ext_41090 ([identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] tiptoe39 2011-07-02 01:14 am (UTC)

sam dean and ruby as requested.

Suppose she doesn't get killed. Suppose Dean doesn't get there in time. Suppose she lives on.

The world goes dark. Lucifer walks. Sam is never cleansed, he stays addicted, and Dean can't abandon him no matter what. He's losing faith in anything besides pain, and when Famine marches across the land, he hungers for closeness, he hungers for Sam.

He finds them in bed together and tears her away from him, touching his own mouth to her opened vein. He will drink the demon blood too, if that means Sam will be closer to him again.

He doesn't expect it to go to his head like wine; he doesn't expect it to sink to his gut like a pinup. He's suddenly ravaging her body as well as her blood; when Sam reasserts himself, grabbing her by the waist, Dean snarls at him like an angry dog until he realizes he's holding her waist, guiding her up and down on Dean's cock, so she's free to touch herself and gasp and open her arm for them to drink. Her blood-soaked hand touches Dean's lips, then Sam's, and then forces them forward an inch at a time until they're breathing into each other's mouths. Then they forgo her entirely, kissing and licking desperately while she rides weightless between them, kicking her legs forward and shaking violently, laughing as she comes, the conductor in this concerto of their destruction.

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