PixCT: 10-23
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~2070 words
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My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~2070 words
ETA: Ideas from this fic--specifically, the bells--were stolen and used in Light a Roman Candle.
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"Aren't we going to get caught?" she asked.
Kevin shook his head as he extended a hand to help her crawl under the old wrought-iron gates. "Nobody comes here." He smiled sheepishly. "Well, at least at this time of the night."
Holly sighed, brushing off the dust and dirt from her clothes. She hoped there weren’t any lingering spiders attached to her clothing. "If we get attacked by ghosts, I'm so blaming you."
"We'll be fine," Kevin assured her. He pointed his flashlight down the corridor and nodded in the direction of the light. "If we follow that, it'll take us into the main cathedral."
"Is that where they're—" Holly began but stopped. The question didn't seem right to ask aloud, almost sacrilegious, really.
"Yeah," Kevin replied softly, nodding his head. It was the only reason they were coming here at all.
The cathedral was one of the few religious buildings that had survived The War. Holly always capitalized it in her head, just like her grandpa did when he spoke of it. That light, subtle emphasis at the beginning of the words to show respect for those who had been lost in the battle. Holly's grandpa had a brother who had been a friend of Bobby Singer's. Yes, The Bobby Singer who had been right in the middle of The War.
Grandpa didn't know everything. Admitted his knowledge was only bits and pieces from what he had heard from his brother who only had his own bits and pieces from what Bobby had told—had left behind in scattered journals—after it was all over. In the end, nobody was sure where the truth ended and the myths began. In the end, nobody really cared to know. All that mattered was that when humans had fought against demons—good against evil—the humans won.
Now, Kevin turned around once they had reached the double doors and said, "You ready?" His face was excited. Nervous, yes, but excited all the same. Kevin thrived off this religious history stuff. Sometimes, Holly wondered if he was friends with her only because she happened to be the granddaughter of a brother of a friend of Bobby Singer's. The closest connection Kevin could get to finding somebody who had actually been in The War.
Holly nodded, and Kevin, taking a deep breath, pushed open the doors. The doors creaked loudly on their massive hinges, the sound echoing through the empty chambers, and dust filtered through the illumination of Kevin's flashlight. When the doors were at last opened enough for them to step through, Kevin went inside the room with Holly close behind.
He flicked his flashlight over the space. The walls were covered with cobwebs and unreadable names etched into the rock. There were no pictures on the wall and the candleholders held more dust than wax now. After a moment, Kevin's flashlight landed on the massive granite coffin in the middle of the room.
"Is that..." Holly began. "I thought there were...The both of them?"
Cautiously, Kevin stepped forward, closer to the tomb, and something crunched underneath his foot. He snapped the light to the ground only to see dried flowers scattered around the outside of the coffin. He looked up at Holly and smiled.
"No big. Just probably what people brought here afterwards."
She nodded and rubbed her arms; it was colder in here than she had assumed it'd be and she hadn’t dressed for it. After several moments, her curiosity got the better of her and she went to stand beside Kevin next to the tomb.
"They're both in here," Kevin whispered.
"They are?"
Kevin nodded and directed his flashlight at the inscription on the lid of the coffin. And yep, there were both of their names, birth dates, death dates, and at the bottom, a small symbol of what Holly thought looked like a devil's trap.
Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. So. They had been real people after all. She was almost surprised. It was like finding the grave of Hercules or something.
"Bobby brought them here," Kevin said, narrowing his eyebrows. "Right?"
She nodded. She knew the story well—almost as well as Kevin himself. "Yeah. After...after it was all over, Bobby brought them here."
"I thought hunters burned the bodies so the ghosts didn't come back."
Holly shrugged. "Grandpa said Bobby couldn't do it. It was too hard for him. The Winchesters were like his kids." She looked up at Kevin, his face shadowed in the bleak illumination of the flashlight. "I mean, really, could you imagine having to burn your kids?"
Kevin shook his head. "So, he was okay with their ghosts coming back?"
"I don't know. I asked Grandpa that. He said his brother told him Bobby's journal had been very, I guess, vague about it."
"Vague?" Kevin echoed. He was looking back at the tomb where the two Winchesters lay together, a weird mix of fascination and fear on his face.
