[fic] Of Men and Of Rockets
Title: Of Men and of Rockets
Rating: M (just to be safe; see warnings)
Characters: Sam, Dean
Pairing/Genre: Gen, hurt!Sam, brother cuddling, hell!trauma
Word Count: ~1600
Warnings: Implied/referenced torture, self-harm.
Summary: " Sam's always thought it's this fiction-thing, biting your lip until it bleeds. It seems dramatic and all, but short of tearing off too much dry skin or having really dry lips to start with, it takes more pressure than most people are willing to exert, really, to break the skin of the lip and make it actually bleed.
The pain of broken skin is absolutely nothing, though, to the feeling of Lucifer's hands rooting around in his innards (with that sort of gleeful detachment that the fallen archangel must have spent millennia cultivating) and tearing out whatever displeases him.
Read it on AO3.
Rating: M (just to be safe; see warnings)
Characters: Sam, Dean
Pairing/Genre: Gen, hurt!Sam, brother cuddling, hell!trauma
Word Count: ~1600
Warnings: Implied/referenced torture, self-harm.
Summary: " Sam's always thought it's this fiction-thing, biting your lip until it bleeds. It seems dramatic and all, but short of tearing off too much dry skin or having really dry lips to start with, it takes more pressure than most people are willing to exert, really, to break the skin of the lip and make it actually bleed.
The pain of broken skin is absolutely nothing, though, to the feeling of Lucifer's hands rooting around in his innards (with that sort of gleeful detachment that the fallen archangel must have spent millennia cultivating) and tearing out whatever displeases him.
Read it on AO3.