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astolat: Sam/Dean, with kabbalah!
Dean gets a new hunting partner. Dean/OC, Sam/Dean. Sexual content.
5.
By the end of the first week, the golem had a name – George, the first name Dean thought of that started with ‘g,’ and they’d taken out three ghosts and one werewolf, emo-free. It was actually fun, when he made himself live in the moment and stop drawing comparisons. George was, in fact, not the brightest statue in the museum, which meant that Dean had to do the research, but he’d been getting used to that anyway, and George could read for specific content well enough when Dean was careful about the instructions.
He didn’t eat, and he didn’t bleed (they found that out with the werewolf), though it did take some time for his fake flesh to knit itself back together after a wound. He didn’t say much, though he had no problem humming along with Dean’s tapes. He shook Dean out of nightmares – that book in Sam’s hands, the black ink going wet and crimson as it unwrote itself, the yellowed pages going blank – and didn’t ask why.
Also by the end of the first week, he’d gained a good six inches in height, his reddish hair had turned dark brown, and he had dimples.
“Stop that,” Dean said when he first noticed, not yelling only because it was too weird to yell about.
“I can’t,” George said back, which he seemed to consider the end of it. It was only after Dean escalated a little that George allowed as how his instructions to take care of Dean were somewhat nonspecific.
“Can’t you at least be my height?” Dean asked, knowing that he’d have sounded pretty pathetic to another human.
“No,” George said, and wouldn’t elaborate, no matter what Dean demanded. Apparently the instructions didn’t require obedience, which was just freaking typical of magic.
So in retrospect, it wasn’t all that surprising when, after Dean had been watching just enough soft-core to get himself ready to take a long hot shower, George got on the bed with him – “Hey, personal space!” Dean protested, uselessly – and blew him.
Yeah, it was sick, but it wasn’t like Dean had anybody to account to.
Also, George didn’t have to breathe.
astolat: Sam/Dean, with kabbalah!Dean gets a new hunting partner. Dean/OC, Sam/Dean. Sexual content.
5.
By the end of the first week, the golem had a name – George, the first name Dean thought of that started with ‘g,’ and they’d taken out three ghosts and one werewolf, emo-free. It was actually fun, when he made himself live in the moment and stop drawing comparisons. George was, in fact, not the brightest statue in the museum, which meant that Dean had to do the research, but he’d been getting used to that anyway, and George could read for specific content well enough when Dean was careful about the instructions.
He didn’t eat, and he didn’t bleed (they found that out with the werewolf), though it did take some time for his fake flesh to knit itself back together after a wound. He didn’t say much, though he had no problem humming along with Dean’s tapes. He shook Dean out of nightmares – that book in Sam’s hands, the black ink going wet and crimson as it unwrote itself, the yellowed pages going blank – and didn’t ask why.
Also by the end of the first week, he’d gained a good six inches in height, his reddish hair had turned dark brown, and he had dimples.
“Stop that,” Dean said when he first noticed, not yelling only because it was too weird to yell about.
“I can’t,” George said back, which he seemed to consider the end of it. It was only after Dean escalated a little that George allowed as how his instructions to take care of Dean were somewhat nonspecific.
“Can’t you at least be my height?” Dean asked, knowing that he’d have sounded pretty pathetic to another human.
“No,” George said, and wouldn’t elaborate, no matter what Dean demanded. Apparently the instructions didn’t require obedience, which was just freaking typical of magic.
So in retrospect, it wasn’t all that surprising when, after Dean had been watching just enough soft-core to get himself ready to take a long hot shower, George got on the bed with him – “Hey, personal space!” Dean protested, uselessly – and blew him.
Yeah, it was sick, but it wasn’t like Dean had anybody to account to.
Also, George didn’t have to breathe.
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LOL
Also by the end of the first week, he’d gained a good six inches in height, his reddish hair had turned dark brown, and he had dimples.
So to take care of Dean, George has to turn into Sam.
Also, George didn’t have to breathe.
Well, that's an advantage.
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It's the growing 6 extra inches thing, and Dean's response, that tickles me most.
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OMG!! He's turning into Sam HAHAHAHHAHA!!! Too clever.
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