& another one bites the dust
title: come on, what you gonna do
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: adult
pairing: Sam/Dean
word count: 317
notes: more of my vamp!Winchesters verse. I’ve missed writing the boys this way.
& edited 11/9. the ending was bothering me a little.
Sam leans back against the wall of the club. His instincts are screaming at him - half of him looks around at the mass of bodies and thinks foodfoodfood, the other half is all biteclaimfuck.
He forces down the urge to grab the nearest warm body and take them right there in the dark between the strobes of light flickering over his face. He doesn’t need to feed, closes his arms a little tighter around Dean's waist instead.
Under his hands, Dean's practically vibrating with energy. Sam smiles lazily. Before the change it would've been impossible to get Dean in one of these places. Too many people, too much danger, not enough exits. Now Sam has to pry him out of the damn places. He blames it on the near euphoric high that so many people packed into such a small place creates. Like vampiric catnip, and Dean can't stay away.
Sam leans forward a little, mouths the edge of Dean's jaw.
"Hey," he murmurs. Dean doesn't answer; he’s locked on to something, someone, out in the crowd. Sam follows his brother’s stare and see a tall, drunk blonde weaving his way between the dancers. He grins. Leave it to Dean to be hungry already.
"See something you like?" Sam asks, but knows the answer before he says anything.
Dean's half gone already. All but drunk with the atmosphere of the club and the need Sam can practically smell. Yeah, Dean wants that guy. Wants to eat him all up.
"Sammy," Dean breathes, "Sammy." He turns and buries his face in the crook of Sam’s neck. "Can I have him? Wanna take him back to the motel and play. Promise I’ll share."
Sam tilts Dean’s head up, cradles his face in his hands. Smoothes his thumbs across the sweep of Dean’s cheekbones. Dean is beautiful like this. Needy and wanting and his. Forever.
"Whatever you want, baby."
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: adult
pairing: Sam/Dean
word count: 317
notes: more of my vamp!Winchesters verse. I’ve missed writing the boys this way.
& edited 11/9. the ending was bothering me a little.
Sam leans back against the wall of the club. His instincts are screaming at him - half of him looks around at the mass of bodies and thinks foodfoodfood, the other half is all biteclaimfuck.
He forces down the urge to grab the nearest warm body and take them right there in the dark between the strobes of light flickering over his face. He doesn’t need to feed, closes his arms a little tighter around Dean's waist instead.
Under his hands, Dean's practically vibrating with energy. Sam smiles lazily. Before the change it would've been impossible to get Dean in one of these places. Too many people, too much danger, not enough exits. Now Sam has to pry him out of the damn places. He blames it on the near euphoric high that so many people packed into such a small place creates. Like vampiric catnip, and Dean can't stay away.
Sam leans forward a little, mouths the edge of Dean's jaw.
"Hey," he murmurs. Dean doesn't answer; he’s locked on to something, someone, out in the crowd. Sam follows his brother’s stare and see a tall, drunk blonde weaving his way between the dancers. He grins. Leave it to Dean to be hungry already.
"See something you like?" Sam asks, but knows the answer before he says anything.
Dean's half gone already. All but drunk with the atmosphere of the club and the need Sam can practically smell. Yeah, Dean wants that guy. Wants to eat him all up.
"Sammy," Dean breathes, "Sammy." He turns and buries his face in the crook of Sam’s neck. "Can I have him? Wanna take him back to the motel and play. Promise I’ll share."
Sam tilts Dean’s head up, cradles his face in his hands. Smoothes his thumbs across the sweep of Dean’s cheekbones. Dean is beautiful like this. Needy and wanting and his. Forever.
"Whatever you want, baby."
- end