"Yeah. Sort of made some off-hand comment in his writing about, like, something about them both coming back from the dead once, so he didn't see why they couldn't do it again?" She shrugged, lost and realizing how silly she sounded saying it aloud. "I guess Bobby wrote a bit, too, about the things Sam could do with his powers—if that’s what you want to call them—when he was alive, so Bobby wanted to see if there was something he could do when he wasn't, well, alive."
"They came back from the dead before?" Kevin asked. This was apparently new information for him, given his wide, curious eyes.
"Grandpa wasn't sure. He thought maybe Bobby was being cryptic about something. Like, a hunter's code sort of thing. That it wasn’t supposed to be taken literally. Because, I mean, really, who can come back from the dead?"
"Yeah, well," Kevin replied. "Who would've thought The War could've happened as it did?"
Holly didn't have an answer for that one. It'd been a little over fifty-seven years since the end of The War, and people would still shake their heads in disbelief that it had all really happened—even if nobody knew exactly what had really happened.
Based on what her grandpa had told her and what she was able to find in the limited occult section of the campus library, she had a basic idea of what had happened. A demon named Lilith had wanted to—Holly assumed—end the world and kill Sam. But Sam had powers that nobody really understood, and when Lilith and her army went to attack Sam and the rest of the hunters, Sam retaliated.
This was where things got muddled. Some people said that the rivers filled with blood on those last days before the end of The War. Others said that people all over the world started waking up with black eyes when demons possessed their bodies and you couldn’t tell a friend from an enemy. Grandpa said he remembered that the sky went as black as night for days. Even more muddled was that nobody really knew exactly how Sam had defeated Lilith.
What could be agreed upon was that in the western states, it seemed as if an atomic bomb went off on that day. Houses and buildings were leveled, people vanished into dust, and afterwards, there was a large crater in the middle of Montana that hadn’t been there before. The bells of churches all over the States began ringing wildly, uncontrolled, and most of the churches fell after hours of the deafening reverberations shaking their frames.
After the bells stopped, everything was silent and the sun was shining overhead, and people said that's how they knew The War was over.
"How do you think Dean died? Do you think Sam meant to kill him?" Kevin asked.
Holly paused and thought. Two brothers sharing one coffin. Bobby couldn’t separate them even in death.
She shook her head. "No."
Kevin looked down at her. "What do you think happened? To Dean, I mean. Does your grandpa know?"
"No. Nobody really knows what happened to Dean. I think..." She stopped, words lingering. "I think he went down with Sam because he wanted to. I don't think it was an accident at all...him just getting caught in the flames or anything. I think Dean loved Sam so much, he wasn't going to live without him, and when Sam went out, Dean did too." She imagined the two of them, standing side by side, as the world collapsed down around them.
Kevin nodded, and then, he suddenly stiffened. The flashlight dropped from his hands and clattered to the floor, rolling away.
"Kevin?" Holly said, scared. She reached forward, shaking him, but when he turned to look at her, there was something unfamiliar in his eyes.
"He'll be back," Kevin said, a new graveled tone to his voice. "I promise. I won't hurt him." He smiled. "And hey, not a bad story about that Dean guy. Got it pretty close to the truth, kid."
Holly opened her mouth to scream, but as soon as she did, she felt an overwhelming wave of sleepiness and comfort pass over her, and she collapsed into it, unafraid.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself. "Dammit," she groaned. "Why do I always get stuck with the girl? I'm sick of being the girl."
Kevin laughed. "Because you are one." He raised an eyebrow. "Her hair kinda looks like yours did. All long and pretty and stuff." Leaning forward, he sniffed Holly's hair. "Mm, even uses the same fruity shampoo you did."
"Shut up," Holly grumbled, but her words held no anger. She only looked at Kevin with love when she said, "Been a while since we've been out."
"Not like this is exactly the hot spot to come visiting. And really, though, it's only been, what? A week since we've done this?"
"Well," Holly said, pushing Kevin to fall backwards onto the lid of the tomb so that she leaned over him, smiling, "a week is really way too long. Feels way too long."
