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30 Day AU Challenge-Day 7-Fairy Tale

7. Fairy tale Galloping through the woods, Prince Dino bounced up and down on his brave pinto. The branches whipped at their faces , tearing the skin from muscle , stinging like bitter tears. They found a clearing in the woods, using it as a break point. "Where are we, boy?" Dean wondered aloud, patting the neck of his gallant stallion. Blood dripped from bare skin, staining their clothes. A small wooden sign covered with ivy was nailed to a nearby tree. Dean trotted over and squinted to read it. "Sleeping Attractive person" he frowned, shook his head and galloped in the direction it pointed to him. The dark woods glared at him as he passed , his cloak flapping in the hurried breeze. He galloped for another long time, or what seemed like a long time, until he reached a stone brick tower. "You stay here." He commanded his horse to stay and commenced to scale the immense walls. Brick by brick, he dragged himself to the top with the courage of a king. He hopped over the windowsill and looked around, removing his riding cape. The room was dim, with drapes hanging from the walls. The heat was stifling. Stepping over to the bed, Dino kneeled and peeled back the silk curtain. Lying on a velvet mattress was a stunning man, his hands rested on his chest as he dreamed. Dino leaned forwards, examining The face of his "damsel in distress" "You're no Aurora, but there's something about you." He smiled, leaning in to kiss the sleeping prince. Their lips met with electricity, surging up Dino's spine. "Waaaaaahhh!" The sleeping prince awoke with an almighty screech that shook the heavens above. "Woah there boy, it's just me, Prince Dino."

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30 Day AU Challenge-Day 5-School

"Watch out, jerky." Sniggered a big athlete, barging past a thin, weedy looking boy. "My name's jerry." The boy grumbled, scooping his fallen books back into his arms. "What's the difference?" The athlete laughed, high-giving his friends and barging past another group of kids. "Don't give a second thought to those guys, pally." Sighed a muscular Italian boy, helping Jerry pick up a few stray sheets of paper. "It's kind of hard Dean." Jerry frowned, shaking his head in frustration. "They never leave me alone! I don't even have to do something and they're snapping at my heels like animals." He leaned against the lockers beside him, closed his eyes and groaned in desperation. "I Know, jer." Dean gave his boyfriend a sympathetic smile and patted his back. "No you don't." Jerry frowned, pulling away from Dean's touch. "Don't I? I'm gay, captain of the football team and going steady with the head of the drama club? Don't you think I get picked on enough?" He slammed his fist on the locker, blocking Jerry's exit path. "I suppose you're right, I'm sorry." Jerry shrugged, looking at the floor. "Buck up, kid. Don't let them get you down." Dean grinned, placing his finger under Jerry's chin and lifting his head, so that they stared into each other's eyes. "I'll try." Jerry gave him a half smile and rubbed at the ground with his toes. The school bell rang out, signalling the start of a new lesson and everyone dispersed. "I'll see you after Chem, okay? We can eat lunch under the bridge." Dean waved goodbye and hot-footed off to his lesson. Jerry nodded and shuffled off to his own lesson, geography. ——————————————————————————————— Lunch, under the bridge. "Do you ever wonder what life's gonna be like after school's finished?" Jerry scratched his nose, sinking his teeth into a fresh tuna sandwich. "Sure I do, all the time. It's always you and me though, we leave school, I sing, you joke around. We get TV, radio and movie deals, the whole thing." Dean chuckled, sipping on his carton of Apple juice. "You sure have it all planned out, Paul." Jerry laughed, lowering the sandwich to his lap. "I like it when you call me that." Dean beamed, gazing into Jerry's eyes in a dream-like daze. "Call you what?" "Paul." Dean bit his lip, stroking Jerry's hair, and examined every inch of his skin. "What'ya thinking about?" Jerry grinned, taking hold of Dean's hand and kissing his palm. "You. Me. Us. Y'know?" Jerry nodded, playing with the tips of Dean's fingers. "I think... I think I'm ready to kiss you in public, Paul." Jerry sighed, nuzzling into the palm of the Italian's hand. "Okay." Dean gazed into Jerry's eyes, taking his hand's in his own and scooting closer. He leaned forwards, closing his eyes. Closer still, he smiled, enjoying the closeness between them. Their lips met, sending tingles down Jerry's spine and into his underpants. Dean ran his hand up Jerry's body, until it reached the back of his head. Deepening the kiss, he gripped at the back of his hair. A few moans escaped Jerry's mouth. Dean's other hand caressed its way up Jerry's thigh, tickling the skin underneath his trousers. "Hey. I said I was ready for a kiss in public, just a kiss and nothing else." Jerry giggled, pulling away from the kiss and putting his hand over Dean's, to stop it travelling further north.

