SPN Drabble
Ahahaha! My writing foo has started coming back *dances around idiotically*
title: like fifteen strangers dancing
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em.
rating: pg-13
word count: 218
pairing: Sam/Dean
notes: part of my vamp!verse. title &lyrics from MB20’s ‘Busted’ which is my OTP song of DOOM.
And the people we’ve become, well
They’ve never been the people who we are
Sometimes, if Sam concentrates on it long enough, he can remember. How it was before. How they were before.
He can bring up the memory of Jess, of Stanford, of normal - and the way things were after that. Pain. Vengeance. Fear. But Sam can also remember the lessening of all those things. The way the miles and miles of road humming through his blood sang him to sleep. Let him figure out how to fit back into a life he thought he’d long outgrown.
And always, endlessly, Dean.
His brother. Protector. Friend. Personal pain in the ass. The one person that he cannot imagine being without. He survived Mary, Jess, John. But Dean, Sam could never live in a world with a hole where his brother should be.
After the change, it’s not so different. Not in any way Sam gives a damn about anyway. He still looks at Dean and thinks brother. Thinks mine.
Only now he has Dean under him and in him and with him. Sam sinks his fangs into Dean’s neck. Holds him down against the sheets and fucks him fast and dirty. Takes a mark and licks the blood from Dean’s mouth afterwards.
He’s got Dean. Every part of him. And Sam can’t think of one thing he’d rather have than that.
- end
title: like fifteen strangers dancing
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em.
rating: pg-13
word count: 218
pairing: Sam/Dean
notes: part of my vamp!verse. title &lyrics from MB20’s ‘Busted’ which is my OTP song of DOOM.
And the people we’ve become, well
They’ve never been the people who we are
Sometimes, if Sam concentrates on it long enough, he can remember. How it was before. How they were before.
He can bring up the memory of Jess, of Stanford, of normal - and the way things were after that. Pain. Vengeance. Fear. But Sam can also remember the lessening of all those things. The way the miles and miles of road humming through his blood sang him to sleep. Let him figure out how to fit back into a life he thought he’d long outgrown.
And always, endlessly, Dean.
His brother. Protector. Friend. Personal pain in the ass. The one person that he cannot imagine being without. He survived Mary, Jess, John. But Dean, Sam could never live in a world with a hole where his brother should be.
After the change, it’s not so different. Not in any way Sam gives a damn about anyway. He still looks at Dean and thinks brother. Thinks mine.
Only now he has Dean under him and in him and with him. Sam sinks his fangs into Dean’s neck. Holds him down against the sheets and fucks him fast and dirty. Takes a mark and licks the blood from Dean’s mouth afterwards.
He’s got Dean. Every part of him. And Sam can’t think of one thing he’d rather have than that.
- end