Sub Rosa: Y, Z
Apologies for shortness.
Beware of spoilers for 2x17 and 2x22.
Title: Yarrow
Series: Sub Rosa
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: Wincest, spoilers if you really squint for 2x22
Characters: Sam and Dean
He can't help but notice the yellow and white sprinkles spearheading the greenery's attempts at taking over the worn gravel of the roads, the intersection old, the ground hard. He can't help but notice the way the center looks recently disturbed, the calendar worn thin in his head.
"Don't", Dean says, slipping against him, pinning him against the sun-burnt black of the car, teeth and tongue and touch tracing Mine, marking him, his body willing.
They can't have forever, but at least they're making every moment between Now and Then count.
Title: Zeugma
Series: Sub Rosa
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: Wincest
Characters: Sam and Dean
He tastes the sweat of sin and salvation, sugar-sweet and salt-sour, tongue traveling the roads of sinew and skin and scars, lips alighting on nerves strung tight, breaths ghosting over the body of his brother together with the rest of him.
Title: Sub Rosa
Series: Sub Rosa
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings/Notes: Wincest, spoilers for 2x17, written a while ago, included here for the heck of it
Characters: Sam and Dean
They return to the hotel in silence, without another look back.
Another corpse, another monster dead, another memory to haunt him.
Dean begins packing their stuff instantly; ever-practical, ever-efficient. Even with everything.
Her touch lingers on his skin; her smell, her taste, her look. He hasn't even changed clothes afterwards and her essence clings to him like a stigma.
Dean's head snaps up from the guns as Sam rises from the bed, crawls out of the clothes on his way to the bathroom, wishes the water will wash away his wickedness.
Over the susurrus of the shower, he hears the soft -click- of the door, the steps on the tiles, the clink of the curtain.
He feels the brush of cool air, the warm arms wrapping around his waist, a plea in the pull. Steadfast strength at his back, the steady, alive thumps of a heart, the skim of stubble on his skin.
He can't do it. Can't control something this big, can't carry a burden like this, can't face the all-devouring abyss his life's becoming.
Can't stop his own fall. Can't prevent Dean going down with him, no matter what.
I'm here, assures the heavy head, the warm breath against his neck.
I've got you, murmurs the minute tightening of the arms.
No matter what, promises the kiss on his shoulder.
He curls into the childhood comfort he's long outgrown, and lets go. Here, within the privacy of a bathroom never theirs, it's okay, it's allowed, he doesn't need to be in control, doesn't need to keep himself in check, doesn't need to hold back.
It never lasts, and it's never enough, but if it's all he can have, he'll take it.
And that's all, folks. Sub Rosa's finished, though I may try my hand at wincest again in the future...the whole Ennead of the Muses willing. Or at least Erato. :)
I hope you've enjoyed these, even with all the alliteration-aardvarks and curious, squishy things that go splat in the night...
Beware of spoilers for 2x17 and 2x22.
Title: Yarrow
Series: Sub Rosa
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: Wincest, spoilers if you really squint for 2x22
Characters: Sam and Dean
He can't help but notice the yellow and white sprinkles spearheading the greenery's attempts at taking over the worn gravel of the roads, the intersection old, the ground hard. He can't help but notice the way the center looks recently disturbed, the calendar worn thin in his head.
"Don't", Dean says, slipping against him, pinning him against the sun-burnt black of the car, teeth and tongue and touch tracing Mine, marking him, his body willing.
They can't have forever, but at least they're making every moment between Now and Then count.
Title: Zeugma
Series: Sub Rosa
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: Wincest
Characters: Sam and Dean
He tastes the sweat of sin and salvation, sugar-sweet and salt-sour, tongue traveling the roads of sinew and skin and scars, lips alighting on nerves strung tight, breaths ghosting over the body of his brother together with the rest of him.
Title: Sub Rosa
Series: Sub Rosa
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings/Notes: Wincest, spoilers for 2x17, written a while ago, included here for the heck of it
Characters: Sam and Dean
They return to the hotel in silence, without another look back.
Another corpse, another monster dead, another memory to haunt him.
Dean begins packing their stuff instantly; ever-practical, ever-efficient. Even with everything.
Her touch lingers on his skin; her smell, her taste, her look. He hasn't even changed clothes afterwards and her essence clings to him like a stigma.
Dean's head snaps up from the guns as Sam rises from the bed, crawls out of the clothes on his way to the bathroom, wishes the water will wash away his wickedness.
Over the susurrus of the shower, he hears the soft -click- of the door, the steps on the tiles, the clink of the curtain.
He feels the brush of cool air, the warm arms wrapping around his waist, a plea in the pull. Steadfast strength at his back, the steady, alive thumps of a heart, the skim of stubble on his skin.
He can't do it. Can't control something this big, can't carry a burden like this, can't face the all-devouring abyss his life's becoming.
Can't stop his own fall. Can't prevent Dean going down with him, no matter what.
I'm here, assures the heavy head, the warm breath against his neck.
I've got you, murmurs the minute tightening of the arms.
No matter what, promises the kiss on his shoulder.
He curls into the childhood comfort he's long outgrown, and lets go. Here, within the privacy of a bathroom never theirs, it's okay, it's allowed, he doesn't need to be in control, doesn't need to keep himself in check, doesn't need to hold back.
It never lasts, and it's never enough, but if it's all he can have, he'll take it.
And that's all, folks. Sub Rosa's finished, though I may try my hand at wincest again in the future...the whole Ennead of the Muses willing. Or at least Erato. :)
I hope you've enjoyed these, even with all the alliteration-aardvarks and curious, squishy things that go splat in the night...