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avandell2008-04-24 02:56 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2008-04-24 02:56 pm
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the albatross hangs
Title: the albatross hangs
Characters: Dean, Jess, mention of Sam (Dean/Jess)
Rating: R (for some language and sex)
Word Count: 258
Summary: There’s something fundamentally wrong about all of this.
Notes: Written for theun_love_you prompt 03: This cancels out the hurt. Table is here. Title is from “Echoes” by Pink Floyd.
the albatross hangs
The first night after he pulls her from the burning apartment, they fuck. There’s nothing but pain in the way he looks at her, but Jess doesn’t care. Sam is gone, dead, burned alive before her eyes, and somehow she escaped in the arms of his brother, and it’s not right, it’s not fair, that Sam spent his last days with him and not her.
They get drunk first, and who can blame them. The only thing that linked them together is gone, just gone, and all they have is themselves and each other.
There’s something fundamentally wrong about all of this, Jess is sure, but she’s too drunk and scared and hurt to care. She saw Sam burn, and she thought she would die there, too, burn alive below him. Nothing would be more right than that. Nothing would be more wrong. He was young, too young to die, but there he was, nailed to the ceiling after she got out of the shower. And she would have died there with him, if it weren’t for his brother.
If it weren’t for his brother, she’d be dead with Sam above her instead of here, alive (if it can be called living) with Dean inside her, and that’s one kind of fucked up that she doesn’t even want to contemplate.
So she shuts her eyes tight and pulls Dean deeper into herself, lets him drive into her, and it’s like they’re the only two people in this world that’s coming apart at the seams.
And maybe they are.
Characters: Dean, Jess, mention of Sam (Dean/Jess)
Rating: R (for some language and sex)
Word Count: 258
Summary: There’s something fundamentally wrong about all of this.
Notes: Written for the
un_love_you prompt 03: This cancels out the hurt. Table is here. Title is from “Echoes” by Pink Floyd.the albatross hangs
The first night after he pulls her from the burning apartment, they fuck. There’s nothing but pain in the way he looks at her, but Jess doesn’t care. Sam is gone, dead, burned alive before her eyes, and somehow she escaped in the arms of his brother, and it’s not right, it’s not fair, that Sam spent his last days with him and not her.
They get drunk first, and who can blame them. The only thing that linked them together is gone, just gone, and all they have is themselves and each other.
There’s something fundamentally wrong about all of this, Jess is sure, but she’s too drunk and scared and hurt to care. She saw Sam burn, and she thought she would die there, too, burn alive below him. Nothing would be more right than that. Nothing would be more wrong. He was young, too young to die, but there he was, nailed to the ceiling after she got out of the shower. And she would have died there with him, if it weren’t for his brother.
If it weren’t for his brother, she’d be dead with Sam above her instead of here, alive (if it can be called living) with Dean inside her, and that’s one kind of fucked up that she doesn’t even want to contemplate.
So she shuts her eyes tight and pulls Dean deeper into herself, lets him drive into her, and it’s like they’re the only two people in this world that’s coming apart at the seams.
And maybe they are.