you better pray he goes easy on you because if not, you two will go all night.
Volume:
He’s a groaner. He loves hearing you scream his name as your 4th orgasm has you close to tears. Anytime he feels overly pleased he’ll bite your neck and suck hickies on them. Gripping your hair when he’s coming. Continuously groaning, filling you up to the brim.
Wildcard: Once he really needed to have you bent over a table to fuck your because of much of a brat you were being. Since the boys were with you at a restaurant, he instead fingered you throughout the entire dinner. Somehow the boys never realized Jeno wasn’t using an arm, well al except Jisung. And when you begged Jeno to retracted his arm, he took you to the bathroom and fucked you in there. Yeah the boys never let that go.
X-ray: I see him to be at least 7 inches, nice girth but isn’t that thick but enough to completely fuck you dumb.
Yearning: HE’S ALWAYS HORNY! Idk how he does it to keep himself cool in front of others but if you’re in arms reach you’re in for a wild ride because he will not get off you until every last drop of energy of him is completely sucked out of him.
Zzz:
He doesn’t sleep right away unless he went literally crazy on you. If it was one of those times where you do kinda had to cut down the rounds he wouldn’t be tired but rather wide awake and ready to go on with the day. But if he has your legs wrapped around him as he fucks you orgasm after orgasm then he most likely will fall on the bed besides you, knock out in seconds.
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danhoemei · 2 years
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Some time ago I felt like doing something for someone so I messaged the last person who followed me to ask for any writing requests lmao. I’m happy it was you, @panem-et-circenses89, thank you for you patience and open-mindedness 💚 You gave me inspiration with mentioning the weather getting colder ;D 
This is set in my reincarnation au in which wenzhou reincarnated until it’s the modern world. The only context you need for this part is that wkx remembered their past lives and found zzs, while zzs hasn’t and is just trying to live his life.
[cw: one small paragraph which describes something that may look like an assault or robbery, but isn’t]
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Zhou Zishu pulled out his phone to check the hour. It was getting late, and with the sun gone for at least a few hours – it was also getting cold. Unusually strong, chilly wind blew incessantly, forcing people all around to search for covers or wobble against its force, leaving only a few of the unlucky ones standing still while waiting for their rides.
Zhou Zishu scrolled through his bus’s schedule, eyes glued to the shining screen which illuminated his face and the subtle steam coming out of his mouth, while fumbling with his jacket until his fingertips closed around the zipper and pulled it up almost to his chin. Another gust of wind ruffled his messy hair and made him shiver before he retracted his head even more between his shoulders.
Suddenly, a dark shadow fell down right in front of his face and loosely wrapped around his neck. His free hand instantly shot up to grab the rope while the other tightened around his phone and lowered in preparation to elbow the attacker. He took half a step back, bumping into a solid tall object, and twisted his body to the side to make way for his merciless elbow.
There was a short sound of air escaping someone’s lungs in a painful groan, which still didn't stop the attacker from wrapping his arms around Zhou Zishu to keep him in place.
"It's me, Ah-Xu, calm down!"
Still pumped with adrenaline, Zhou Zishu almost short-circuited upon hearing the familiar voice which flipped his inner switch from “danger” to “fine”. Without moving, he looked down at the soft material which got thrown around his neck, now clutched tightly in his hand, and noticed that the rope was actually a deep blue scarf.
He turned around like lightning, throwing off the grabby hands and taking a step back from Wen Kexing.
“Do you want to be punched that bad?!” he yelled.
Instantly, he remembered where he was. His eyes darted to the sides, briefly locking gazes with passersby who quickly turned as if they noticed something very interesting just behind them or on the sidewalk.
He took a deep breath in to calm down his heart and shifted his angered stare back to the offender.
Wen Kexing’s face bore a smile, his hands hovering up in the air in an apologetic gesture.
“Sorry, Ah-Xu, I didn’t know this would scare you so much.”
“Then what did you expect? Assaulting someone out of the blue, making it seem as if you were about to strangle them?” Zhou Zishu snarled in response.
