SPN Fic: Gotta Have You (2/5)
Title: Gotta Have You (2/5)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: angst!Dean and implied Wincest
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but if I did...
Summary: Dean's first days without Sam.
Notes: Written for dove95 and inspired by the song "Gotta Have You" by The Weepies
Day One
On his second night without sam, Dean fucked his way through the pain.
He awoke with a blinding headache, mouth dry and body throbbing from a variety of welts and bruises left over from the previous nights stupidity. And the gaping hole in his chest that his heart had once occupied still ached like an open wound, slowly draining away his determination to carry on.
What little daylight was left, Dean burned off, driving in idle silence as he did his best to ignore the vast empty space to his right. When the sun finally lay itself to rest for the evening, he found another bar and pulled in, indulging in a little hair of the dog seeming like the best possible plan. A little less seedy than the last, this bar's clientele was also more diverse, college students and travelers mingling easily with the locals.
Settling in with his beer and a bowl of peanuts, Dean scanned the room, the prospect of spending another night alone too much to bare on the heels of having already lost everything that meant anything to him. It took only moments for him to find what he was looking for, her loud joyful laugh drawing his attention like a spotlight. She was tall for a woman, all long legs and lanky arms, with short, tousled dark hair and eyes the color of fresh cut grass. Her most attractive feature, though, was the wide, mobile mouth that smiled so easily and, as Dean would soon find out, that she was more than willing to put to good use in other, more pleasurable, ways.
He pulled out his A game, plying her with charm and drinks, both of which were completely unnecessary since she'd been devouring Dean with her eyes from the moment he set foot in the room. Before he knew what hit him, they were back at her place and those long legs were wrapped around him, as good an anchor as any to hold Dean to the world.
On his second night without Sam, Dean fucked a girl that could have been the female version of the brother he missed so desperately, a close enough substitution to fill the void without ever being in danger of replacing him. Within her warm, willing body he lost himself, let the quicksilver heat of lust burn everything from his mind but the shattering bliss of the moment. And if, as he released into her depths with explosive intensity, it was another's name on his lips, she never had to know.
As morning came, Dean lay sleepless in a strange bed, his body littered with the scratches and bite marks of a woman whose name he couldn't remember even though she slept, her body a warm weight pressed against his side. With burning eyes and a tight chest, Dean watched the sun rise through grimly windows draped in cheap flowered curtains and wondered what flaw within himself had allowed any of this to seem alright.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: angst!Dean and implied Wincest
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but if I did...
Summary: Dean's first days without Sam.
Notes: Written for dove95 and inspired by the song "Gotta Have You" by The Weepies
Day One
On his second night without sam, Dean fucked his way through the pain.
He awoke with a blinding headache, mouth dry and body throbbing from a variety of welts and bruises left over from the previous nights stupidity. And the gaping hole in his chest that his heart had once occupied still ached like an open wound, slowly draining away his determination to carry on.
What little daylight was left, Dean burned off, driving in idle silence as he did his best to ignore the vast empty space to his right. When the sun finally lay itself to rest for the evening, he found another bar and pulled in, indulging in a little hair of the dog seeming like the best possible plan. A little less seedy than the last, this bar's clientele was also more diverse, college students and travelers mingling easily with the locals.
Settling in with his beer and a bowl of peanuts, Dean scanned the room, the prospect of spending another night alone too much to bare on the heels of having already lost everything that meant anything to him. It took only moments for him to find what he was looking for, her loud joyful laugh drawing his attention like a spotlight. She was tall for a woman, all long legs and lanky arms, with short, tousled dark hair and eyes the color of fresh cut grass. Her most attractive feature, though, was the wide, mobile mouth that smiled so easily and, as Dean would soon find out, that she was more than willing to put to good use in other, more pleasurable, ways.
He pulled out his A game, plying her with charm and drinks, both of which were completely unnecessary since she'd been devouring Dean with her eyes from the moment he set foot in the room. Before he knew what hit him, they were back at her place and those long legs were wrapped around him, as good an anchor as any to hold Dean to the world.
On his second night without Sam, Dean fucked a girl that could have been the female version of the brother he missed so desperately, a close enough substitution to fill the void without ever being in danger of replacing him. Within her warm, willing body he lost himself, let the quicksilver heat of lust burn everything from his mind but the shattering bliss of the moment. And if, as he released into her depths with explosive intensity, it was another's name on his lips, she never had to know.
As morning came, Dean lay sleepless in a strange bed, his body littered with the scratches and bite marks of a woman whose name he couldn't remember even though she slept, her body a warm weight pressed against his side. With burning eyes and a tight chest, Dean watched the sun rise through grimly windows draped in cheap flowered curtains and wondered what flaw within himself had allowed any of this to seem alright.