Title: Twelve Miles from the Border Fic: ao3 Author: audaciousdean Artist: bluefire986 Warnings/Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dean Winchester/ Sam Wesson Summary: If you were to ask anyone in town who Dean Winchester is, you’re more than likely to get the answer that he’s the boy with leashed anger and quiet serenity. He’s an enigma wrapped in an enigma wrapped in street racing, cheap whiskey, stale cigarettes and denial that he could drown in. He’s got bruised skin and bloody knuckles, breathy whispers of dreams that would never be fulfilled and swollen lips. He’s a feral beast caged within that small town with a weakness for the only thing that he loved that could kill him. That thing was Sam Wesson.
And if you were to ask the boy with the shaggy hair wearing khaki slacks and an oversized hoodie draping his bony limbs, being the abnormal in the town of normal, he would say that Dean Winchester was nothing more than a boy who was too stuck to move, believing that his destiny was written, not made.
It’s the story of darkened streets coated with burnt rubber. It’s the story of two boys who were so opposite of the norm, one the town outcast barely making ends meet and the other too smart for his own good. It’s the story of a taboo love and growing up too quick and falling just a little too far. It’s the story of pain and agony, of devotion and sacrifices. It’s the story of what you’re willing to give up just to keep your head above water.
Excerpt: It was a flash of movement, just the barest glimpse of the checkered flag waving through the darkness and he lurched forward, his foot pressing down on the pedal as far as it would go and he drove off into the night.
He learned it some time ago that it only takes a car going a hundred and twenty miles per hour to make him really feel alive. It wakes him up from this sleep that it feels like he’s constantly in. There’s nothing but him and the road and the car on the road next to him.
There’s only two things certain in streetcar racing and that’s life and death.
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