Thief - SN fic - R

[tigriswolf]

Title: Thief
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: NotDean, Sam, Rebecca, and Dean aren’t my characters. I wrote this because I’m twisted and they’re pretty.
Warnings: AU for “Skin”; minute non-con; character death
Pairings: slash of the NotDean/Sam variety
Rating: R
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third

 

He has his hands tight around Sam’s long, lean throat. Sam’s body is coiled beneath his, but the boy’s hurt, tired, aching—weak. Sam’s fading fast, slowing; the light in his eyes—rage, pain, fear—is going out, swiftly.

He wets his lips, leans down to nip at Sam’s mouth, licks his way across Sam’s face. He keeps his fingers tight, cutting off sweet, precious air.

He has always loved watching them die. It’s such a pleasure, a turn-on; if he hadn’t already been hard from the fight, watching Sam’s life bleed out of his puppy-dog eyes would’ve done it, so easy.

He pulls his hands away and leans down to bite Sam’s neck, hard enough to break the skin. “Bye, Sammy,” he whispers and rolls off, smoothly rises to his feet.

This is his favorite skin yet, the elder Winchester brother. He’ll keep it a long time.

But first—best to leave before Dean arrives. Time to get the hell out of Dodge.

With one final, fond look towards Sam’s body, he exits plainly through the front door, locking it behind him. He easily slips into the driver’s seat of Dean’s sweet ride and pulls away from Rebecca’s house.

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[tigriswolf]

Alas, poor Sam, he's truly dead.

Thank you!