[fic] elohvee: We Were Twenty
[ Sam/Dean ]
Title: We Were Twenty
Writer: elohvee (art by longleggedgit)
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]incest, language, schmoop, angst, character death, permanent injury.
Length: 30,348
Summary: It takes three minutes to walk to the car, parked in a handicapped space. The decal looks wrong hanging from the rearview, the stamp on the license plate obscure. It takes a moment, the adjustment, and then Sam realizes.
"Dean," he says. "Those aren't Kansas plates."
Dean grunts. "Get in the car, Sam."
It's not an answer.
Reccer's notes: This was the first big bang I ever read in the fandom, and it had me hooked. The writing style is simple but packs a punch, and it is a perfect representation of curtain!fic, and eventually evolves into an established relationship story (though it's technically a first time fic). The original characters are interesting and memorable, and how the writer chose the stories for Sam and Dean is something you can believe.
[Short excerpt]"I'm not leaving you," Sam says again. He crowds Dean against the wall. Touches Dean's face, wincing as he shifts his weight off his bad leg. "Dean, please. You can't think that. It's not about you."
Dean laughs, strained. "It never is, Sammy."
"Damn it." Sam digs into his shoulders with both hands. "That's not what I meant." He drops his forehead against Dean's, stepping even closer. "I love you," he says, and Dean groans and rolls his eyes and says, "Aw, God, Sammy, you don't hafta-"
"No. Listen." He trails one hand down his brother's chest, his stomach. Rubs circles over his hipbone with his thumb and then wraps his fingers around Dean's cock, half-hard from the water and from Sam, from Sam being there, and the thought makes him groan as he tightens his grip and strokes. Dean's eyes slip shut and his mouth opens a little, this perfect whimper of a sound escaping him before he can hold it back. He hardens in Sam's palm, heavy and blood-hot against his hand.
"I'm not leaving you, Dean. This isn't like before. We're gonna see each other, okay? We'll talk. I promise." He swirls around the head of Dean's cock, rubs wet over the slit and Dean moans, clutching Sam's arm and digging his nails into the skin. "I promise."