SPN fic: "Blood and Bone"

[mona1347]

So I haven't written ANYTHING post-able in a long time. But I made this for my poisontaster because she's awesome and she should only have good things like porn and glitter and kittens in baskets.

Title: Blood and Bone
Word Count: ~ 1,300
Warnings/Rating: Wincest. Porniness. Strangely pretentious, disjointed prose.
Spoilers: Specific event of "In My Time of

Comments

[without_me]

OH. Oh, yes.

[coiledsoul]

this is a perfect examination of the whole their two halves make and why it would come to this after john dies. the inevitably of it. i love it. great work.

[offtheceiling]

Man, this still gets me. It's so PRETTY, baby. Pretentious looks good on you. ;)

[poisontaster]

Sam realizes he's agreed to go do something, somewhere, and all he can think about is Dean's rough thumb rubbing over the soft hair behind his ear.
I've HAD this moment. Where you'd say or do anything because your brain is just...somewhere else. Like your groin. Gnngh.

because everything that doesn't start with "Dad is dead and Sammy is the only reason for anything anymore" feels like a heavy, horrible lie
YES. Just... You know. I know you know and you know I know. *nods* We know.

If Dean thinks it enough, it just becomes another meaningless word, sounds he makes with his mouth, and Dean's always preferred action to talk anyway
*nods* YES, dammit. Just...noise in your head. And you can tune out the noise, if you try hard enough.

There is a sound Dean makes - arrhythmic, voiceless and breathy - when Sam is finally seated fully within him, balls pressed against up against Dean's heat. Sam thought he could have catalogued every noise Dean's ever made, but he never heard that one until this

[mona1347]

*BEAMS LIKE THE SUN AND CLINGS TO YOU 4-EVA AND EVA AND EVA AND EVA AND...*

[ignipes]

This is lovely, darling. I love the flow of the language and the powerful, fierce way they love each other, how you make it seem so clear it couldn't be any other way. Wonderful. ♥