How's about the first three all rolled into one? ;)
Hell is a lot like earth. Really, it’s just dirt and flesh.
Dean below and Sam above him.
Dean wonders how many times he can break her.
How many times can he split her open and rip her in two? How many times can he let her blood spill and slip and slide around his fingers? How many times can he fuck her hard and broken and not put her back together? How many times before the cracks start to show?
How many times before he thinks what he’s doing is wrong?
Somewhere in the pit of his belly he knows the answer. Somewhere hidden inside, past muscle and bone and blood, Dean knows that one is too many. She kisses his lips and he feels her splinter and break apart under his fingers. And he stops wondering.
Jess is the same dead and burning as she was when she was alive and breathing. She’s still pretty and happy and she still loves Sam. But now when she smiles, her flame bitten skin stretches and pulls too tight-cracks and tears. Blood drips down cheeks and off of her chin like slow-moving lava.
Sam wonders how many times he can fix her.
How many times can he stitch her together with just a needle and thread? How many times can he wash her blood from his hands? How many times can he fuck her soft and slow and pretend not to see her cry? How many times before the cracks start to show?
How many times before she sees what she’s doing is wrong?
Somewhere in the pit of his belly he knows the answer. Somewhere hidden inside, behind ribcages and beating hearts, Sam knows that one is too many. He holds her broken in his hands and waits for the day that he can stop wondering.
Jo at twenty-two is the same as Jo at thirty-two. She’s still careless and arrogant and she still fucks the wrong brother. But now when she smiles, it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Tears fall down her cheeks and off her chin and onto Sam’s blood-stained sleeve like a slow-leaking faucet.
Sam above and Dean below him.
It’s just flesh and dirt. Really, earth is a lot like hell.
But, I still want to do that last one. SO awesomely creepy.
Hell is a lot like earth. Really, it’s just dirt and flesh.
Dean below and Sam above him.
Dean wonders how many times he can break her.
How many times can he split her open and rip her in two? How many times can he let her blood spill and slip and slide around his fingers? How many times can he fuck her hard and broken and not put her back together? How many times before the cracks start to show?
How many times before he thinks what he’s doing is wrong?
Somewhere in the pit of his belly he knows the answer. Somewhere hidden inside, past muscle and bone and blood, Dean knows that one is too many. She kisses his lips and he feels her splinter and break apart under his fingers. And he stops wondering.
Jess is the same dead and burning as she was when she was alive and breathing. She’s still pretty and happy and she still loves Sam. But now when she smiles, her flame bitten skin stretches and pulls too tight-cracks and tears. Blood drips down cheeks and off of her chin like slow-moving lava.
Sam wonders how many times he can fix her.
How many times can he stitch her together with just a needle and thread? How many times can he wash her blood from his hands? How many times can he fuck her soft and slow and pretend not to see her cry? How many times before the cracks start to show?
How many times before she sees what she’s doing is wrong?
Somewhere in the pit of his belly he knows the answer. Somewhere hidden inside, behind ribcages and beating hearts, Sam knows that one is too many. He holds her broken in his hands and waits for the day that he can stop wondering.
Jo at twenty-two is the same as Jo at thirty-two. She’s still careless and arrogant and she still fucks the wrong brother. But now when she smiles, it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Tears fall down her cheeks and off her chin and onto Sam’s blood-stained sleeve like a slow-leaking faucet.
Sam above and Dean below him.
It’s just flesh and dirt. Really, earth is a lot like hell.
But, I still want to do that last one. SO awesomely creepy.
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