There was a second-long pause during which Wen Kexing’s eyes fogged over, as if he briefly went somewhere else in his mind. The sight which Zhou Zishu had seen many times but never could tap into, considering how sudden and short these instances were and that the man always quickly deflected. Exactly like now.
“Haha, my bad, my bad,” Wen Kexing laughed and put his hands back into his pockets. “I’ll keep in mind that your sixth sense is still lacking.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
Gradually relaxing, he decided to ignore Wen Kexing’s nonsense and glanced at his phone again.
“Shouldn’t you ask what I’m doing here?” the other man chattered while slowly scooting over to Zhou Zishu.
“I don’t care,” he answered in an impassive voice, groaning mentally when he noticed that his bus had driven away during the commotion.
“I was just accidentally passing by and saw your poor silhouette shivering in the cold, I couldn’t have possibly ignored a beauty in need, could’ve I?” the velvety tone continued uninvited, sounding even closer than before. “And so I thought of warming you up.”
Zhou Zishu finally lifted his head and looked at the flirty grin and a wink of the other man with the utmost unimpressed expression. He held the gaze in silence for a moment before his eyes shifted slightly down to the uncovered neck which looked almost out of place. Something probed him to look down at the scarf, still mindlessly held in his hand, and his mind connected the dots.
He shoved the scarf back to Wen Kexing.
“It’s yours.”
“Take it,” his hand got gently pushed back.
“I don’t need it.”
Another strong gust of wind blew directly at them, and he involuntarily retracted back into himself, trying to keep as much warmth as possible. His fingers instinctively tightened around the soft material, feeling so pleasantly warm that just a thought of losing it made goosebumps spread over his skin again. He glanced at the elegant coat of the other man, comparing it to his worn-out leather jacket, and considered how ridiculous he would look with the elegant scarf wrapped around it.
Ah, whatever. He threw the scarf around his neck and fastened it tightly, his body almost singing at the additional barrier keeping the cold away. A familiar fragrance of coffee and chocolate filled his nostrils.
“…Thanks.”
“No need!” Wen Kexing smiled widely, not even attempting to tone down his obvious satisfaction.
Zhou Zishu’s narrowed eyes regarded him once again.
“What about you?”
The man waved his hand dismissively.
“It’s fine, I’m quite resistant to cold weather.”
Zhou Zishu looked at the man standing in front of him in the middle of the windy street, hunched people rushing past them to their destinations while this person stood casually as if there wasn’t even a small inconvenience for him. Something about this man felt not entirely right but Zhou Zishu could never put his finger on it, and apparently now was not the time for his breakthrough.
He shoved his phone into his pocket and took a step to the side.
“Well then, I’ll be going.”
“Wait.”
His arm was grabbed, stopping him in his tracks, and he turned back around.
“Do you want a lift? Your bus ran away.”
Truly shameless. Thoroughly sly.
“I’m good, I’ll just walk on my feet.”
“Your home must be far away though, isn’t it? Walking in this awful weather won’t be good for your health. At least let me call a cab for you, as an apology,” and if you don’t want me to know where you live, was an unspoken but obvious part.
You probably already know my address anyway, you stalker, thought Zhou Zishu.
“Okay.”
“Okay to which part?” the man’s eyes brightened.
“It’s your fault. You drive.”
“Sure!” he exclaimed and tagged Zhou Zishu’s arm in the opposite direction.
Zhou Zishu tore his arm away but followed the energetic man until they approached an exclusively looking car in a color of dark red, so deep that it was almost black. The lights blinked and Wen Kexing opened the door on the passenger’s side.
“After you.”
Giving him a side-glance, Zhou Zishu got inside and fastened his seatbelt, noting how the car was still quite warm and couldn’t have stood there for long.
“Where to?”
“Why do you even ask.”
A small chuckle escaped the other man as he turned the engine on. Zhou Zishu propped his arm under the window, wondering what he had done in his previous life to get such a troublesome karma in this one. As he absently looked out, he felt his tight muscles gradually relax with each bit of warmth slowly seeping through his clothes. The passing city lights morphed into colorful streaks, a low off-key hum of Wen Kexing trying to follow the melody playing from the radio filled the silence. The ride started almost lulling him.
