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I posted this fic on Thanksgiving and am just now getting the opportunity to post it here too! I was honored to write this fic for @peach-coke's beautiful artwork as a part of the @spnreversebang! I'm so proud of the way this work turned out and I'm so happy for how well-received it's been thus far! See the Art Masterpost.

______ Dean’s never at peace, not even in the midnight hours where he tries to steal minuscule crumbs of sleep. It’s never deep enough, never free of the thoughts he tries to keep at bay during the day, never without the constant reminder of the endless void that is always beside him. The one where his Brother used to be, where his purpose and direction existed. He’s spent the last five years trying to find ways to soothe the emptiness, trying to glaze over it, numb it, or forget it altogether. And yet, every night, it’s the same fight, the one where he tries to stumble across the landmines of his thoughts and find small pockets of rest.

He’s in one of those pockets when a knock on his hotel door has him conscious in seconds. His fingers instantly wrap themselves around the butt of his gun underneath his pillow, every inch of him on full alert.

He’s up and out of bed within seconds, pacing himself slowly to the motel room door. When he’s close enough, he looks at his watch and notices it’s just after three in the morning. And he knows, nothing good ever comes at these hours.

Another thirty seconds pass before the rapping at the door sounds again, more urgent this time.

Dean positions himself mainly behind the door, his gun and hand at his side, as he peers through the peephole on the door to get a good look at who (or what) is on the other side. And when his eyes focus, the breath in his chest evaporates at the image in front of him.

How Do You Love What Hurts:

All Hell Breaks Loose Pt. 2 AU, where Dean laments over his Brother's dead body for days.

{Inspired loosely by The Song of Achilles}

5.8k | Explicit | See tags/warnings on Ao3

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First, there’s nothing.

And then, there’s only pain.

Sam is shuddered into consciousness by the weight of it. His body is mind-numbingly aware of the festering hole at his back. It pins him where he lies, paralyzed and unmoving. His brain flitters across the awareness that something isn’t right.

Something is wrong.

But he can’t focus on it because the pain overwhelms him. It feels like an ocean is funneling into his lungs, the salt feeding hungrily at the scream of it. It’s the kind that is nerve-searing and electric, the kind that takes your breath away and leaves you empty. It hums, bright and lucid, like a lightning bolt cracking against the sky. It becomes him, eats him up like a cavity, and eventually, he can’t decipher where it begins or ends.

An unbearable need to rip the cords on the source overrides everything else. It needs to stop, needs to—but Sam’s hands are still, and his eyes will not open.

This is wrong.

He mentally wills his body to move, screams it at the tops of his lungs. He just needs a breath—just one breath without the insanity of this fire within him. He feels like he’s gasping, like a fish on dry land. His lungs burn with misuse, and that’s when he notices the absence of his heartbeat.

This is very, very wrong.

Panic floods him, but still, there’s only stillness—only a blood-boiling agony from which he cannot escape. There is nothing, nothing except him and the pain and the wrongness.

Suddenly, there’re hands on him, hands fisting into his clothes and rattling against him. They shake, and they pull, they let go, and then they’re sliding through his hair and down along his cheek. Sobs follow; they echo in the room around them and reverberate in Sam’s unmoving chest.

{Wincest, Stanford!Era, Mutual Pining, Angst with a happy ending} 8k

I've got a new fic brewing for the Skam / Evak family. It's going to be five chapters and mostly fluff and porn. It's sitting at 11k currently and I'm just starting out on the last chapter--so it will be closer to 20k when it's all done. I am planning to begin posting this on Fridays beginning September 3rd. So, if this is something that might interest you, please stay tuned for updates!

Until then, I've got a few Skam fics already posted on my Ao3. Check them out!

Skam:

Two Hearts, One Home {Evak, 5k, Explicit, Fluff and Porn}: Isak returns home from a camping trip with the boys and Even can't take his eyes off the beard that hugs his boyfriends face.

Come Home {Evak, 5k, Explicit, Fluff and Porn}: Even's working another shift at the local movie store, when a text from his boyfriend, Isak, has him coming undone.

Druck:

Close Your Eyes & Make A Wish {Datteo, 7k, Not Explicit, Pining!Matteo and Fluff}: Inspired by Episode 4: Montag 14:02 and the almost kiss of Freitag 21:00.

Is There Light At The End? {Datteo, 1k, Not Explicit, 100% Fluff}: A follow-up to Close Your Eyes & Make A Wish. Inspired by Episode 5 and that beautiful Saturday after their first kiss.

Skam France:

Title: A Dark Reflection (In You, In Me) 

For: @spneldritchbang​

Writer: @buticancarryyou | innerglow on A03

Artist: @phoenix1966sbottom | phoenix1966 on LJ

Pairings: Sam/Dean

Rating: Explicit (for the level of violence)

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Horror, Blood and Gore, Animal Death + more.  See Ao3 for full warnings / tags.

Summary:

For as long as there’s been time, there’s been stories of the true Boy King who would one day come to rule all of Hell.  

This is the story of Sam Winchester’s destiny and how he rose from the darkness inside himself to choose his own way.  

Isak is gone for two weeks on a camping excursion with the boys and when he comes home, he’s suddenly a man.

Not that he wasn’t one before.

But the shadow around his jaw is thick and brawny. It has Even swallowing roughly when Isak comes through the door, his bags still swung over his shoulder. He didn’t expect for his baby-faced boyfriend to come home and murder him where he’s standing with this new look. It takes everything inside of him to keep breathing when Isak meets his eyes and smiles, his dimples hidden, but his eyes somehow even more green with the contrast of his jawline.

“Hi.” Isak greets, dropping his bags by the door.

It only takes a few steps for him to reach Even where he stands in the doorframe of their kitchen, but suddenly he’s there and he’s warm and he smells of campfire, with a hint of spearmint. And Even thinks how it’s all of these things that smell like home to him. Of how this apartment isn’t home without that smell, of how he’s been homesick for days because he missed it so desperately.

“Hi.” Even grins back at Isak, as he welcomes Isak into his arms and hugs him tightly. “Missed you.” 

“Missed you too.” Isak’s mouth mumbles into the crook of Even’s neck and it tickles with the new hair teasing his sensitive skin there. 

And all Even can do is squeeze tighter because the last few days, in particular, were almost unbearable to get through. It’s as though his entire body is finally breathing a sigh of relief, as though his thoughts are somehow whole again.

They sleep until well past noon on Saturday, their bodies and hearts at ease with each other.

Matteo’s the first to surface the blackness of sleep, finding that his hand is still holding David’s. He smiles down at their hands clasped together and sighs contentedly to himself. His cheeks whine as he smiles, reminding him how much he laughed yesterday and it’s a good feeling--one he can’t seem to recall feeling for longer than he cares to remember.

God.

Matteo drifts his gaze from their intertwined fingers and comes to rest on David’s sleeping face. And well, fuck, David’s a sparkling sun when he’s awake--but there’s something even more beautiful about him now that he’s asleep. His eyelashes curl away from his eyes, like sunflowers reaching for the heat of the midday sun that’s splashing through the window. There’s a hint of pink across both cheeks and Matteo convinces himself it would taste like bubblegum if he was brave enough to kiss him there in this moment. And also, there’s the way his black hair falls across his forehead in a messy, but oh-so-fucking-adorable kind of way.