crucifiedsam
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"Did you fuck my math teacher?" Sam hissed.
Dean raised his eyebrows. "I'm gonna need you to be more specific."
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- Part 1 of Fucked up family shit
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A couple of losers who defied everything holy and natural on planet earth and got nothing to show for it, hunting something in Louisiana that's making couples kill each other in extravagant, Shakespearean-ass ways.
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Dean kept looking at his ring on Sam’s finger, which was also his finger. To see the ring anywhere but his own hand seemed wrong, and seeing it on Sam’s hand specifically was… intimate. He couldn’t think of another word for it. Not more intimate than inhabiting Sam’s body, but it was close.
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"When I had the unparalleled pleasure of torturing her, Meg shared some tasty, terrible things about her time in Sam's head, back in the day." Crowley leaned over the table in the dungeon, his chains jingling. "And, as we've all been forced to acknowledge and exploit over the years, your sad little family drama is just rife with secrets. Your main export. Isn’t that right, Moose?"
Sam's palms were sweating. He stared at Crowley, who was staring back at him with this wry smile—and then, almost imperceptibly, Crowley's eyes flicked over to Dean.
Bile rose in Sam's throat. He knew.
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Dean was getting hard, watching Sam. The worst part was that he was surprised by it: he lied to himself, so perfectly and for so long, that he actually managed to feel scandalized, as if it were news to him. Me? Hard for my brother? Since when?
But it wasn’t news. It wasn’t the first time. It wasn’t the fifth time. Sparring last night. Watching him sleep last week. At a motel pool in Arizona last year. Dean had been sick for so long.