Title: I’m not a soul you need to save
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Roseanne Cash.
Warnings: Um. Pretty friggin’ dark. Torture.
Pairings: mentions of fraternal wincest; one-sided Gordon/Dean
Rating: R
Point of view: first
Wordcount: 500
Notes: When I should be writing papers about spousal abuse, I write this instead. My brain has problems.
I went to Hell with the taste of Heaven in my mouth.
Hush, hush, sweetheart. Don’t cry. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Be quiet.
That’s better.
Now… oh, that stubborn, stupid boy. I could’a saved ‘im, you know. I wanted to save him. If I could’a gotten him away from that monstrous brother of his—but no. He didn’t want it. Didn’t want me, not when he had Sammy’s cock up his ass.
Shh, baby girl. Just hush. It doesn’t hurt, does it? Not yet. No, I’m bein’ gentle as can be.
His blood was so warm, so filling. I got a tiny taste and I’d’a killed the world for more.
But that fucking brother of his—territorial and shit. He cut off my head with razor wire, believe that? Razor wire. Shit, that hurt.
And all I could think, what I still crave—I had his brother’s blood in my mouth. My fangs in his neck, my tongue digging deep. I could’a gone all the way to the center, made that boy pretty forever. Mine forever. We’d’a been good together, you know.
Oh, that’s a good girl. There it is. Sweet spot. Scream for me. So pretty. Does it hurt when I twist? I’ll take that as a yes. I’m still learning, you know.
I used to hunt. You know that, right? We met up there, I think. Did I kill you? I hunted vampires, mostly. I was good at killin’ them, till that fucking brat decided some weren’t evil. Weren’t monsters. What’s that boy know about monsters? I thought then. Him, with that floppy college hair and innocent eyes, and that brother he didn’t know how to appreciate.
Let me tell you, I appreciated Dean Winchester. I wanted him. A perfect little soldier boy, always aimin’ to please. I could’a been his daddy, taken him firm in my hand. Made him mine.
That’s it, sweetheart. Writhe so good. Beg for me. Maybe I’ll stop… maybe I’ll let you go, move on down the line. You wanna go? Play with someone else for awhile?
You know who’s at the end, don’t you?
I died tasting him, craving him, and I spent so long on the rack, where you are now, little pretty. I spent years at Alistair’s mercy.
He’s got a playmate now, a pupil. Pretty boy, that one.
What, you want me to stop? Sure about that? I’ve been beneath his knife. I’ve whimpered and writhed, and—oh, it was such perfection, the way he cut me open.
I’d’ve made him mine, back when we were alive, if it weren’t for that brother of his, little Sammy. But here, here in the Pit with Alistair, he’s the master. I get that, see. I don’t like it, and don’t you dare tell ‘im I said that, but… he sure is gorgeous with a blade.
How long was it before he broke? Longer’n me, I think. Sure learned a lot, though, didn’t he?
Thought so, sweetheart. Scream for me.
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Date: 2009-04-28 11:59 pm (UTC)Let me tell you, I appreciated Dean Winchester. I wanted him. Amen, brother.
Love it! Keep up the good work.
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Date: 2009-04-29 03:51 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-01-19 05:25 pm (UTC)The scariest thing about Gordon on the show was his voice; he was always so soft-spoken, even when he was angry. And here I could almost hear him talking. It's sending shivers down my spine.
Your depictions of hell, and of Dean with Alistair in hell, always hit exactly the right spot.
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Date: 2010-01-20 04:10 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!