it stretched them both like the coils of a spring, too far, too tight; and Dean bent to him again, folded Sam into him and covered his mouth in a sideways, sloppy kiss. Breathing in his cries, swallowing them, and giving back silence.
This fic is so pitch-perfect, there's so much suggestion here, yet so little defined. I love how the reader is lulled into a sense of complacency at first, like this marking is something necessary, like cauterizing a physical wound, and then with the mirroring of Dean's wounds it suddenly seems so much darker, more intense, and more layered. And then, the last lines just broke my heart.
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it stretched them both like the coils of a spring, too far, too tight; and Dean bent to him again, folded Sam into him and covered his mouth in a sideways, sloppy kiss. Breathing in his cries, swallowing them, and giving back silence.
beautiful, so beautiful it hurts.
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