Ficlet: Coccyx
Oh wow, two fic-ish things posted in one day. Next thing you know I'll wrap up the J2 Pudge!fic I've left hanging...
The fantabulous smidgy06 wrote this cracky, creepy, awesome Sam/Gert drabble (YEAH I KNOW. JUST READ IT, DAMN IT!)
So of course I had to think up some Wincesty solution in the comments. I blame her for this:
Title: Coccyx
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 271
Warnings: Old people. Wincest.
Notes: Based on this drabble by smidgy06
Dean doesn't recognize him at first.
The voice is almost the same, but it sounds like it's been roughened over, sprinkled with gravel and dust. The frame is the same, tall and broad and swathed in plaid. The hair still looks stupid.
His hands are just as large, rough and calloused that clamp down on his shoulders. Though now bedecked with jutting blue veins and liver spots. His grip is just as strong.
His eyes have those crinkles now, at the edges. Sam would kiss his whenever he worried. When he'd catch Dean in front of the bathroom mirror, touching them and frowning. Sam would knock his hand away and press his lips against them, both sides of his face. And then kiss him, mouth tasting of coffee or toothpaste.
Dean knows it's him the moment Sam moves to touch him, to kiss his temple and Dean steps aside so Sam can walk into the room. He locks the door behind him, Sam's explanation falling on deaf ears as he stares at Sam. At the man he'll live to become.
It gives him a sad pang in his stomach. A familiar longing that comes up now and then ever since the deal. This is the only time he'll see Sam like this. Ever.
So Dean jumps his bones. His old, fragile, bones.
***
Of course it doesn't last, Gert's not a powerful witch, she ordered her Myrrh oil and Hemlock from a garden supply catalogue.
Sam wakes up in the hospital, a twentysomething with a broken hip. Dean smiles sheepishly and hands him a teddy bear he swiped from the gift-shop.
♥
The fantabulous smidgy06 wrote this cracky, creepy, awesome Sam/Gert drabble (YEAH I KNOW. JUST READ IT, DAMN IT!)
So of course I had to think up some Wincesty solution in the comments. I blame her for this:
Title: Coccyx
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 271
Warnings: Old people. Wincest.
Notes: Based on this drabble by smidgy06
Dean doesn't recognize him at first.
The voice is almost the same, but it sounds like it's been roughened over, sprinkled with gravel and dust. The frame is the same, tall and broad and swathed in plaid. The hair still looks stupid.
His hands are just as large, rough and calloused that clamp down on his shoulders. Though now bedecked with jutting blue veins and liver spots. His grip is just as strong.
His eyes have those crinkles now, at the edges. Sam would kiss his whenever he worried. When he'd catch Dean in front of the bathroom mirror, touching them and frowning. Sam would knock his hand away and press his lips against them, both sides of his face. And then kiss him, mouth tasting of coffee or toothpaste.
Dean knows it's him the moment Sam moves to touch him, to kiss his temple and Dean steps aside so Sam can walk into the room. He locks the door behind him, Sam's explanation falling on deaf ears as he stares at Sam. At the man he'll live to become.
It gives him a sad pang in his stomach. A familiar longing that comes up now and then ever since the deal. This is the only time he'll see Sam like this. Ever.
So Dean jumps his bones. His old, fragile, bones.
***
Of course it doesn't last, Gert's not a powerful witch, she ordered her Myrrh oil and Hemlock from a garden supply catalogue.
Sam wakes up in the hospital, a twentysomething with a broken hip. Dean smiles sheepishly and hands him a teddy bear he swiped from the gift-shop.
♥