What Burning Bliss To Drown In An Ocean Of Fire.docx
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WhatBurningBlissToDrownInAnOceanOfFire
WhatBurningBlissToDrownInAnOceanOfFire(1/4)
Title:
WhatBurningBlissToDrownInAnOceanofFire(1/4)
Rating:
NC-17(language,sexualsituations,violence)
Fandom(s):
Supernatural
Characters:
Dean,evil!
Sam,YED,mentionofseveralothercharacters
Pairing:
Dean/Sam(thismeansWINCEST,people.ye'vebeenwarned)
Spoilers:
forAHBL2
Genre:
horror,Suite!
verse
WordCount:
6,374(thispart)
Disclaimer:
Notmine,sadly.:
(
Summary:
Accidentswillhappen...Forchallengetableprompt:
Fire.
Unbetaed,soify'allspotanymistakes,letmeknowandI'llfix'em.:
)
ThankstoAllieforthewonderfulbanner!
A/N:
Chronologically,theSuite!
versegoes:
PaintYourselfAcrossMeInBlackandRed,KissMe,Love,BytheLightoftheBurningSky,GreenIsTheColorOfMyTrueLove'sEyes,andthenthis.
Andagain,warningfordubcontouching.PoorDean.Seriously.
WhatBurningBlissToDrownInAnOceanOfFire(1/4)
Deanwakesreluctantly,rippedfreefromdreamsofbeingtrappedinHell.Theairintheroomissoftandpure,buthehasawakenedthiswaytoomanytimestobefooledintorelief.Therearereminders,eventhisclosetosleep:
themetalbraceletsareheavyonhiswrists,andhishairisfallinginhiseyes,longerthanhe’deverletitgetonhisown.
Hewishesthathecouldsinkbackintotherefugeofhisnightmares,butheknowsevenwithoutlookingthatSamisintheroom,waitingforhim.Samisalwaysthere:
hehasn’tleftDean’ssideformorethanafewminutesatatimesinceDean’sfailedescapeattemptalmostthreemonthsago.SpendshistimewatchingDeanwithsharpeyes,likehe’sworriedaboutasuicideattempt,nomatterhowmanychildrenhe’sthreatenedtokill.SoDeanknowsthatSamisthere,justlikeheknowsSamcantellfromtheshiftinhisbreathingthathe’sawake.
Crackinghiseyesopen,Deandoesn’timmediatelyseehisbrothersittingbythebed,sohegiveshimselfafewminutestoadjust.Hestaresathispillow,tracingthecreasesthereandfeelingpatheticallygratefulthatSamstillallowshimthissmallspace.Hedoesn’tknowwhereSamsleeps,orevenifhesleeps;heonlyknowsthatwhenhecurlsupatnightit’swithoutthecrushingpressureofSam’sbodyagainsthis.It’soneoftheonlytimeshecangetanyair.
Dean’schesttightenswithoutwarningandhishandtwitchesagainstthesilksheets.Hethinksofhisdream,andthesearingpainofhavinghisfleshpeeledfromhisbones,andwantstolaugh.It’sprettyfunny,afterall:
he’slivinginthelapofluxuryandallhecanthinkaboutisHell.IshowhewishesthatSamhadjustlethimgowhenhisyearwasup.
He’sprobablythefirstpersoninthehistoryoftheworldtolongfordamnation.
Thenagain,Sam’safirsttooasfarasDeanknows.Theyellow-eyeddemonhadotherchildren,butSamistheonlyonewhotookthosefinalstepsandopenedhimselftocorruption.He’stheonlyonewhocompletedtheritual,mouthstainedredwithbloodandeyesflaringirrevocablygold.Demonbloodinahumanbody:
twohalvescomingtogethertoformaterrifyingwhole.
AwomanoncetoldDeanthatlookingathimwaslikestaringintothesun.HernamewasAnnaBrooks,andshewasplain,brown-hairedandmousy:
anartstudentatsomepodunkcommunitycollegeinthemiddleofArkansas.Shewantedhimtomodelforher;askedwithaflushonhercheeksanddownturnedeyes,thebitaboutthesunnotfeelinglikealineintheobviousfaceofherawkwardness.
Deandidthemodeling,kepthishandsandhisdicktohimself,andleftherwiththefiftyshetriedtopayhimwith.Hehadn’tevertoldSamorJohnabouther—somethingsweretooprivate—butthathadn’tstoppedhimfromworkingherwordsintohisstories.Couldn’tletalinelikethatgotowaste,afterall.
HeremembersAnnahereontheedgeofwakingbecauselookingatSamisabitlikelookingatthesunthesedays:
allthatstrengthandgrace,thosewidesmilesandhuge,talentedhands.Beautiful.Butgettoocloseandthepowerlurkingbeneaththatbeauty—allthecrueltyandhungerthattheyellow-eyeddemonunleashedwhenSammadehisbargain—wouldcharyoutocinders.Sometimes,Deanfeelsburntjustbeinginthesameroomashisbrother.
DeanwatchesthefirelightflickeracrosstheblacksatinpillowcaseandthinksthatAnna’swordsweren’tsuchacomplimentafterall.
Wait:
firelight?
Sittingup,Deanblinkssleep-foggedeyesatthepicturewindow.ThecurtainsaredrawnbackandSamisframedbyaneerie,sullenglow.HehashisbacktoDean,broadandforbiddingbeneaththewhitebuttondownhe’swearing.Hedoesn’tturnattherustleofthecoversastheyslidedowntopoolinDean’slap.
“What’shappening?
”Deanasks.
