|Dec. 26th, 2012 @ 03:15 pm Fic: The Light Court (Dean/Sam)|
Rating: NC-17 -- Wordcount: 4,430
Warnings: AU, PWP, flagrant abuse of Gaelic mythology, underage (ages unspecified), first time, public sex, ritualistic sex, bareback, dirty sex (is that a thing?), very mild D/s tones, mild incest kink, kilts
Notes: written for obstinatrix for the spn_j2_xmas exchange. I went for the prompt "fairies made them do it. Feel free to interpret creatively" and may have taken the 'interpret creatively' a bit far... I tried to incorporate as many of her likes as possible, albeit some of them rather loosely (I know kilts are not the same as crossdressing, but fuck it, I like kilts. I blame Jensen.) Apologies for the lateness - turns out north Texas electrical/cable systems are not prepared for white Christmases. Hope you enjoy bb and that you had a very happy holiday!
Summary - With all the heat and pressure distracting him, it's hard to pay attention to the small noises of the people gathered around. There's still movement at the edges of his vision, still the whispers of cloth on skin and feet on dirt and quiet chanting in a language he's not nearly good enough at yet to understand, but he feels a little less like he's been peeled out of his shell and left for the vultures to pick over with Dean blanketing him.
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