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For writercon100
Dean/Sam. Literary siblings.
“Leto and Ghanima.” Sam’s voice cuts through the heavy silence of the motel room.
“What?” Dean feels like he should at least look at him, but it’s so hot he doesn’t want to move from where they’ve flopped over, tired and fucked-out.
“The brother and sister in the Dune series.”
“I could’ve told you that.”
“You read a book?” Dean ignores the jibe. He reaches over and touches Sam’s lips.
“They’re all gone, aren’t they? Dad was the last.”
“All they had was each other, in the end. I guess we’re the same.”
They come together, sweat cooling fevered skin.
Dean/Sam. Literary siblings.
“Leto and Ghanima.” Sam’s voice cuts through the heavy silence of the motel room.
“What?” Dean feels like he should at least look at him, but it’s so hot he doesn’t want to move from where they’ve flopped over, tired and fucked-out.
“The brother and sister in the Dune series.”
“I could’ve told you that.”
“You read a book?” Dean ignores the jibe. He reaches over and touches Sam’s lips.
“They’re all gone, aren’t they? Dad was the last.”
“All they had was each other, in the end. I guess we’re the same.”
They come together, sweat cooling fevered skin.