NowSamglancesover.HiseyestravellazilyoverDean’sbarechest,makinghimwishthatheworemoretobedlastnight.Itwashotterthanusualinthesuite,though,andithadbeenstripdowntohisboxersordowithoutasheet.Latelyhefeelstoodefenselesstosleepwithoutthatsoftfabricasabarrieragainstpryingeyes.
Underhisbrother'sappreciativegaze,Dean'shandsitchtopullthesheetbackupandcoverhimself,buthedoesn’tknowwhatkindofmoodthatobviousrejectionwouldputSamin.Theglintofamusementinthoseambereyestellshimthathisbrotherknowshowuncomfortableheisrightnow,butSamdoesn’tcommentonit.Heonlysays,“Thecity’sburning,”andlooksbackoutthewindow.
“What?
”Deanblurts.Forthefirsttimesincehewokeupchainedtoatableinthissuite,heforgetstobeafraid.Kickinghiswayfreefromthesheet,hetumblesoffthebedandstumblesovertostandnexttohisbrother.
Theworldisonfire,flamesboilingandtreesexplodingfromtheheatandJesushedidn’tknowthatfirecouldgetthattall.Didn’tknowitcouldburnthatwhite,blindingcolornotjustatthecorebuteverywhere:
thicksheetsofitfillingCentralParklikedrifting,wind-tossedsnow.There’satornadoofpureflamerisingupinthedistance;evenfromhere,Deanhastocranehisnecktoseethetop,toweringatleastfortystorieshigh.Overhead,thickcloudsofdemon-blacksmokechoketheair.Deancan’tseetheskythroughthedarkness.Ashestares,asuddenpulseofflameslidesupagainstthelowerfloorsoftheRitzCarltonlikewavesonabeach.
“JesusChrist,”hesaysfaintly.
“It’sokay,”Samsays,restingonehandonthebackofDean’sneck.Histhumbrubstinycirclesthatareprobablysupposedtobecalming.“We’resafe.Imadesurethatwe’dbeprotectedfromanyaccidents.”
“Accidents?
”Deanrepeatsincredulously.“Anaccidentisspillingcoffeeonyourshirt.That’s…Idon’tknowwhatthefuckthatis.”
Sam’sthumbstillsandhisotherfingersdigintoDean’sskin.“IfIdidn’tknowbetter,I’dthinkyouwereaccusingmeofsomething.”
Deanisn’t,notreally.Butheknowsit’snotbeyondtherealmofpossibility.Andit’snotlikeSamlooksallthatbotheredbytheblaze.Heignoresthewarningofhisbrother’sfingersandsays,“Areyoudenyingit?
”
There’salow,rufflingfeeltotheairthathe’scometoassociatewithSamlosingcontrolofhisemotionsand,foramoment,Deanthinkshisbrotherisgoingtolifthimandshakehimlikearat.Maybetosshimagainstthewallandyellathim.Instead,SamusesthathandonDean’snecktopullhimcloser.
Deanresistsuntilit’sfolloworfallandthentakesthestep.ItputshimbetweenhisbrotherandtheglassandSamimmediatelyreleaseshisneck.
BeforeDeancanedgeawayagain,Samstepscloser.HetrailshishanddownDean’schesttorestonhislowerstomach.Deantriestoleanforwardintothefire-warmedglass,butSampressesmorefirmlyonhisabdomen,holdingtheirbodiesfirmlytogether.
Caughtbetweenafirestormandthesun,Deanfeelsfeverishandfaint.
SamrestshischinonDean’sshoulder.HispinkyslidesbeneaththebandofDean’sboxers.“Ididn’tstartthefire,”hesingsongs,andthengiggles.
Twobuildingsdown,somethingexplodesandDeanjumps.Samholdshimtighter,hisotherarmcomingacrossDean’schest.
“It’sbeautiful,isn’tit?
”Sambreathesinhisear.
No,Deanthinks,buthedoesn’tquitedaretosayitoutloud.Heshutshiseyesandcanstillfeeltheflamesagainsthiseyelids.
Howmanyhumansarehidinginthecity,unawareofwhat’scoming?
Howmanyhunters,holedupcloseandwaitingforachancetostrikeattheheartofHell?
None,probably:
Samwouldn’tallowathreattoDean’ssafetytocomethatclose.Theonlylivingcreaturesleftinthecitybynowaredemonsandtheirhumanslaves,maybeacouplebillionroacheslivingofftherottingcarcassesstinkingupdarkstairwells.
Thedemonscantakecareofthemselves,andtheslaveswouldprobablybebetteroffasashonthewind.Still,Dean’sbotheredbythedestruction:
bythesheerwantonnessofit.
“Thewholecitycouldburn,”hepointsout.
“Maybe.”DeancanfeelSam’ssmirkagainsthisshoulder.“Propertyvalueonthisplacewouldskyrocket.”
Ajoke.NewYorkCityisburningtothegroundandSamismakingjokes.AtinyseedofangerunfurlsinDean’sstomachwherehisbrother’shandrestsandhesays,“Youcoulddosomething.”
“Mmm.I’mplanningonit.ThoughtmaybeI’dorderupsomebeer,couplepizzas.We’llbringthecouchoverbythewindowandwatchtheshow.”SamnudgesDean’sjaw,tiltinghisheadtotheside,andsucksaslowkissintohisexposedneck.
Dean’seyesflutteropeninvoluntarily.Hestaresattheirreflectionintheglass:
paleghostsfilledwithfireandsmoke.Sam’shaircurtainsmostofhisbrother’sface,butDeancanmakeoutthosehungrylipsworkingonhisskin.Thepressureisjustthissideofpainful,andhecanfeelthebruiseforming.Asifhehasn’tbeenbrandedasSam’senoughalready.
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