part inspiration, part perspiration for spn_30snapshots

Title: Part Inspiration, Part Perspiration
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Crowley
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #22, Sweat
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Some things weren’t so bad.

He’d taken on what he considered an incredibly attractive meatsuit this time around, and he even enjoyed looking at it, touching it sometimes. It was wondrous, honestly, and sexy as hell, having his hands all over his own borrowed body, even better in some ways than having his hands all over someone else’s (borrowed or not). But the hands were necessary. He needed them to do his work, to wield his scalpel, to elicit the screams and examine bits and pieces that fascinated him to no end.

Despite being in possession of his full demonic powers and strength, there were a few drawbacks to shoving all this raw power into a human form, what his frenemies referred to as a “vessel” when they were discussing an angel possessing a body.

Moving his forearm across his brow, he looked down at what was left behind. This, he’d never get used to. Sticky and malodorous, but in a way so reminiscent of the beings he taunted and tortured.

Crowley didn’t like to sweat. But knowing he could make others do it was a fabulous reward.

Dancing for spn_30snapshots

Title: Dancing
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Sam
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #27, Fire
Rating: PG-13, warning for incest
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: It touched everything, from the very beginning.

When Dean was first ordered to take care of his baby brother, he was really still just a baby himself. He remembered the explosion, the smoke, the heat, the sirens.

When both of them were old enough, they’d learned to salt and burn the bones of restless spirits, watching until the light they’d created grew dim.

When Sam thought he was safely back to his “normal” life, the sight of Jess burning on the ceiling and the taste of the ashes in his mouth as Dean dragged him out of the room were almost like a memory.

When Dean and Sam were in bed together, they could almost see the heat between them, the fire, and they realized that flames really did dance, it wasn’t just a saying.