It felt like just minutes before they arrived at the destination and parked under his apartment. Zhou Zishu exited the car, turned to the man sitting inside and watching him with a content smile, and he paused for a moment with his hand on the door. He considered pros and cons, seeing a chance to interrogate the man in a safe environment and on his own terms, but at the same time feeling as if he was about to make a deal with the devil.
He sighed.
“Do you want to come in?”
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coldlittlecuties · 3 years
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Kidnapped
First Post! Let's see how this goes....
Becky kidnaps Sam and Dean: Sam to try and make him fall in love with her by using a cliché fanfiction trope, and Dean to make sure he stays out of the way.
Word Count: 3704
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The first thing Sam noticed as he woke was that it was cold. Very cold. He heard his teeth rattle and felt his body quiver moments before he finally opened his eyes. He scanned the dark room for any sign of his brother. Sam could see a few barred, hole-in-the-wall windows near the ceiling that let in some moonlight and some falling snow from outside. That was when he noticed he was directly under one of those snow showers.
He was too cold to move much, but he was able to curl into himself. That's when Sam heard the chains clinking around him. The younger Winchester shuddered brutally as the icy metal hit his skin. He moved his hands under his armpits, hissing as more of him touched the chains. Sam groaned at the realization that everything but his boxers had been removed. Awesome.
"D-DDD-D-D-D'nnnnnn?" He mumbled. No response. The hunter let out a very shaky "brrr" when a gust of wind pushed more snow onto him. It was piled up all around and on him in little mountains, some of it melting then freezing back on him to create icicles. A door somewhere to his left opened just before he could call out again. Sam prepared to fight.
"Sammy?" a female voice called. Sam looked over as a small figure, completely bundled up in winter gear approached him.
"B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Be-eck-k-k-ky-y?" he chattered. The fangirl crouched in front of her idol, placing a gloved hand on his trembling jaw.
"Aww... Poor thing, you're frozen! C'mere: let's get you warm," Becky cooed, wiping the snow and ice off of the shivering hunter. Sam couldn't help but lean into her warm touch, even unwrapping his hands to hold zir arm. Becky beamed as she ran her other hand through his hair to clean out the frozen water. Once she was satisfied with it, she put her warm hat on his head, then wrapped her scarf around his neck, unfolding it to cover his shoulders too.
Becky gently uncurled the hunter's frostbitten fingers from her arm, kissing the knuckles on both hands before setting them in her lap. Sam's hazel eyes peeked out from behind the scarf to watch her pick his chains with a pin.
"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whe-ere's*huh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh* DDD-D-D-DD-D'n-n-n-n?" Sam pleaded.
"He's safe, honey. Don't worry," Becky assured. Sam's arms curled around himself and tucked under his armpits once the chains were off. "He's staying at a motel until the roads are cleared for driving. Until then, you're gonna stay with me and I'm gonna take care of you."
Now that the chains around his ankles were gone, Becky wrapped her arms around Sam to help him stand. His numb feet and shaking legs forced him to lean on her for support. Becky murmured soothing encouragements every time Sam took a step. Together, they ascended the stairs from the basement into the main room of the house. It was much warmer compared to the concrete wind-chilled cellar he was in, but just as dark.
"Stay right here while I go find some warm clothes," Becky instructed, setting him down on a couch in the living room. Sam actually whimpered as her heat moved away. He somehow managed to shudder even harder now that it was gone. Something soft wrapped around his shoulders. He weakly clung to the edges, trying to pull it tighter around his quivering frame. By the time his sluggish brain realized it was a blanket, another was draped across his legs.
Sam curled his knees up to his chest so he could overlap the blankets more. He then tried to blow on his hands to chase away the numbness. The little breath he could force through the scarf was weakened further by how much he chattered. Sam let out another whimper as a particularly strong wave of cold wracked his bones. All he could do was hug himself until it stopped. Thankfully, that was when Becky finally returned.
