A Rough Debriefing
SPN FanFic
~Abby is taken on a hunt, leaving Sam and Dean behind in what they thought was a nest of vamps. Turns out her captors had bigger plans, and maybe it was all just an elaborate trap.~
Arthur Ketch x Abigail Watson (OFC), Dean Winchester x Abby, Sam Winchester.
5,009 Words
Warnings: Angst. Smut. Plot Twist. NSFW. Extremely rough relations. Slapping, fighting, kicking, biting, choking. Handcuffs, Breath play, Asphyxiation Kink, Dirty Talk, Marking, Claiming. It’s rough sex, ok? Not like normal fic rough sex. It’s actually… bruising… rough… beating up… rough. Just… yeah.
A/N: Written entirely for my darling Logan. I hope you all enjoy!
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Lightning cracked overhead as Abby crouched down beside Dean. The ground was slick and oversaturated, and her boot heels sank into the soft earth.
“Nice rock,” she teased, leaning against the boulder Dean was using as cover.
He cocked his pistol in time with the thunder, making his smirk seem impressive and not nervous.
“This is gonna suck, you know.”
Abby shrugged and tucked a wayward strand of auburn hair behind her ear. “Not necessarily,” she answered, trying to keep a bit of pep in her voice. “Besides, I thought you liked it when it sucked.” Like a true Southern Belle, she batted her lashes and flashed an innocent smile
Green eyes smiled cautiously as they scanned the tree line. “Well…if you’re offering…”
A laugh caught her by surprise and Abby punched his shoulder playfully. “Not what I meant, Sugar. But, maybe later.”
Sam sighed louder than the rain, eyes rolling at their ill-timed flirtation. Pulling the gun from his waistband, he shifted onto his heels and started to stand. “You two wanna stay here and bang it out, or we are gonna do this?”
Abby clicked her tongue. “So much for romance.”
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