PixCT: 07.22

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It's that time again...

Fic

Slash (Dean/Sam)

Adult

~330

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Today
DruCT: 07.22
My fic:

Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot

Adult rating

~330 words

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They liked to watch the trains come in, big engines rumbling down the tracks, while they lay on their bellies on the grassy bank overlooking the tracks. It was mostly freight trains, cars loaded with cargo meant for sale in another city down the way. Only rarely did one of the passenger trains come in, so much sleeker and modern than the old grimy engines that hauled simple cargo.

Every once in a while, when things got bad, when they didn’t have a lot to eat, when Dad was gone for weeks at a time, when they got the power shut off in the house they were renting, they talked about hopping on the train, taking it west, all the way out to the ocean. They had plans for this, how they could scramble down the side of the valley and hop onto the box car before it rushed away down the tracks. How they would make their money, earn their keep, and go on living together.

But, the plans stayed plans and never transformed into actions, and it was always for the best, Dean figured. He loved the idea of running away with Sam, but he knew enough to know that they were better off with Dad than away.

Still, it didn’t stop Sam from dreaming. Sam, who pressed himself up tight against Dean when they were in bed together, the steady drop-dropping of the leaking roof singing them to sleep. After sex, after something slow and teasing with Dad out of the house and cocks soft and sweaty hair still clinging to their foreheads, Sam said, “We’ll go there someday, right?”

And Dean asked, “Where?”

“The ocean. West. Where the trains go.”

Dean sighed and smiled and wrapped an arm around Sam’s waist to bring him closer. Loved the idea of traveling. Hated the idea of Sam not being with him. “Yeah,” he said, pressing his nose against Sam’s temple, closing his eyes, “someday we’ll go.”

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