[fic] keerawa: Dare Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry
[ evil!Sam ]
Title: Dare Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry
Writer: keerawa
Alternate links: AO3
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: evil!Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]Graphic violence and explicit incest with bloodkink and dubcon between evil!Sam and animalistic!Dean, all in a dark post-apocalyptic setting
Length: 7,800
Summary: At the start of the war, Sam said yes and Dean was sent to Hell. This is the story of what happened once the war was over.
Reccer's notes: I was kind of shocked when I went to write down the word count of this story, only 7,800 words, but it packs so much in. This is such an interesting take on what happens after the apocalypse, Dean is reduced to a mute, almost animalistic creature, Sam's hound and Sam is riding high flush with power. But there is more going on in this story than meets the eye, a lovely layered tale well worth the read.
[Short excerpt] There was an admirable efficiency to this part of Hell. It swarmed with uncounted damned souls. The strong preyed on the weak, and on each other. The free-range torment churned out new demons like a perpetual motion machine.
Dean’s soul was a beacon burning through the sulfurous clouds of ash. Sam found himself hurrying, breaking into a run. When Lucifer ascended to rule in Heaven, He’d left His vessel hollow. There weren’t enough pieces of Sam left to fill the empty places. But with Dean at his side, he could do it.
As Sam neared, the damned ceased their eternal battle of all against all to flee like deer from a grassfire. Roving packs of hellhounds whined, cowering from Sam’s power. Only one creature had the courage to stand before him. Dean.
Sam slowed to a stop, savoring the moment, comparing the figure before him to his fragmented memories.
Dean was naked and scarred, blood dripping freely from a bite on his forearm. He slipped into a knife-fighter’s stance as Sam approached, a sharp fragment of black stone in his right hand. There was no sign of recognition in those green eyes, and the snarl that came from his lips was pure animal challenge.