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30 day AU challenge- day 3- medieval

Copacabana castle was the largest around, towering over the entire land from the very peak of Harlow hill. The respected family that owned it, and the entire land surrounding it, were rich and noble, coming from a long line of Brave gentlemen. They occupied a large area of England but, unusually, the villagers, farmers and other forms of peasants did not think badly if them. For they were a kind and gentle group, who never brought any war or disruption to the lands. They were the Crocettis, originating from Naples, Italy. The current Lord Duke, a Mister Dino Paul Crocetti, did not live up to the family name. He was cold, reserved, unforgiving. He enforced policies that helped himself and his lords and trod on the poor peasantries. He even started the civil war, between the house of Crocetti and the house of Levitch, a Hebrew family. It was a brutal, bloody that ran on for decades, starting when Young Dino was just twenty years old and Joseph Levitch was at the tender age of twelve, for his father had died prematurely, leaving his infant son in charge of the entire castle. There was, however, a meeting that may have changed the entire course of the war. For Dino had a deep, dark secret that he wouldn't dare tell a living soul. He had watched that young twelve year old grow into a strong, independent man and somehow, deep inside the dark corners of his heart he felt, however strange it was to him Dino stormed into his chambers, tearing off his tunic without waiting for his servants, and glared in the mirror. His beloved war had been dragging on for ten years, and it was beginning to take its toll on his body. Now a stocky man of thirty years old, he his temper had shortened to a mere stump of a fuse and his bitter memories tortured him at night. "Excuse me, my grace?" A voice came from the doorway, jolting him. "What is it, Francis?" It was his most faithful companion, Sir Francis Sinatra of Sicily. He was a short, thin man with bright blue eyes that glowed even in the darkest rooms. "You shave a visitor, my grace." He bowed his head, resting his hand on his sword and his large cavalier hat. "Who is it?" Snapped Dino, buttoning up his under shirt and dragging on a pair of ebony tights. "That's the thing, it's Lord Duke Joseph Levitch and a few of his following, my grace." Francis finished his bow and scarpered, afraid of what his lord might do to him. "Damn." Dino pulled on his large red tunic, finishing of the outfit with puffy red and gold shorts, little black boots and a magnificent cavalier hat. He stormed down the corridor, fastening his sword to his belt and slipping into a pair of leather gloves. He slammed his hands against the massive wooden door into his great hall, pushing them so that they crashed against the harsh brick wall either side of the frame. Every head in the hall turned his way, shocked at the grand entrance he had made. "My grace, his grace Joseph Levitch of Russia." Dino's announcer bellowed, raising his staff in the air. Dino nodded him quiet and strutted up to his large chair, falling into it. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Joseph?" He frowned, beckoning one of his servant. A weedy looking one came over and Dino ordered a goblet of the finest wine in the cellar. "It has recently been brought to my attention that today is the tenth anniversary of our endless feud. " Joseph declared, bowing his cavalier hat towards the Italian nobleman in front of him. "I think it's time that we called an end to this persistent fighting, Dino. Can't you see the pointless blood shed?" He scratched behind his ear, looking as though he might just start sweating nervously. "Pointless? Pointless? This isn't pointless, Joseph. This war started because, out of the grateful nature of my heart, I allowed you to have a great feast in my magnificent hall and you, you sly creature, formed it into an internal attack on my castle. Do you remember that, my dear companion?" He grew angry and stood from his chair, slamming his fist against the wooden arm. "That's a lie! I was twelve years old! You saw my weakness and manipulated it! You invited us to a feast and attacked us! I was the only survivor!" Joseph glared at Dino, walking closer to the older man. "How dare you accuse me of such feeble acts! That is below me!" Dino poked Joseph in the chest, sending him staggering backwards. "I'm not going to fight you Dino , there's been enough of that." Joseph shook his head, releasing any anger that may have built up inside him. "I'm better than that." "No you're not!" Dino grabbed him by the chest, dragging him into his hidden chambers and leaving his servants behind. The cramped room was dim and damp, filling their lungs with moisture. "What are you doing, mad man?" Joseph tried pull himself out of Dino's iron grip, but found it practically impossible. "God knows it fears me to say this... I love you." Dino stared into Joseph's eyes, trying to put across his inner sincerity.

