005. Morbid

[sethgray]

Finally! A fic short enough to post to a drabble community.

Title: Morbid
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play-ish, pwp
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.

Prompt: Morbid, adjective: characterized by or appealing to an abnormal and unhealthy interest in disturbing and unpleasant subjects.



They’d been in the graveyard for awhile when Sam spoke.

“You know,” he began, all affected casualness, “I’ve always kinda wanted to fuck you across one of those big headstones.”

It was one of those old cemeteries, the kind rich people buried their dead in. Even the smallest headstones were more like crypts and mausoleums, the actual crypts and mausoleums big enough to host a frat party.

Dean shot his brother a look. “Morbid much, Sammy?”

Sam wandered close enough to stick his hand in Dean’s back pocket and whisper in his ear, “Yeah, but you like it.”

Dean shivered.

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Comments

[zapkilikan.livejournal.com]

Morbid, but delicious.