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Pairing: Sam/Dean, hints of Lucifer/Sam, Lucifer!Sam/Dean, and Lucifer/Sam/Dean
W/C & Warnings: 44; there's no sex in this poem, but it just gives me an uneasy feeling. I want to warn about dub/non-con, but I don't think I can rightfully do that because there isn'at actually any sex. Writing this made me ill; it's forty-four words of darkness that were slithering around in my brain and I had to get rid of them. Honestly, it's only the last four lines that scare me so badly, in their simplistic terror, but still. I advise against reading this if you think of the aftermath of what you've read instead of the here and now; that's what makes this one so bad for me.
Poem: Sam Winchester probably came in a close second; unfortunately, the vessel only had eyes for another lowly human.
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the devil is evil guided
by good intentions
true, undying love with the
bitter aftertaste of hate
the sweet promise of forever after wrapped
around the sour threat of nevermore
the devil is inside
of your brother
and they both want
inside of you