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30 day AU challenge day two- zombies

(This sort of touches on the area of zombies) The summer air was humid, blanketing the countryside with an impermeable dome that weighed upon the sleepy inhabitants of Martin&Lewis farm co. Dean gave a hearty sigh, scratching at his bare chest with the tips of his muscular fingers. "Pally, would'ya get me a drink?" He called out, unfolding the damp edge of his sweat-ridden shorts and breathing in the fresh country air. "Sure, Paul." Replied his bustling partner, opening the fridge and retrieving a fresh can of beer. Strutting out into the hazy sun, he placed it in Dean's hand and chuckled. "What's so funny?" Dean asked, sitting up in his wicker rocking chair and opening the can. Jerry shook his head as he fell into the cushioned love seat beside adjacent to the wicker chair. "I was laughing because I remembered last night." He unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, revealing his bronzed chest underneath. "What about last night?" "You know..the handcuffs and...such." Jerry blushed crimson, unable to control the timid grin that spread across his face. Dean giggled, remembering the sweet details of their passionate night before. "Oh yeah...you dirty boy." He laughed, stroking Jerry's cheek with his thick thumb. Jerry stared dean in the eye, his cheeks glowing like the embers of a dying fire, and bit his lip. "Is it safe to be out here, though, Paul? What with all those creatures walking around?" He tried not to avert his gaze from Dean but found it near impossible, the nervous tingles running up his spine kept him on edge. "They won't come all the way out here; there isn't enough food for them to survive." He chucked Jerry's chin and returned to his icy cold drink; it called to him like a mournful hound. "But there's us." Jerry groaned, swirling his head around to check their surroundings, reassuring himself about a thousand times. Dean shook his head at the anxious young man, swigging from the can. "It's fine, Pally." He stood up, scratching his rib, and placed the can on the small glass table standing between the love seat and the rocking chair. Coughing, he walked into the kitchen and looked around. He kicked the ajar fridge shut, opened a small wooden cupboard and pulled out a small Tupperware box. Peeling of the clinging lid, he revealed a lonely meatball sub. "Beautiful." He grinned, taking it out of the box and walking back to porch. "Seriously?" Jerry scoffed, sitting up and frowning at dean. "What?" Questioned dean, his mouth full of saucy meatballs. "I just thought that it was weir-" jerry stopped speaking, his mouth drooped low. "What?" Dean waved his hand in front of Jerry's glazed eyes, trying to snap him out of his dazed state. "Jer?" Jerry raised his arm up, without saying a word, and pointed behind Dean's shoulder. Dean halted, afraid to turn, afraid to see the horrible that may or may not greet him. "Is it...?" He gulped, staring right into Jerry's brown eyes. Jerry nodded, tears flooding at the brim of his eyelashes. A heavy hand slapped upon Dean's shoulder, sending shudders through his torso. The rough, callous skin of the palm brushed against his own tender skin. "G-g-goodbye Pally." Choked dean, fighting the tears that tried to burst through their banks. "See ya, Paul." Snap. A large figure stooped over Dean's limp figure, chewing at his soft flesh like a dog in a bone. Jerry burst into hysterical tears, scrambling away from the massacre, covered in his partner's crimson blood. Staggering, he managed to escape from the scene as he sobbed.