"How are you doing, Sammy?" she checked, sitting beside him on the couch. The fangirl wrapped her arms around the hunter and he instinctively huddled against her.
"S-SS-S-S-So-SSo-So-o-o-o c-c-cccco-co-old-dd," he forced out. Becky rubbed his back and shoulders, being very careful not to move the blankets too much.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm here," she soothed. It took a few minutes of coaxing to get Sam to uncurl his arms long enough for her to dress him in the thick and heavy down parka. He refused to take the blanket off, so he put his arms through the sleeves with the blanket tied around his shoulders like a cape. Becky pulled his hood up, then adjusted the hat and scarf so only his eyes peeked out. Then, she let him lean on her as she helped him into the sweatpants she found. Finally, Becky put socks and tennis shoes on his feet.
She couldn't stop herself from taking a moment to admire the scene in front of her. Her favorite character seemed so small and helpless as he sat there, all huddled up in the warm winter gear, shaking so furiously that she could still see his shoulders and arms quake. He kept making these little shivery whimpers and mumbling about the cold. This time, the only person who could help him was Becky. Not Dean, Becky.
"Okay, honey pie, we're gonna go a few blocks down to my place, sound good? Just lean on me and take it one step at a time!" She encouraged, helping Sam to his feet. Things were going well until Becky opened the front door. The rush of cold air and snow made Sam tremble so hard he fell over.
"Sammy!" Becky exclaimed, rushing to him.
"T-T-TT-T-T-To-o-o cc-ccc-co-o-o-old-d-d...," he protested, curling into himself and vigorously rubbing his arms.
"I know, baby, I know," Becky sighed. His rescuer quickly reached over to the other blanket, wrapping it around his upper arms so it could cover his legs too. Becky finally got him up and walking again. She didn't bother to close the door as they left. She was too focused on keeping Sam as warm as possible while they walked down the sidewalk.
Despite Becky's best efforts, he shivered and chattered unendingly. Each gust of wind nearly made Sam collapse into a trembling ball in the snow. He was so cold that every inch of him ached or was too numb to feel it. The young hunter wished his brother was with him. Dean, like all Winchesters, ran hot like a fire. He was also strong enough to carry his baby brother if need be.
"D-DDD-D-De-De-ean-n*nnn*...," Sam cried.
"It's okay, honey. Dean's going to come later when the roads are safe," Becky assured.
"... wwwwwa-an'm-mm-m'b-b-bbb-bb- *brrrr* -o-o-oth-thth-ther*rrrr*...."
"Shh.... You'll see him soon. I'll get you warm just as soon as we make it to that house over there," Becky promised. Sam didn't seem to hear her. He kept trying to call out for his big brother. Although, in his weakened state, the cries were more like quite pleas.
Becky and Sam arrived at her house after a few more minutes that seemed like hours. The walk didn't help Sam warm up at all; it just made him feel even colder. The hunter was shaking so hard that Becky had to rest him between herself and the wall while she unlocked the door.
Sam didn't wait for Becky to guide him in. He was so frozen that he'd nearly forgotten what it felt like to be warm. He unceremoniously fell across the doorway. The younger Winchester didn't bother trying to move. He just folded himself into the tightest ball he could make and allowed full body shivers to consume him.
He was so focused on the cold that he barely noticed when he was pulled into Becky's lap. She let his head rest on her shoulder while she unzipped his coat. Then, she pulled her idol close, wrapping her arms around him and resting her cheek on his head. Sam gravitated towards the warmth, and even burried his arms in the back of her sweater.
"How are you, my dearest?" Becky checked.
"FFF*FFFFFFF*-F-Fro-oz-zz-z-zen *bbb*bu-bbu'b-*bbbbb*-be-ett-t-t-terrrr...," Sam sighed. Becky massaged his back and shoulders as the violent shudders made him whimper in pain. The hunter relaxed into the touch, almost purring as his shaking began to slow.
