[fic] twoskeletons: From the Inside
[ Rarepair FPF: Dean/Alastair ]
Title: From the Inside
Writer: twoskeletons
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Dean/Alastair
Rating: R
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]torture, non-con
Length: ~2,400 words
Summary: Set between 4x10 and 4x15. "Oh, my boy. Did you really think I'd let you go so easily?"
Reccer's notes: This fic does a lot in a very small space. Its Alastair is eerily canon, and it deals with what life might have been like for Dean - and Sam, for that matter - post Hell in a very realistic way. It's creepy and heart breaking without losing the wry Winchester humor that I love so very much in canon SPN.
[Short excerpt]He's never sure that they're just dreams until he wakes up.
"Don't be afraid to get creative, kiddo," Alastair had said, and Dean remembers all too clearly the first drive from Pontiac to Sioux Falls after he escaped the grave. The mundane shit on the radio and the blueness of the sky, the aching thrill in his heart at the thought of seeing Bobby again. Every time the song changed or he hit a pothole, every time he thought about Sam so hard that his chest hurt, Dean had expected the world to disappear. It was too good to be true. He expected the land and sky to melt back into Hell, and for Alastair to appear in the passenger side with a wink and a made you look, holding that familiar blade.
"Oh, my boy," he might say. "Did you really think I'd let you go so easily?"