[fic]road_rhythm: Redshift
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Title: Redshift
Writer:road_rhythm
Alternate links: on AO3
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]warning:mentions of Hell trauma (both Winchesters') and past, canonical demon possession; violence; light bondage, light knife-, blood-, and come-play, light humiliation, and forced (consenting) orgasms. kink list: multiple forced (consenting) orgasms, moderate bondage, light humiliation (sort of), light knife-/blood-/come-play, oral, anal, frot, docking, switching, barebacking, bottom!Sam, bottom!Dean, wall!sex, car!sex, shower!sex, Hell-fixation, nonsexual self-bondage, implied/flirted-with sick!kink.
Length:27087
Summary: They're still reeling from Dean's stint in Purgatory, the Trials are tearing them apart, the world hangs in the balance (again)-and Dean wants to get a pool table and have a sex marathon. Of course he does.
Reccer's notes: So this is suppose to be a kinkmeme fill, however, it become this season 8 remix, sort of? that really captured the Winchesters's mental state at the time. Both of Dean and Sam were so beautifully broken in the story, and were kind of drifting maybe apart, but somehow, they found their way back to each other through, erh, a marathon sex session. It's a great read, and not only because of the porn.
[Short excerpt]Dean moves inside the bunker with a degree of relaxation Sam has rarely seen in him even in the home he'd shared with Ben and Lisa, maybe because the walls are thicker, maybe because he has less to protect. Dean walks, in point of fact, like he has something reliable at his back, which is exactly what Sam can't quite make himself believe. It isn't that he literally still thinks the world is an illusion. Rather, he's come to realize how little it matters whether it is or not. Brick and mortar and concrete: in the end, it's all as permeable as gauze. At least motel walls don't pretend to be anything more than a screen.