Fic: Unlike Me (Supernatural)
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apocalypsosTitle: Unlike Me
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: About 350 words
Spoilers: General show spoilers
Pairing: John/Mary
Warnings: Uh, yeah, it's a little dark.
Disclaimer: The Winchesters belong to the biggest fangirl on the planet. Surprisingly enough, that's not me. (What? Kripke totally counts as a fangirl.)
Summary: On the inside, she is screaming.
Author's note: While I was coming up with "What the hell is Sammy's deal?" theories, this popped into my head. And I haven't seen it written yet, so ... well, here it is.
*****
Unlike Me
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On the inside, she is screaming.
Oh, she won't say anything later. They never do. They crouch in the depths of themselves and wait for the strange and terrifying sensations to end, for their control of their bodies to be their own once more. They come back to the world darkened and tainted but confused and willing to forget. They return to the arms of their husbands and say nothing. They snuggle closer in the dark and clear their minds and don't even allow themselves to be suspicious when their bellies begin to swell.
But right now her husband is kissing her, stripping the nightgown from her body with gentle tugs of his hands, and on the inside she is screaming.
"Think he'll stay asleep for once?"
The boy. The first, the one curled warm and sweet and harmless in his bed with his lips wrapped around his thumb. He's been having nightmares lately and has taken to crawling into their bed at night looking for comfort, for the soothing touch of his mother's hand and the safety of his father's arms.
He keeps this up, and his parents will never tend to the task at hand.
If the boy comes into the room tonight, the demon thinks, he'll kill the little brat.
Her husband chuckles against her throat, mouths kisses into her skin, his eyes glazed as if he's been drugged.
"Here's hoping," he says.
Small soft hands clutch at him, pull him closer, and one hand caresses the curve of her breast while the other slips down along her pale skin. Gasps come from her throat when her husband expects them, when his stubbled cheek brushes across the thin skin of her belly, when his tongue dips into warm wet flesh. She weakens from his touch and responds as she should and moans his name.
But on the inside she is screaming, and on the outside she can barely restrain a wicked smile that isn't like her at all.
*****
Granted, it could go the other way, if you know what I mean, but I just had to get that out of my brain. ;)
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: About 350 words
Spoilers: General show spoilers
Pairing: John/Mary
Warnings: Uh, yeah, it's a little dark.
Disclaimer: The Winchesters belong to the biggest fangirl on the planet. Surprisingly enough, that's not me. (What? Kripke totally counts as a fangirl.)
Summary: On the inside, she is screaming.
Author's note: While I was coming up with "What the hell is Sammy's deal?" theories, this popped into my head. And I haven't seen it written yet, so ... well, here it is.
Unlike Me
*****
On the inside, she is screaming.
Oh, she won't say anything later. They never do. They crouch in the depths of themselves and wait for the strange and terrifying sensations to end, for their control of their bodies to be their own once more. They come back to the world darkened and tainted but confused and willing to forget. They return to the arms of their husbands and say nothing. They snuggle closer in the dark and clear their minds and don't even allow themselves to be suspicious when their bellies begin to swell.
But right now her husband is kissing her, stripping the nightgown from her body with gentle tugs of his hands, and on the inside she is screaming.
"Think he'll stay asleep for once?"
The boy. The first, the one curled warm and sweet and harmless in his bed with his lips wrapped around his thumb. He's been having nightmares lately and has taken to crawling into their bed at night looking for comfort, for the soothing touch of his mother's hand and the safety of his father's arms.
He keeps this up, and his parents will never tend to the task at hand.
If the boy comes into the room tonight, the demon thinks, he'll kill the little brat.
Her husband chuckles against her throat, mouths kisses into her skin, his eyes glazed as if he's been drugged.
"Here's hoping," he says.
Small soft hands clutch at him, pull him closer, and one hand caresses the curve of her breast while the other slips down along her pale skin. Gasps come from her throat when her husband expects them, when his stubbled cheek brushes across the thin skin of her belly, when his tongue dips into warm wet flesh. She weakens from his touch and responds as she should and moans his name.
But on the inside she is screaming, and on the outside she can barely restrain a wicked smile that isn't like her at all.
*****
Granted, it could go the other way, if you know what I mean, but I just had to get that out of my brain. ;)
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Date: 2006-10-21 09:50 pm (UTC)Nicely done.
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Date: 2006-10-23 02:49 am (UTC)and this isnt even one of the bunnies from the con! or if it is i didnt hear about it.
you are just a WELL my dear!