Kevin chuckled, his tongue peeking out to run along his bottom lip. "You horny bastard. Can't keep your hands off me?"
"Shut up," Holly groaned, and she bent down, taking Kevin's face in her hands and kissing him fiercely.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Kevin said, pushing her back for a moment. "Not that I'm wanting to stop this, because, damn, but um, are they..." He made a motion to their bodies. "They're not feeling this, right? Because, somehow, having them remember all this is just going to be really awkward for them in the morning."
Holly shook her head. "No. They both feel like they're sleeping. Won't remember or know any of this. Not going to do what those demons used to do—forcing people to watch." She shuddered. "I'm not inhumane, sheesh."
"Okay, good, good. All systems go, then," Kevin said and reached up to kiss Holly again, tangling his fingers in her hair. He spread his legs so she could fall, fit between and lie on top of him.
"I do have to say," Kevin began after a long moment, "that there is a drag about you being a girl."
"Mmm? How's that?" Holly said, lifting her head from where she was kissing her way along Kevin's neck.
Kevin grinned and squeezed Holly's butt. "Your cock. Fuckin' beautiful. Could’ve stared at that all day."
Holly rose up and slapped him playfully. "Really? That's all you miss? You're so shallow sometimes."
The smile still remained on Kevin's face, but his eyes softened. "No. I missed this. You...like this. Being together."
"Me too," Holly whispered. "I miss just...being able to lie in bed...in the mornings together."
Kevin swallowed hard. "Yeah." He paused, taking in Holly's face with wet eyes. He lifted a hand, rubbing a thumb across her cheekbone. "I wouldn't have changed it though. Would've still gone in with you at the end there."
"I know," Holly replied, voice thick.
"C'mere," Kevin said, and he pulled Holly tight to his chest. She tucked her head beneath his chin, curling up against him.
"I lo—"
"Don't," he whispered, giving her a gentle squeeze. "I know you do." He smiled to himself, sweet and private, looking up at the darkened ceiling. "And yeah, me too." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Always have. Always will."
End
Fic:
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
- - - - -
Today
Dru's Pic Pick
"Aren't we going to get caught?" she asked.
Kevin shook his head as he extended a hand to help her crawl under the old wrought-iron gates. "Nobody comes here." He smiled sheepishly. "Well, at least at this time of the night."
Holly sighed, brushing off the dust and dirt from her clothes. She hoped there weren’t any lingering spiders attached to her clothing. "If we get attacked by ghosts, I'm so blaming you."
"We'll be fine," Kevin assured her. He pointed his flashlight down the corridor and nodded in the direction of the light. "If we follow that, it'll take us into the main cathedral."
"Is that where they're—" Holly began but stopped. The question didn't seem right to ask aloud, almost sacrilegious, really.
"Yeah," Kevin replied softly, nodding his head. It was the only reason they were coming here at all.
The cathedral was one of the few religious buildings that had survived The War. Holly always capitalized it in her head, just like her grandpa did when he spoke of it. That light, subtle emphasis at the beginning of the words to show respect for those who had been lost in the battle. Holly's grandpa had a brother who had been a friend of Bobby Singer's. Yes, The Bobby Singer who had been right in the middle of The War.
Grandpa didn't know everything. Admitted his knowledge was only bits and pieces from what he had heard from his brother who only had his own bits and pieces from what Bobby had told—had left behind in scattered journals—after it was all over. In the end, nobody was sure where the truth ended and the myths began. In the end, nobody really cared to know. All that mattered was that when humans had fought against demons—good against evil—the humans won.
Now, Kevin turned around once they had reached the double doors and said, "You ready?" His face was excited. Nervous, yes, but excited all the same. Kevin thrived off this religious history stuff. Sometimes, Holly wondered if he was friends with her only because she happened to be the granddaughter of a brother of a friend of Bobby Singer's. The closest connection Kevin could get to finding somebody who had actually been in The War.
Holly nodded, and Kevin, taking a deep breath, pushed open the doors. The doors creaked loudly on their massive hinges, the sound echoing through the empty chambers, and dust filtered through the illumination of Kevin's flashlight. When the doors were at last opened enough for them to step through, Kevin went inside the room with Holly close behind.
