thyestean
I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.
A Dean/Sam cannibals fic
Like this, on the swampland floors, you’ve got the Impala open along the tree line, nothing but the weak light shining from the car lights on, Sam, all thirteen years growing into his man-bones, hunched over slaughtered hominin looking every single six-foot-something inches of locked-maw beast with his skin covered in clotting blood a bright red, seeping into the grass and leaves.
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