[ Rarepair FPF: Dean/Alastair ] Title: These Bones of Mine Writer: amaresu Status of work: complete Characters and/or pairings: Dean/Alastair, Sam Rating: R Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]Stockholm Syndrome, mild torture Length: 1,058 words Summary: Torture is a really a matter of perspective.
Reccer's notes: This is a short and creepy - and perfect for Halloween - look at where Dean's head is after he gets out of Hell. It's also somehow lovely and intimate. Alastair knows every single piece of Dean, and in this fic, his knowledge of Dean has become something for the two of them to share.
[Short excerpt]Dean closes his eyes again as Alistair sits back down next to him. Sam may not understand, but it's the simplest thing in the world for Dean to lay in silence waiting for the game to begin again. It's simple, comfortable, and so familiar it almost makes him cry with relief when he feels the pin-prick in his hand, “Hamate, capitate, lunate.”