"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo-ou're ss-*sss*-s-so-o ww-wwa-warm-mmm *huh-uh-uh*," he commented while trying to bury himself deeper into his rescuer's warmth. Becky giggled, nuzzling his hair and planting a few lingering kisses.
"You're so cute, Sammy!" She cooed as the tall man kept trying to cuddle closer to her smaller frame.
"*SSSSS*-So-Sorry.... m'c-cc-co-old-dd...," he stammered. Becky giggled again.
"Do you wanna stay here or go to the guest bedroom upstairs?" She offered.
"BB-BBB-Be-Be-ed-d-d...," he requested. Becky gently helped Sam get to his feet. Even though the stairs seemed daunting, it was much easier than expected because Sam could hold onto the rail and Becky. Once they made it to the guest room, Becky lead him over to the desk chair. She quickly peeled back the covers on the bed before helping Sam over. She took off his shoes and parka before tucking him in.
"*thththth*-Tha-Thank yy-y-yo-ou...," Sam smiled. Becky nodded as she smoothed the covers over his quivering form. Despite the fact that the blankets were only a thin sheet and light blanket, Sam burrowed under them gratefully.
"Just lay here and focus on getting warm while I make you something hot," Becky insisted, tucking another throw blanket over the hunter. Once he seemed content, the fangirl made her way downstairs and into the backyard. She opened the shed door to smirk at the shackled man in front of her. Though he was fully dressed, his shirt and flannel offered little protection from the cold.
Becky watched the hunter with great interest. Unlike Sam, he kept pacing back and forth with the little room the chains permitted. His jaw clenched to stop his teeth jittering, but there was an obvious quake in his shoulders. No amount of blowing into his hands or rubbing his arms made a difference. Finally, he noticed Becky's presence.
"Wh-Wh-Wher-r-re's *SSSSS*-Sa-ammm?" He demanded, stepping forward despite his limbs being pulled behind him.
"Now, now, Deanie: Sammy's just fine. He's a little chilly, but I know just how to get him warm," Becky taunted.
"D-DD-D-Do-on't *tttt*-to-ouch 'immmm!" Dean threatened, struggling to reach her.
"Oh, please! What're you gonna do; turn into an ice sculpture?"
"I-II'll k-k-k-ki-ill y-*yyy*-yo-ou."
"You tell yourself whatever you need to keep warm. I'd love to stay and chat, but Sammy needs me," Becky sang. Dean muttered something that sounded like "bitch" as she skipped away.
Now that she didn't have to go out again, she removed her winter gear. She kept on her leggings and low cut midriff shirt as she began to boil water for a hot drink. Becky was startled by a loud *THUMP* upstairs. Abandoning the hot tea, she sprinted up to check on Sam. She skidded to a stop in the doorway to find the young hunter kneeling on the hardwood floor and trying to burrow under the blanket still around his shoulders.
"Sammy, what are you doing out of bed? I told you I'd bring you something soon," she chided, sitting beside her idol. Sam didn't respond. He stayed huddled in a ball, keeping his blanketed arms crossed over his otherwise bare chest. Becky realized his teeth were chattering too hard to get a word out. She was surprised they hadn't chipped yet!
"*huh-uh-uhhuh-uh-uh-uh*ppp-pa-pa-pa-pa-*ppppp*-pa-pa-pa *ngh!-huh-uh*...." After struggling for nearly a minute, Sam finally drew a trembling hand out from his cocoon to point at what he was trying to reach.
"Oh! You want the parka?" Sam nodded.
"Sorry, sweetie, but the parka's too thick. You aren't producing enough body heat to warm it up, so it would just make you colder. That's why your blankets are so thin: so the outside heat can warm you up," Becky explained. Her reasoning was little comfort to the hunter.
"Come, on! Back to bed," she grinned, moving to help him up. This time, Sam actually moved away from her.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Sam gave her his best puppy eyes which were even more effective with how much he was shaking and shivering. Becky felt her heart melt at the sight. She helped him onto the bed before enveloping him in a tight hug, snaking her arms under the blanket so she could feel his back. Sam melted into the hug. He was almost purring as Becky's heat helped his trembling slow. The hunter nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder, burrying his face in her hair, breathing in the smell of sweet coconut shampoo.
