Rooms for Sleeping, and Other Things Too
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deantestineswritingTitle: Rooms for Sleeping, and Other Things Too || Ao3
Fandom: Supernatural, House M.D.
Rating: PG-13
Ship: Dean Winchester/Gregory House
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 702
Whats in here?: Crack (kinda)
Summary: Dean behaves like an absolute buffoon.
The motel room was dingy as always. Except this time it felt dingy for a different reason. Normally it felt like committing a crime, like running away and hiding out from the law. Mostly due to the various crimes he had committed. But this time, it felt like cheating. Dean wasn't married, he didn't even have a girlfriend, but it felt like cheating. It felt like he was sneaking around a beautiful lady to lay with another, and it felt very wrong despite it not being so. House laid beneath him and Dean put his hands on his waist. There was a pull between them, a connection and they needed to do something about it.
"You have nice hands." House said. Dean brought one of his nice hands to House's face.
"Yeah?" Their faces were so close their noses brushed together. "Well you've got a nice everything," He winked and kissed House's lips. Stubble roughed up his chin and his hands and he wouldn't have it any other way. His mouth was opened by force and his tongue intertwined with House's like two halves of a whole. Soon, the hands on his hips moved to get rid of all that pesky belt and fumble with those stupid pants and there was a creak behind him and all of a sudden the room was colder.
Well, that's not right.
When he turned around Sam was standing in the doorway with a mouth like a cavern.
Dean floundered. He looked back at House who shrugged like he wasn't one of the smartest men Dean knew.
"Are you..." Sam relaxed, using all his brain energy to process the scene in front of him instead of keeping his arm on the doorknob. "Is... Are..." Clearly all his brain power simply wasn't enough. He decided to focus on the stranger rather than confronting any of the more complicated things. "Are you sleeping with my brother?"
It was a stupid question. "And I would've gotten away with it if it weren't for you, you meddling kid."
Dean hit House in the chest.
"Listen, Sam, We can uh.." He stood up and turned towards his brother. "We can talk about this."
Sam covered his eyes with one hand. "No! I mean, uhm, yes. We can talk about this. But put your clothes back on first. Please."
Dean felt a breeze on his legs and turned around to see that somehow his pants have ended up in House's hands.
"Whoops."
Dean snatched them out of House's hands.
---
"I mean, I just don't get it."
Dean couldn't find his shirt in a reasonable amount of time so he was wearing House's button down. It didn't fit him very well.
"Like, are you.. are you gay? It's okay if you're gay Dean, I just- I thought you liked girls. Like you *really* like girls. Like *really*-"
"Sam, I do like girls. But..." He fidgeted with the buttons on his sleeves. "I also, uhm, kinda like guys."
"I don't get it, why didn't you ever tell me?" Dean's nerves were still sending out emergency signals, but Sam didn't look much more than a little confused."And, uh..." Sam whispered like the walls weren't there. "Who is that guy? Did you meet him at like a bar or something? He's kind of, uhm.. old."
"He's not that old."
"Hes got a bald spot."
"He does have a bald spot. Listen, maybe he isn't the most attractive man in the world, but I like him, okay? And there's nothing wrong with that." Sam obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
A pause infiltrated the conversation and made itself at home.
"Is it like a daddy issues thing or-"
"Y'know, this has been a great conversation, how about you go talk to, uhm.. That doctor lady." Dean smiled. It just looked like teeth. "Yeah, go talk to her and find out what happened to that family we were talking about earlier, okay?" Dean pushed Sam in the direction of the exit. His hands were sweating and he radiated heat.
"We did that yester-"
"Yup!"
Dean wiped sweat off his everything and when Sam got back later they didn't say a word more about it.
Fandom: Supernatural, House M.D.
Rating: PG-13
Ship: Dean Winchester/Gregory House
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 702
Whats in here?: Crack (kinda)
Summary: Dean behaves like an absolute buffoon.
The motel room was dingy as always. Except this time it felt dingy for a different reason. Normally it felt like committing a crime, like running away and hiding out from the law. Mostly due to the various crimes he had committed. But this time, it felt like cheating. Dean wasn't married, he didn't even have a girlfriend, but it felt like cheating. It felt like he was sneaking around a beautiful lady to lay with another, and it felt very wrong despite it not being so. House laid beneath him and Dean put his hands on his waist. There was a pull between them, a connection and they needed to do something about it.
"You have nice hands." House said. Dean brought one of his nice hands to House's face.
"Yeah?" Their faces were so close their noses brushed together. "Well you've got a nice everything," He winked and kissed House's lips. Stubble roughed up his chin and his hands and he wouldn't have it any other way. His mouth was opened by force and his tongue intertwined with House's like two halves of a whole. Soon, the hands on his hips moved to get rid of all that pesky belt and fumble with those stupid pants and there was a creak behind him and all of a sudden the room was colder.
Well, that's not right.
When he turned around Sam was standing in the doorway with a mouth like a cavern.
Dean floundered. He looked back at House who shrugged like he wasn't one of the smartest men Dean knew.
"Are you..." Sam relaxed, using all his brain energy to process the scene in front of him instead of keeping his arm on the doorknob. "Is... Are..." Clearly all his brain power simply wasn't enough. He decided to focus on the stranger rather than confronting any of the more complicated things. "Are you sleeping with my brother?"
It was a stupid question. "And I would've gotten away with it if it weren't for you, you meddling kid."
Dean hit House in the chest.
"Listen, Sam, We can uh.." He stood up and turned towards his brother. "We can talk about this."
Sam covered his eyes with one hand. "No! I mean, uhm, yes. We can talk about this. But put your clothes back on first. Please."
Dean felt a breeze on his legs and turned around to see that somehow his pants have ended up in House's hands.
"Whoops."
Dean snatched them out of House's hands.
---
"I mean, I just don't get it."
Dean couldn't find his shirt in a reasonable amount of time so he was wearing House's button down. It didn't fit him very well.
"Like, are you.. are you gay? It's okay if you're gay Dean, I just- I thought you liked girls. Like you *really* like girls. Like *really*-"
"Sam, I do like girls. But..." He fidgeted with the buttons on his sleeves. "I also, uhm, kinda like guys."
"I don't get it, why didn't you ever tell me?" Dean's nerves were still sending out emergency signals, but Sam didn't look much more than a little confused."And, uh..." Sam whispered like the walls weren't there. "Who is that guy? Did you meet him at like a bar or something? He's kind of, uhm.. old."
"He's not that old."
"Hes got a bald spot."
"He does have a bald spot. Listen, maybe he isn't the most attractive man in the world, but I like him, okay? And there's nothing wrong with that." Sam obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
A pause infiltrated the conversation and made itself at home.
"Is it like a daddy issues thing or-"
"Y'know, this has been a great conversation, how about you go talk to, uhm.. That doctor lady." Dean smiled. It just looked like teeth. "Yeah, go talk to her and find out what happened to that family we were talking about earlier, okay?" Dean pushed Sam in the direction of the exit. His hands were sweating and he radiated heat.
"We did that yester-"
"Yup!"
Dean wiped sweat off his everything and when Sam got back later they didn't say a word more about it.