He flicked his flashlight over the space. The walls were covered with cobwebs and unreadable names etched into the rock. There were no pictures on the wall and the candleholders held more dust than wax now. After a moment, Kevin's flashlight landed on the massive granite coffin in the middle of the room.
"Is that..." Holly began. "I thought there were...The both of them?"
Cautiously, Kevin stepped forward, closer to the tomb, and something crunched underneath his foot. He snapped the light to the ground only to see dried flowers scattered around the outside of the coffin. He looked up at Holly and smiled.
"No big. Just probably what people brought here afterwards."
She nodded and rubbed her arms; it was colder in here than she had assumed it'd be and she hadn’t dressed for it. After several moments, her curiosity got the better of her and she went to stand beside Kevin next to the tomb.
"They're both in here," Kevin whispered.
"They are?"
Kevin nodded and directed his flashlight at the inscription on the lid of the coffin. And yep, there were both of their names, birth dates, death dates, and at the bottom, a small symbol of what Holly thought looked like a devil's trap.
Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. So. They had been real people after all. She was almost surprised. It was like finding the grave of Hercules or something.
"Bobby brought them here," Kevin said, narrowing his eyebrows. "Right?"
She nodded. She knew the story well—almost as well as Kevin himself. "Yeah. After...after it was all over, Bobby brought them here."
"I thought hunters burned the bodies so the ghosts didn't come back."
Holly shrugged. "Grandpa said Bobby couldn't do it. It was too hard for him. The Winchesters were like his kids." She looked up at Kevin, his face shadowed in the bleak illumination of the flashlight. "I mean, really, could you imagine having to burn your kids?"
Kevin shook his head. "So, he was okay with their ghosts coming back?"
"I don't know. I asked Grandpa that. He said his brother told him Bobby's journal had been very, I guess, vague about it."
"Vague?" Kevin echoed. He was looking back at the tomb where the two Winchesters lay together, a weird mix of fascination and fear on his face.
"Yeah. Sort of made some off-hand comment in his writing about, like, something about them both coming back from the dead once, so he didn't see why they couldn't do it again?" She shrugged, lost and realizing how silly she sounded saying it aloud. "I guess Bobby wrote a bit, too, about the things Sam could do with his powers—if that’s what you want to call them—when he was alive, so Bobby wanted to see if there was something he could do when he wasn't, well, alive."
"They came back from the dead before?" Kevin asked. This was apparently new information for him, given his wide, curious eyes.
"Grandpa wasn't sure. He thought maybe Bobby was being cryptic about something. Like, a hunter's code sort of thing. That it wasn’t supposed to be taken literally. Because, I mean, really, who can come back from the dead?"
"Yeah, well," Kevin replied. "Who would've thought The War could've happened as it did?"
Holly didn't have an answer for that one. It'd been a little over fifty-seven years since the end of The War, and people would still shake their heads in disbelief that it had all really happened—even if nobody knew exactly what had really happened.
Based on what her grandpa had told her and what she was able to find in the limited occult section of the campus library, she had a basic idea of what had happened. A demon named Lilith had wanted to—Holly assumed—end the world and kill Sam. But Sam had powers that nobody really understood, and when Lilith and her army went to attack Sam and the rest of the hunters, Sam retaliated.
This was where things got muddled. Some people said that the rivers filled with blood on those last days before the end of The War. Others said that people all over the world started waking up with black eyes when demons possessed their bodies and you couldn’t tell a friend from an enemy. Grandpa said he remembered that the sky went as black as night for days. Even more muddled was that nobody really knew exactly how Sam had defeated Lilith.
What could be agreed upon was that in the western states, it seemed as if an atomic bomb went off on that day. Houses and buildings were leveled, people vanished into dust, and afterwards, there was a large crater in the middle of Montana that hadn’t been there before. The bells of churches all over the States began ringing wildly, uncontrolled, and most of the churches fell after hours of the deafening reverberations shaking their frames.
After the bells stopped, everything was silent and the sun was shining overhead, and people said that's how they knew The War was over.
"How do you think Dean died? Do you think Sam meant to kill him?" Kevin asked.
