Staccato

Jul 26, 2010 09:18

 

Usually Sam makes sure Dean knows he’s coming.  His footsteps as he approaches are T-Rex heavy and, if he’s left his brother able, Dean will always try to crawl away.

Sam grins as Dean tries his futile evasion, amazed that his brother still has the will to fight.  The frantic pounding of Dean’s heart is staccato percussion and Sam can count each beat.  Sam’s the cymbals to Dean’s snare drum, timing his thrusts to crash in perfect counterpoint to Dean’s pulse- Dean’s cries. The tempo increases as the performance goes on, building to a frenzy hours before the grand finale.


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