He was so sore from the shivering and so tired from his freezing experience that he began to drift off. It didn't matter that he was still quaking; all he could think about was that he was finally getting warm. Becky rested her head on his, gently rocking them from side to side. Sam closed his eyes and allowed the delicious warmth to lull him to sleep.
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His hands were numb. His feet were numb. Hell, even his face was numb. The rest of his body burned painfully in the frigid night air. Dean shook uncontrollably as he continued to fight against his shackles. He'd been kicking and pulling and thrashing ever since he gained consciousness. But the wood was young and refused to give easily.
With one last powerful tug, Dean broke through the beam that held him captive. He maneuvered the chain around his ankles over the broken wood before retrieving the key left just out of reach to taunt him. Dean had to blow into his hands and rub them together for a few minutes. Once the tingling sensation began to revive his feeling, he unlocked himself. He hissed slightly when he saw where the chains dug into his skin, and even created some freeze burns.
But that wasn't important. What was important - or rather, who was important - was Sammy. Dean didn't notice how the snow slithered into his boots as he trudged up to the house. His only concern was his baby brother. Becky hadn't bothered to lock the door after she went in, which saved Dean the trouble of kicking it down.
The house was quiet. Too quiet. The only sounds the older hunter could hear were his chattering teeth and stuttered breathing. Looking to his left, he found a tea kettle on the lit stove; he turned it off, hoping to remain undiscovered until he got Sam warm and safe. He could make Becky pay later. Dean held his numb hands up to where the fire had been so he could defrost his hands completely. Then, he began to search the house for his brother.
The bottom floor was an open floor plan with a bathroom and den to the right. Sam must be upstairs. Dean bit his tounge while he walked up to snuff out the sound of his chattering teeth. Even though he could easily take out Becky, he didn't want to push her to hurt Sam.
Dean walked down the hall, peering around the corner and into each room before moving on. As he stood in front of the last door, he heard muffled whimpering and tiny cries of pain.
Sammy.
Without a second thought, Dean stormed into the room. He was met with a very surprised Becky who had Sam curled up to her like an infant. Dean ripped her away from his brother so harshly that she flew off the bed. Sam let out a mewling cry at the loss of heat, but it was quickly replaced by joy.
Dean was here!
"DDD-DD-D-D-De-De-," Sam tried. Dean was sitting on the bed in front of him with his hands on his soulders.
"S-SS-Sam-m-m-my...," Dean replied, pulling his baby brother close to his chest. Even when he too was freezing, Dean radiated warmth. Sam wrapped his limbs around his brother, cocooning them in the blankets. The older hunter hefted him up with one arm, using the other to grab the parka on the chair.
Becky took advantage of his occupied state. She ran out of the room, closing and locking the door. As an added precaution, she jammed the dresser from the second guest room between the walls and in front of that locked door. No way they were getting out.
But Dean hadn't planned on using the door. He was going to carry his brother out through the window on his back. Now that Becky was gone, Dean could take more time to make sure his brother would stay as warm as possible for the trek back to the Impala. He set Sam down on the bed to bundle him into the parka. He added gloves, a scarf, hat, and the sneakers as well. The task was nearly impossible with how much they were both shaking, but as always, they managed.
"Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha-a-a 'b-b-bb-b-bou *yyyyyy*-y-," Sam asked.
"Y-Y-Y-Yo-ou *fffff*f-f-fi-irsttt," Dean insisted, wrapping him in a blanket as a precaution. He opened the window, shivering wildly when the snow and wind attacked him.
"*DDDDDDDDDDDDDD*...," Sam protested. Dean, thinking his kid was still getting colder, brought him another blanket. Sam shakily grabbed the blanket and pushed it back. Dean nodded, tying the blanket around his shoulders so he could help Sam up.
"C-C-CC-Co-om*mmm*me o-onnn," he encouraged. The brothers embraced one another as they shuffled towards the open window. Dean hoisted Sam up piggyback style, hoping it would be easier to carry him down. Sam wrapped his limbs tightly around his brother. He burried his face in the blanket as another powerful shudder rattled his teeth.
