[Fic] sometimesophie: Goblin Market
[ Sam/Dean ]
Title: Goblin Market
Writer: sometimesophie
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: Sam/Dean pre-slash or UST
Rating: PG-13
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]
Dean falls prey to a wasting curse, and Sam struggles to save him. "ambiguously sexual fic", licking.
Length: 7,722 words
Summary: Before he’d grown too old for them, Sam had wanted to be told normal stories; before that, the stories about the little men who sold their fruit for something no mortal could afford had been his very favourite.
Reccer's notes: An early-season casefic featuring a sublime and creepy monster and underpinned by Sam's deep love for Dean. Based on this 1862 poem, the sexuality of this fic (as in the original poem) is subtle but oh, so delicious.
[Short excerpt]
A goblin with a lark’s head steps out of the trees. It tilts its head and regards him with beady black eyes. A little man appears to Sam’s left, smiling wide with filthy teeth and a flickering tongue. Behind him, something slithers out from the undergrowth. Wind whispers through the branches, and then they’re all there, stepping out from the gloom, too many to count and moving towards him, some pushing crates over-spilling with fruit in front of them, others dragging the boxes behind them. The ones who can are smiling ingratiatingly as they gather around, the ones lacking the features to do so rub up against his shins, push against his hands, clucking and murmuring and gobbling and mewing.
“Good sirs,” Sam manages, swallowing back bile. “I’d like to buy some of your fruit.” He fumbles for his wallet. “As much as you can spare.”
The goblins nod, their eyes gleaming, and their gnarled hands are suddenly full of raspberries and nectarines, grapes and blueberries, melons and oranges, holding them out to Sam, plump and ripe and delicious. He tries not to look at them, but it’s impossible. The soft fuzz of a peach looks like a normal life back at Stanford.