Wrapped Up for spn_30snapshots

Title: Wrapped Up
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Sam (UST, pre-series, underage)
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #25, Yearn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: If only.

Some days his desire for his brother was all he could think about. He was distracted from school, from training, from eating, from really everything. Anytime Dean was near, Sam couldn’t concentrate on anything else except how bad he wanted him. After almost two years of trying to ignore it, he’d given up, quit even trying to deny it to himself.

There were times when he wished he was still a small boy, so it would be okay to throw his arms around Dean, or rest his head on Dean’s shoulder while they were watching TV at night. He wanted so badly to climb into his brother’s bed when there was a thunderstorm or when their dad was gone. But he was too old for that now, and Dean would think…well, he would know. And that just could not happen.

Had he not been so focused on his own yearning, maybe he’d have noticed that his older brother felt the same way, and was just as afraid of it as Sam was.

Somehow for spn_30snapshots

Title: Somehow
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bobby
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #06, Tears
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: There’s always a reason.

No one just wakes up one day and decides they’re going to hunt the supernatural for the rest of their lives. Oh, no, not anyone sane, anyway. Not anyone Bobby had ever met. Everyone gets into hunting somehow.

His “somehow” had been so long ago, yet still seemed like yesterday. Moving to greet his beautiful wife, Karen, only to realize that she wasn’t really her. He wasn’t sure, exactly, how he knew she was possessed, hell, maybe he didn’t know. But he knew it wasn’t Karen. And that was why he stabbed her. That was why he used his own hands to kill his love.

These days, the tears were fewer and farther between, held off by a healthy dose of emotion-drowning bourbon. But they still came, from time to time. He wished he’d been one of those dumb sons of bitches who’d figured out shit like demon possession so he could have saved Karen instead of killing her, tears in his eyes even as he plunged in the knife.

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