"C-CC-C-CCC-C-Co-o-o-old-d-d," he murmured.
"Ha-Ha-Ha-anggg o-o-onnn," Dean pleaded. He held onto his brother's legs with his left hand so his right hand could support their descent to the ground. The snow was thick enough that it cushioned their landing. But it was also cold enough and wet enough to soak Dean up past his knees. He had to cling to the fence post as shudders tore through him. It was a testament to how cold he was when Sam managed to slide down without him noticing.
Sam unhuddled from his blanket to wrap it around his big brother. Dean shakily pulled the blankets around him. His teeth were knocking together so furiously that he couldn't get more than a whimper out. Sam decided to bundle him up in the hat and scarf he was wearing. He unzipped the parka, hugged Dean close, then started leading them away from Becky's house.
He thought he saw the Impala parked a ways away, but it was too snowy to see properly. The brothers were so cold and so shaky and so frozen that they collapsed in the middle of the road. They huddled as close together as possible to conserve any remaining heat. The duo stayed there for several minutes when a pair of headlights shone over them. The boys were too frozen to notice.
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"Dean!? Sam!?" Bobby gasped. He ran over to the frozen brothers to check on their heartbeats. They were weak, but they were there. "Balls! C'mon, boys, let's get you warm!"
It took a lot of effort, but the older hunter eased both Winchesters up and into the passenger side of his truck. In the light, he could see how pale and almost blue they looked! Despite how out of it they were, they still clung to one another. Sam nuzzled into Dean's neck and he burried his face in his hair. Bobby wrapped the emergency blanket around them.
"Hang on, boys! I'll get'cha warm in no time!" He promised, cranking up the heat. The brothers just shivered in response.
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Dean woke up slowly, nuzzling into his pillow and snuggling into the warm covers. He still felt cold and shivery, but at least he could feel his extremities. Glancing up, he saw his baby brother --still a little pale and chilly-- but recovering. He reached under the covers to gently grab onto his hand. He was about to fall back asleep until he realized he had no idea where they were.
The older brother groaned as he tried to sit up. His muscles were so sore from the shaking and escaping that he flopped back down onto the bed.
"Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, son! You've been through a lot."
"Bobby?" He asked, recognizing the nickname and tone immediately.
"How're you doing?" He asked.
"Is Sammy okay?"
"He's got a bit of frostnip on his fingers, toes, nose, and ears, but it wasn't severe. No damage at all. He's still pretty cold, but not nearly as hypothermic as earlier." Bobby explained.
"Thank you... for taking care of us," Dean said, tucking his brother under his chin as he starts to drift off. He heard his brother's breathing get a little staggered as he wakes up, then he shakes his head a little.
"*huh'NNSHH!*"
"Hey, there, Sammy," Dean smiles.
"Hey." Sam sniffles. "You ogkay?"
"Still cold and sore beyond belief, but better." Sam coughs and Dean hears the congestion moving around his lungs.
"You catch a cold or somethin'?" Dean asks, feeling his forehead.
"*heh-heh-PSHH! hih'GSHH! HEPSHhuuh!*" 
That was all the answer Dean needed.
"Hey, we made it. We're okay now. Bobby rescued us!" Dean assured. Sam nodded then sneezed again. He shivered.
"De, I'b stdill code."
Dean doesn't have much time to come up with a solution. Bobby bundles a few warm coats around them since all of the blankets and towels are being used to defrost the poor chilly boys. Sam shifts, then sniffles.
"That's better, huh?" Dean checks.
"*heh...heheh...heh'SHHH!* Ngh... Cuddhul?"
"Don't think we could be much closer baby brother," Dean explains. That doesn't stop Sam from wriggling into his brother's chest. Dean sighs, making sure the covers are secure, then hugs his brother.
"Yeah, kiddo. Let's get you warm," he agreed. Sam hummed, then coughed, then started to drift off.
"That's it Sammy. Soak up the warmth."
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