Supernatural fic: Celebration
Title: Celebration
Author: Shealynn
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, but oh, how I wish they were…
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: incest, angst
Author’s Note: This was written for the "Party" prompt at slashthedrabble. It turned out a bit less happy than I'd originally planned.
Word Count: 300 words
Sam shut the door of the ubiquitous hotel room behind them, hands shaking with the adrenaline of the kill, and Dean collapsed against him. They were both exhausted and gritty with dirt and blood and things best left unnamed, desperate for the reassurance of each other's bodies.
Sam tasted pain and Yagermeister on Dean's tongue. Alcohol and this war of craving lips and hands, scraping at denim and skin, were the only way to celebrate that they were still alive. One more evil was destroyed behind them, an endless supply waited ahead.
Sam pressed feverishly against Dean in a need for intimacy, some reassurance that this was worthwhile, that it meant something, that this life with his brother was worth everything else that he'd lost. Sam felt tired, so tired, but the road that stretched ahead of them seemed less impossible when Dean's hands were on him, when his tongue traced long, wet lines against Sam's jaw and lips.
There were words for this wrong. Incest. Fucked up. But somehow, the guilt diminished under the weight of the other wrongs, those of lost friends and family, the wrongs of death and pain and never having a home.
So Sam ignored the petty voice in his mind that whispered jibes and accusations, and lost himself in the flavor of smoke on his brother's skin, the slight coppery spice of blood from the cup of Dean's collarbone. He tasted and grasped and pressed with a desperation born of hopelessless, trusting that the simplicity of mouths and hands and tongues would wipe away the horror of the last few months and hide the darkness that was all he could see of the future. If only for a moment, this painful, desperate intimacy would push aside the emptiness that threatened, and Sam welcomed it.
Author: Shealynn
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, but oh, how I wish they were…
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: incest, angst
Author’s Note: This was written for the "Party" prompt at slashthedrabble. It turned out a bit less happy than I'd originally planned.
Word Count: 300 words
Sam shut the door of the ubiquitous hotel room behind them, hands shaking with the adrenaline of the kill, and Dean collapsed against him. They were both exhausted and gritty with dirt and blood and things best left unnamed, desperate for the reassurance of each other's bodies.
Sam tasted pain and Yagermeister on Dean's tongue. Alcohol and this war of craving lips and hands, scraping at denim and skin, were the only way to celebrate that they were still alive. One more evil was destroyed behind them, an endless supply waited ahead.
Sam pressed feverishly against Dean in a need for intimacy, some reassurance that this was worthwhile, that it meant something, that this life with his brother was worth everything else that he'd lost. Sam felt tired, so tired, but the road that stretched ahead of them seemed less impossible when Dean's hands were on him, when his tongue traced long, wet lines against Sam's jaw and lips.
There were words for this wrong. Incest. Fucked up. But somehow, the guilt diminished under the weight of the other wrongs, those of lost friends and family, the wrongs of death and pain and never having a home.
So Sam ignored the petty voice in his mind that whispered jibes and accusations, and lost himself in the flavor of smoke on his brother's skin, the slight coppery spice of blood from the cup of Dean's collarbone. He tasted and grasped and pressed with a desperation born of hopelessless, trusting that the simplicity of mouths and hands and tongues would wipe away the horror of the last few months and hide the darkness that was all he could see of the future. If only for a moment, this painful, desperate intimacy would push aside the emptiness that threatened, and Sam welcomed it.