nothing but crickets and the voices over here so I'm posting new angsty wippage anyway
It's 3 AM I must be lonely
Content Warning: Sexual Assault
Ch 5: Skin Episode
Sam wakes up bound around his throat, and arms and legs, and likely beaten if the ache in his jaw and side is any indication. A yellowed eyed version of his brother standing above him.
“You’re not Dean.”
“Nope, but I’m the closest you got.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Nothing," he smirks, running his palms up the insides of Sam’s thighs. Dean is.”
“Don’t fucking touch me!”
That makes the Dean replacement laugh.
“You sure about that,” he smirks before smacking Sam across the face. Sam tastes blood. “I swear, the more I learn about you and your family? Holy Flowers in the Attic, Batman!”
“What do you mean ‘learn?’”
The doppelganger chuckles, tearing the front of Sam’s shirt open with one nail like it was made of tissue paper.
“What do I gotta spell it out for you?” The shifter continues, hands pushing across his chest, up his shoulders until the torn fabric falls to the bends in his arms. “And I thought you Winchesters were supposed to be the monster ‘experts.’”
“Where, is, my brother.”
“I am your brother,”
“FUCK YOU!”
“On that topic, the body snatcher purrs, placing himself now in Sam’s lap before slashing his claws across Sam’s chest. “I know something you don’t.”
“What are you talking about?” Sam huffs, as blood beads to the surface before rolling down his stomach in ribbons. The shifter lets his fingers play in the blood before bringing it to his lips and sucking it clean.
“He wants you so bad, Sammy. But he won't let himself have you. Not the way he wants. He thinks he's infected you, made him a freak like him. Or should I say like me.”
“It’s not true.”
“Doesn’t matter if it's true. I still believe it. And Becky,” The monster pushes himself even closer into Sam’s space, making sure to grind his ass down on Sam’s crotch. “Hell, I’ll bang her just so you'll have an excuse to talk to me! Because you've been ignoring me. Pushing me out. And you know what that does to me.”
“S-Shut up!”
“You know it's fucking killing me Sammy,” the monster taunts, almost singsongly as he pushes his nails deeper until they pierce into Sam’s chest. Almost like they are reaching for his heart.
“Fuck!”
“Faster than my smoking. Faster than dad’s abandonment."
“STOP IT!”
“Which is why, Sammy boy,” he groans, pulling back his hand in favor of yanking his own shirt off, “I know this will absolutely destroy me.”
Sam’s arms and legs are bound to the chair so he can't do much to stop the incoming biting kiss. He shakes his head and attempts to head butt the creature anyway.
“Get off me!”
“Why,” Not Dean purrs, wrapping one arm around Sam’s shoulders and letting the other drift down his stomach. “This is what you wanted Sammy, your older brother. Just like this.”
Maybe so. But this thing is not his brother. Sam closes his eyes for one less horrifying stimulus.
Fake Dean didn't like that in the slightest. He slaps him across the side of the head so hard his ears ring. “It doesn't have to be like this Sammy. You're making it more difficult. So shut up, and take it already.”
when they comment on a lucky victory by the canadiens, quebecers sometimes use this rather crude expression. they say that the players have 'dipped them in holy water.' the pronoun 'them' does not refer to the hands of the players, or to their feet, but to a more private part of their anatomy.
Scott, Howard. The Montreal Canadiens: Rethinking a Legend. Edited by Nicolas Moreau et al., University of Toronto Press, 2015. from Olivier Bauer’s “The Passion of the Canadiens on the Red Line”
Gavin stared with murder and spite in his eyes, breathing hard with frustration, and Connor knew he had to choose every sentence from here on in so, so carefully.
‘I will do anything,’ Connor said, ‘if you just listen to me. I know you hate me, I know you think I’m just some naïve idiot making Dad’s life miserable, but you remember what we had, don’t you? If you have forty eight hours to kill with me, I can make some of that enjoyable for you.’
