On the Snap
Author: Janissa11
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Words: 3,917
Summary: The guy’s in for four hundred, and Dean’s thinking he might be in trouble. This is the beauty and the hell of hustling: if he busts this shot, he’s toast. He has a dusty five and three ones in his wallet, all that’s left after this slowly escalating game, and the eight ball’s frozen, gleaming like a black pearl across acres of green. They got a motel room to pay for, gas to buy, and it might be nice to eat sometime this week. The pressure’s like a drug. He likes it, and hates it. Banishes all the clatter, the jukebox rattling something slow and annoying and country, doesn’t think about the guy he’s hustling, the one who’s already put his hand on Dean’s ass twice, who would, he thinks, not be averse to taking the four hundred out in trade. He does not look at Sam, whose glower can be felt from across the room, dark and disgusted and something else Dean doesn’t quite want to see.
4 stars
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