Daddy!cest
enabled by and dedicated to
gelasius.
Another hunt gone wrong; another family not saved. Dean stitches you together, your flesh, your soul. His mouth on yours tasting of grave dirt and beer, swallowing your protests.
It wasn't that far to go in ten years, from your son's hand on your shoulder to his hand on your cock. Comforting, reassuring you like he always has. It's different now Sammy is gone. You aren't a family anymore, but two men on the road. Hunting together; fighting together.
Hell, Dean is older than you were when you went to 'Nam. You remember the fear, the unseen enemy, always in the shadows. You did things to hold the terror back - chasing the dragon, burying your face between some bar girl's wet thighs, or rolling over in the dark for Private Owen Parker from Idaho. Years later on a bright day in Kansas these things seemed appalling, and you told yourself never again.
Dean says he won't leave, not like Sam, but as he fucks you gently and holds you tight, you know it's really you he's begging to stay. He's trying to keep something together and you're not sure if it's you, or him or the family you used to be.
It was different then and it’s different now. You tell yourself that and sometimes almost you believe it.
gelasius.
Another hunt gone wrong; another family not saved. Dean stitches you together, your flesh, your soul. His mouth on yours tasting of grave dirt and beer, swallowing your protests.
It wasn't that far to go in ten years, from your son's hand on your shoulder to his hand on your cock. Comforting, reassuring you like he always has. It's different now Sammy is gone. You aren't a family anymore, but two men on the road. Hunting together; fighting together.
Hell, Dean is older than you were when you went to 'Nam. You remember the fear, the unseen enemy, always in the shadows. You did things to hold the terror back - chasing the dragon, burying your face between some bar girl's wet thighs, or rolling over in the dark for Private Owen Parker from Idaho. Years later on a bright day in Kansas these things seemed appalling, and you told yourself never again.
Dean says he won't leave, not like Sam, but as he fucks you gently and holds you tight, you know it's really you he's begging to stay. He's trying to keep something together and you're not sure if it's you, or him or the family you used to be.
It was different then and it’s different now. You tell yourself that and sometimes almost you believe it.