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The bathroom incident

SFW A chill creeped into New York, sneaking through the back streets and freezing the gutter puddles and their inhabitants. It was colder than it had been in a long time. Goosebumps prickled on the back of Jerry's neck as he gazed out at the chilled scenery from his hotel balcony. He was alone; dean was out on the town with some broad he had picked up on broadway. "Partners to the end my ass." Scoffed Jerry, running his hand through his short hair and returning to the inside of the second-rate hotel room. Two single beds stood adjacent to each other, their ends inches away from the dry wall that had a chipped wooden door in the centre, which led to the telephone box sized bathroom. He unbuttoned his shirt, stepped out of his trousers and wrapped a towel around his waist. He wrapped his long, spidery fingers around the brass doorknob of the bathroom door and pulled. Bang. The door was only able to open a few inches, due to the poor size management of the room. He sighed, threw his arms in the air and shook his head. "Benzona!" He sometimes liked to substitute English words with hebrew ones, it spices up his day. Jerry had just managed to squeeze in the door an turn on the shower when he heard a door click an a pair of voices chatter outside of the bathroom door. He tiptoed over to the large wooden frame, pressed his ear to the cold surface and tried to make sense of the conversation. "Baby you are looking beautiful tonight." Crooned dean, clearing his throat and locking the door. Jerry heard their footsteps travel across the room, uneven and unsteady they must have been drinking. "Oh dean." An unfamiliar woman's voice giggled. The bed creaked as someone sat upon it. Jerry heard a pair of shoes hit the ground, the blinds shut and jewellery crackle against a wooden surface. 'Oh shit' thought Jerry, clutching onto his clean white towel as he began to panic. 'What the fuck am I supposed to do?' He knew exactly what Dean was getting to. "Come and sit over here baby." The bed creaked again. "Dean, we only just met tonight." "...and?" Dean whispered. his voice sounded muffled as though his face was close to a surface, probably her neck. The woman groaned in pleasure. Jerry's stomach churned; he really didn't to listen to this. "For heaven's sake Dean." He whispered, dropping his towel and looking for his clothes. 'Shit.' He had left them beside his bed, near the balcony. Naked, he leaned on the edge of the bath, water still running. He didn't dare turn it off otherwise Dean and his lady friend might notice. So he sat there, naked, while dean made out with some random woman. He shook his head, looking down at his feet as he thought. Slowly, after a short while, a low creaking came from outside the bathroom. Jerry's stomach churned. Moans and pants grew louder, e boring the screaming springs that grew in volume and tempo. "Oh dear god." Jerry hid his face in his hands as the girl started screaming with each pulse that dean made. It was like listening to your parents have sex- you really don't want to. Jerry chewed on his finger nails, pacing the ground, listening to the woman's shrieks. Dean was sure going at it tonight. How many drinks had he had? Scooping his towel from the ground, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He wrapped it around his bare waist and prepped himself, running a hand through his hair. He walked forwards, wrapped his hand around the doorknob and slid the bolt across the lock. The noise of dean's heated love making was unbearably loud, churning Jerry's guts into a pulp. Click. The door was open a crack, so that jerry could peep his eye through and see what was happening outside. All he could see was dean's muscular ass gyrating on top of a naked naive-looking blonde. Filling his lungs with fresh air, he pulled the door open as wide as he could, without it slamming against the bed, and creeped in. Sweat began to trickle down his temple as he tiptoed around dean and his partner, holding his breath as his feet touched the ground. He saw the pile of clothes, lying there upon the ground, inches away from him. He reached out with his one free hand, his fingers were barely centimetres from his trousers. His palms were sweaty and his heart raced. "JERRY!" Yelled dean, leaping off of his lady friend like a frightened cat. Jerry froze solid, unable to take his eyes off of his naked partner. The blonde woman screamed, covered her body with the duvet and dashed into the bathroom. Jerry's towel dropped to the ground, revealing his naked body, but still he was frozen. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" "I DIDN'T MEAN TO... I JUST..." Jerry acknowledged his nudity and scooped his package in his hands, shielding himself. Dean looked down and covered his own package, shaking his head. He beckoned to the toilet door as if to say 'what do we do?'. Jerry shrugged, pulling his trousers over his naked buttocks. Dean chuckled, finally seeing the light of the situation and jumped into his boxers. Jerry shook his head; he wondered at the situations they got in.