We Meet to Walk the Line - Supernatural - Sam/Dean - R - Day 27/30 - Prompt: "abandon"
Title: We Meet to Walk the Line
Author: deamsgirl
Prompt #: 28 - "abandon"
Prompt table: B
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word count: 192
Disclamer: Supernatural does not belong to me. No profit was made from this story.
Summary: Dean knows Sam won't abandon him. (From my demon!Dean 'verse. Stand-alone. Title from Robert Frost's "Mending Wall")
Sometimes, Dean likes to see how wide he can stretch Sam before something tears; it's almost like a game to play when he's bored. He likes to watch his hand disappear inside Sam's body, hole blown wide around Dean's forearm; he likes to slide his cock in beside it, stroke himself while fucks into Sam's body.
Most days, he can slip into Sam just as easily as he could a dripping wet woman, leftover come and lube slicking up the loose channel. He loves that Sam is so accessible-so his; he loves that Sam will take whatever Dean gives him with a moan and an arch of his back.
Even more so, he loves that Sam will never walk away from this; no matter what abuse Dean puts him through, no matter how many times Dean's eyes bleed black as he's toying with Sam's body-ripping him apart-Sam will never abandon his brother. Not with the guilt of Dean's death weighing him down, keeping him pinned beneath Dean more effectively than cuffs or ropes or Dean's hands ever could.
Sam won't leave him, because Dean is his brother, so routine and known that Sam can't wrap his head around not having him right there, and because secretly, subconsciously, Sam loves this just as much as Dean does.
Author: deamsgirl
Prompt #: 28 - "abandon"
Prompt table: B
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word count: 192
Disclamer: Supernatural does not belong to me. No profit was made from this story.
Summary: Dean knows Sam won't abandon him. (From my demon!Dean 'verse. Stand-alone. Title from Robert Frost's "Mending Wall")
Sometimes, Dean likes to see how wide he can stretch Sam before something tears; it's almost like a game to play when he's bored. He likes to watch his hand disappear inside Sam's body, hole blown wide around Dean's forearm; he likes to slide his cock in beside it, stroke himself while fucks into Sam's body.
Most days, he can slip into Sam just as easily as he could a dripping wet woman, leftover come and lube slicking up the loose channel. He loves that Sam is so accessible-so his; he loves that Sam will take whatever Dean gives him with a moan and an arch of his back.
Even more so, he loves that Sam will never walk away from this; no matter what abuse Dean puts him through, no matter how many times Dean's eyes bleed black as he's toying with Sam's body-ripping him apart-Sam will never abandon his brother. Not with the guilt of Dean's death weighing him down, keeping him pinned beneath Dean more effectively than cuffs or ropes or Dean's hands ever could.
Sam won't leave him, because Dean is his brother, so routine and known that Sam can't wrap his head around not having him right there, and because secretly, subconsciously, Sam loves this just as much as Dean does.