And together we make a holy monster
Subject line shamelessly stolen from the gorgeous poem rei-c posted earlier, Filthy Radiance Go and read it. I have kept it open in a browser all day so I can go back and read it again and again
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*cracks knuckles*
The ceiling fan is making more noise than cool air, but Sam doesn't mind. The sheets are rumpled and damp, not yet sticking to warm skin. Curled up against Dean’s side, Sam can feel every inhale-exhale, the way Dean’s chest seems to open up underneath his cheek. Dean’s asleep, maybe, and Sam feels like his limbs are weighted, sinking into the mattress, into Dean. He shuffles, upward, creating as much friction between them as he can with the small movement. Breathes deep, noses against Dean’s warm skin until his lips are brushing the curve of Dean’s jaw. He opens his eyes, curious, wanting, and touches the tip of his tongue to the cluster of freckles beneath Dean’s right eye. Dean’s full mouth opens and his arm tightens around Sam’s back. Sam stills, waits until Dean relaxes, until he’s sleeping again.
This is his moment.
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When the time came, Sam knew what to do.
The last weeks, frantic and terrible, had been tempered by this knowledge. Dean had smiled gently, touched Sam’s hair, thinking he was the one who was going to say goodbye. The look on his face, the twist of his mouth and the darkness of his eyes haunt Sam, even here.
Sam lived without Dean once, heart like a stone, killing and hunting without pause. Unhinged. Dangerous. All the prophecies rendered, all his fears, all Dean’s fears, realized.
Dean is safe. Dean is all that was ever good of the Winchester name. As his flesh rips and bones crack, Sam can’t regret the deal he made.
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here's the line, It's from Expections by Belle & Sebastian...
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
I would like it to be SPN and gen
thx ;)
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LMFAO I love your little drabble thx!
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Slash/gen/het, RPS/SPN, anything you so desire.
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Jensen sits down slowly on the edge of the cushion, doesn’t want to startle Jared out of his doze. He watches long eyelashes flutter, then part. Jared doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, doesn’t even seem to take a breath.
“If you want to talk about it,” Jensen says, reaching a hand across the space between them. Jared blinks and then closes his eyes, presses his lips together, like he’s in pain. Jensen drops his hand, fingers curled against the edge of the afghan, close but not touching.
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It must be an hour or three later; Jensen's drifted off into half-sleep and so when Jared moves, he flinches, snaps awake. Jared's not looking at him, feels like he's moving away to Jensen's skin, warmed by the heat Jared's giving off, cocooned in the blanket.
"Where," he starts to say, but then Jared shifts a little more, puts distance between their hips and leans down, rests his head on Jensen's shoulder. 'Oh,' Jensen wants to say, but doesn't. Instead, he lifts one hand, tucks a curl of Jared's hair away from Jared's face and behind an ear, tracing the curve. Jared doesn't say anything, but neither does he move.
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"I didn't want you to know," Jared says, his hushed tone barely audible. Jensen's fingers twitch and this time he doesn't stop himself, he cups the back of Jared's head, rubbing his blunt fingertips against his scalp. Jared sighs, and Jensen bends down to press a kiss to his temple, keeping his mouth against Jared's skin after the initial touch.
Jensen doesn't speak, Jared already knows anything he would say. I love you, I'm not going to judge you.
"Jensen," Jared's voice breaks on a sob, "I didn't want you to know."
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Here's four lines:
I believe in mistakes and accidents
That the nature of life is chaos and confusion
That man's rules of law and order may not stand
I should be and be not afraid to reach for heaven
I'm not picky what genre (slash, gen, or RPS)
~patiently awaits your brilliance~
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