Christmas Advent - Day Four
Dec. 4th, 2010 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrstottenI always thought the first time I wrote Wincest it would be for the lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veritas_st but as I have Demons Lexicon fic in the wings for her I saved this one for the ever lovely the_last_shadow who never fails to amaze me with her beautiful graphica and icons and whose lovely sweet nature always makes me smile :) so here it is for her my very first Wincest,
Title :Addiction
Fandom : SPN
Pairing : Sam/Dean
Rating : R
Summary : Hard muscles under his hand, smooth skin underneath his fingertips
Present for : the always lovelythe_last_shadow
It didn’t matter which way you twisted it Dean knew Sam didn’t want saving. Sam didn’t need saving. He was happy the way he was. Being without a soul made him a better hunter, a stronger fighter, but it had also made him forget everything that had mattered to him, from before. But Dean hadn’t, he remembered everything. Hard muscles under his hand, smooth skin underneath his fingertips, hard desperate kisses, rough and demanding as they had sought to consume the fire between them. Sam may have decided not to go back to that but Dean needed to. He needed Sam the way an addict needed his next hit.
veritas_st but as I have Demons Lexicon fic in the wings for her I saved this one for the ever lovely the_last_shadow who never fails to amaze me with her beautiful graphica and icons and whose lovely sweet nature always makes me smile :) so here it is for her my very first Wincest,Title :Addiction
Fandom : SPN
Pairing : Sam/Dean
Rating : R
Summary : Hard muscles under his hand, smooth skin underneath his fingertips
Present for : the always lovely
the_last_shadow It didn’t matter which way you twisted it Dean knew Sam didn’t want saving. Sam didn’t need saving. He was happy the way he was. Being without a soul made him a better hunter, a stronger fighter, but it had also made him forget everything that had mattered to him, from before. But Dean hadn’t, he remembered everything. Hard muscles under his hand, smooth skin underneath his fingertips, hard desperate kisses, rough and demanding as they had sought to consume the fire between them. Sam may have decided not to go back to that but Dean needed to. He needed Sam the way an addict needed his next hit.
