SPN fic: Christo
Title: Christo
Author: maharetr
Genre/Ratings: SPN, Wincest (Sam/Dean), soft R (implied sex)
Notes: Spoilers for 'Born under a bad sign'. 3 drabbles for supernatural100's challenge # 61 'possession'.
~Christo~
It starts out as a joke. Bobby had sat them down with the books and the translations, teaching them the pronunciation. At Pastor Jim's the next week they're sneaking around with crucifixes and vials of holy water under their shirts, waiting for the opportune moment to leap out from behind doors and douse each other, shouting incantations and whooping until Dad yells at them to knock it off.
Latin is about coaxing the dirty words out of Bobby and muttering them under their breaths, until Dad's lessons catch up to theirs. There's all sorts of hell to pay after that.
~Christo~
Dean whispers it half in jest, half out of sheer shock after Sammy tilts his head to the side, then leans forward and presses his lips to Dean's mouth. Sammy's nervous laugh is enough to break Dean's paralysis, and the dimples that bracket his smile are enough to have Dean kissing back.
The weekends are still for studying, training and staying out of trouble while Dad is off hunting, but now rote learning improves their Latin no end. If they ever come across a demon that takes possession of fingers, toes, lips, teeth, necks, thighs, or cocks, they'll be set.
~Christo~
Even with the charms, the Latin they recite is deadly serious. Inside the salt lines of the motel room, Dean soaks a sponge in the last of the holy water while Sam strips, standing silent as Dean bathes him from forehead to toes. Sam repeats the ministrations for Dean, careful of his bandaged shoulder. They sleep curled around each other within a chalk circle drawn on the carpet, the door and windows barred against hunters, their souls barred against evil. Sam sleeps deeply, exhausted, but Dean finds himself wide awake, whispering "Christo," over Sam's peaceful body. He does not sleep.
Author: maharetr
Genre/Ratings: SPN, Wincest (Sam/Dean), soft R (implied sex)
Notes: Spoilers for 'Born under a bad sign'. 3 drabbles for supernatural100's challenge # 61 'possession'.
~Christo~
It starts out as a joke. Bobby had sat them down with the books and the translations, teaching them the pronunciation. At Pastor Jim's the next week they're sneaking around with crucifixes and vials of holy water under their shirts, waiting for the opportune moment to leap out from behind doors and douse each other, shouting incantations and whooping until Dad yells at them to knock it off.
Latin is about coaxing the dirty words out of Bobby and muttering them under their breaths, until Dad's lessons catch up to theirs. There's all sorts of hell to pay after that.
~Christo~
Dean whispers it half in jest, half out of sheer shock after Sammy tilts his head to the side, then leans forward and presses his lips to Dean's mouth. Sammy's nervous laugh is enough to break Dean's paralysis, and the dimples that bracket his smile are enough to have Dean kissing back.
The weekends are still for studying, training and staying out of trouble while Dad is off hunting, but now rote learning improves their Latin no end. If they ever come across a demon that takes possession of fingers, toes, lips, teeth, necks, thighs, or cocks, they'll be set.
~Christo~
Even with the charms, the Latin they recite is deadly serious. Inside the salt lines of the motel room, Dean soaks a sponge in the last of the holy water while Sam strips, standing silent as Dean bathes him from forehead to toes. Sam repeats the ministrations for Dean, careful of his bandaged shoulder. They sleep curled around each other within a chalk circle drawn on the carpet, the door and windows barred against hunters, their souls barred against evil. Sam sleeps deeply, exhausted, but Dean finds himself wide awake, whispering "Christo," over Sam's peaceful body. He does not sleep.