Holly paused and thought. Two brothers sharing one coffin. Bobby couldn’t separate them even in death.
She shook her head. "No."
Kevin looked down at her. "What do you think happened? To Dean, I mean. Does your grandpa know?"
"No. Nobody really knows what happened to Dean. I think..." She stopped, words lingering. "I think he went down with Sam because he wanted to. I don't think it was an accident at all...him just getting caught in the flames or anything. I think Dean loved Sam so much, he wasn't going to live without him, and when Sam went out, Dean did too." She imagined the two of them, standing side by side, as the world collapsed down around them.
Kevin nodded, and then, he suddenly stiffened. The flashlight dropped from his hands and clattered to the floor, rolling away.
"Kevin?" Holly said, scared. She reached forward, shaking him, but when he turned to look at her, there was something unfamiliar in his eyes.
"He'll be back," Kevin said, a new graveled tone to his voice. "I promise. I won't hurt him." He smiled. "And hey, not a bad story about that Dean guy. Got it pretty close to the truth, kid."
Holly opened her mouth to scream, but as soon as she did, she felt an overwhelming wave of sleepiness and comfort pass over her, and she collapsed into it, unafraid.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself. "Dammit," she groaned. "Why do I always get stuck with the girl? I'm sick of being the girl."
Kevin laughed. "Because you are one." He raised an eyebrow. "Her hair kinda looks like yours did. All long and pretty and stuff." Leaning forward, he sniffed Holly's hair. "Mm, even uses the same fruity shampoo you did."
"Shut up," Holly grumbled, but her words held no anger. She only looked at Kevin with love when she said, "Been a while since we've been out."
"Not like this is exactly the hot spot to come visiting. And really, though, it's only been, what? A week since we've done this?"
"Well," Holly said, pushing Kevin to fall backwards onto the lid of the tomb so that she leaned over him, smiling, "a week is really way too long. Feels way too long."
Kevin chuckled, his tongue peeking out to run along his bottom lip. "You horny bastard. Can't keep your hands off me?"
"Shut up," Holly groaned, and she bent down, taking Kevin's face in her hands and kissing him fiercely.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Kevin said, pushing her back for a moment. "Not that I'm wanting to stop this, because, damn, but um, are they..." He made a motion to their bodies. "They're not feeling this, right? Because, somehow, having them remember all this is just going to be really awkward for them in the morning."
Holly shook her head. "No. They both feel like they're sleeping. Won't remember or know any of this. Not going to do what those demons used to do—forcing people to watch." She shuddered. "I'm not inhumane, sheesh."
"Okay, good, good. All systems go, then," Kevin said and reached up to kiss Holly again, tangling his fingers in her hair. He spread his legs so she could fall, fit between and lie on top of him.
"I do have to say," Kevin began after a long moment, "that there is a drag about you being a girl."
"Mmm? How's that?" Holly said, lifting her head from where she was kissing her way along Kevin's neck.
Kevin grinned and squeezed Holly's butt. "Your cock. Fuckin' beautiful. Could’ve stared at that all day."
Holly rose up and slapped him playfully. "Really? That's all you miss? You're so shallow sometimes."
The smile still remained on Kevin's face, but his eyes softened. "No. I missed this. You...like this. Being together."
"Me too," Holly whispered. "I miss just...being able to lie in bed...in the mornings together."
Kevin swallowed hard. "Yeah." He paused, taking in Holly's face with wet eyes. He lifted a hand, rubbing a thumb across her cheekbone. "I wouldn't have changed it though. Would've still gone in with you at the end there."
"I know," Holly replied, voice thick.
"C'mere," Kevin said, and he pulled Holly tight to his chest. She tucked her head beneath his chin, curling up against him.
"I lo—"
"Don't," he whispered, giving her a gentle squeeze. "I know you do." He smiled to himself, sweet and private, looking up at the darkened ceiling. "And yeah, me too." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Always have. Always will."
End
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Date: 2009-01-08 06:25 pm (UTC)And Sam, Dean and Bobby becoming the stuff of legends is just fantastic. God I wish that SPN would do one of these future things after it's all over.
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Date: 2009-01-08 09:39 pm (UTC)Thank you!