[Fic] callistosh65: Until It All Falls Down
[ Themed: genderswap ]
Title: Until It All Falls Down
Writer: callistosh65
Alternate links: on AO3
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Sam/Girl!Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read](underage; incest)
Length: ~5000
Summary: Jess burned, Dad died, Mom never really was, and Samuel never mattered. She figures if surviving all that doesn’t entitle Sam and her to each other for ever and ever, then Castiel in his heaven can sit on her middle finger and rotate.
She once said that aloud, expecting a little shock and derision from the brother who’d prayed every day once upon a time. But all he said was ‘amen’ before he crowded her against a wall and kissed her.
(Pre-series to season 6)
Reccer's notes: This fic is the PERFECT blend of excellent character exploration and smoking hot porn. Deanna is a rare and wonderful girl--so very Dean but way more comfortable with herself than the canon male Winchester we know and love. This fic explicitly wrestles with the siblings' love for one another -- the form that it should take and what they should be allowed to have -- and delivers heartfelt, character-driven smut of the highest order. I cannot recommend this highly enough.
[Short excerpt]A slow-bleeding slice from a witch’s claw will put a dent in any girl’s junior prom, but she doesn’t really mind. Never wanted to go in the first place, truth be told. She’s fucked and blown every guy worth a damn in that stinking high school, and doesn’t want to watch them ignore her while they clutch at girls they’d rather be seen with. So yeah, she’s sore, but she’s also got a newly opened bottle of Jack on the countertop and she’s got Sam fussing around with the kit as he lays everything out just so under the harsh fluorescent in the bathroom. She’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet waiting for His Prissiness to declare it all ready. They’ve dragged in a chair for the real thing, because it’s a big bathroom and Sammy says the toilet lid is too low and far from the light for him to see properly, and heaven forbid he not approach this with his usual need to stamp order in the chaos.