Title: Sixty Words
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue
Warning: Wincest, language, character deaths
I.
Ides
You hear your high school teacher's voice in your head as he talks about Brutus' betrayal to the great Caesar, and you wonder if you father still had his tongue if he'd say the same thing.
II.
quip
You say nothing as the teacher's eyes run over your form, however, you could never trust Dean to do the same as he throws his arm around your neck and snarls a dangerous threat that you choose not to hear.
III.
keen
He always knows what's going on around him. Some would call it a sixth sense, he calls it the product of being chased by evil things since he was four and he ran out of his house with his baby brother in his arms and his mother burning in the nursery.
IV.
fluid
He rises to his feet, and you can't help but stare at the long and lithe form as it saunters toward you.
V.
theft
The first time Dean picked a pocket he was walking around the park while Sammy was at home with a growling stomach, their father gone a few extra days. He had felt no guilt even as the man told his own son that he didn't have his wallet with him, the man wearing a confused look that quickly turned to realization and then to anger.
VI.
travail
You hate the screams, the screams that you can't stop, because this is Sam's burden and the only thing you can do now is stand guard for those few minutes that Sam's on the floor and is so completely and utterly defenseless.
VII.
exhibitionism
You laugh quietly to yourself because you've always known that you brother was a show-off. But then the alarm bells going off in the back of your head tell you that the bikers don't find this particular trait as endearing as you do.
VIII.
indeterminate
He's been watching you ever since you can remember and probably even before then. There had been times when this look comes into his eyes and it wasn't until you were sixteen and he first kissed you that you recognized it as Lust.
IX.
model
Sometimes, when Dad was gone, Dean would buy a toy car - the kind that you had to put together and paint - and the two of you would sit down at either the table of your temporary house or the floor of the current motel room and work on it for the rest of the night.
X.
peon
"Fuck off," he snarls at the older man who was attempting to draw your attention. Dean's never had any patience for your many would-be suitors.
XI.
casaba
You moan into the kiss, tilting your head to the side to try to deepen it, fingers threading through your brother's too short hair and a part of you wonders why Dean always tastes like fruit.
XII.
ring
He's laughing as he picks a black velvet box up from the bottom of his duffel; it's not a happy laugh, it's not a bitter laugh, it's a laugh of emptiness. He squeezes it in his hand, trying to erase the memories and your dead soul rips itself apart all over again.
XIII.
touch
The first time you had dared to touch him, you had been rejected with such ferocity that you couldn't have helped but wonder if it was forced. Your suspicions confirmed when Sam initiates a kiss later that week.
XIV.
Lockport, NY
You waltzed into the waiting room where your father and Dean sat, you laughed quietly at their worried looks. "Told you it was nothing to worry about," you say, showing them your cast. Your father doesn't even smile.
XV.
concentrate
The pencil continues to float and you know that Dean would probably have a heart attack if he knew you could do this but before you can reach for the phone, Jessica walks in and the pencil clatters to the floor.
XVI.
gruff
Fleeting and torturous touches, nipping teeth that cause no pain, this is all you feel but then Dean enters you and sets a grueling pace, and you're reminded how painful it is to be one person. You cum with his name on your lips and sweat-soaked sheets fisted in your hands.
XVII.
arraign
You're shouting again. You don't mean to, but it happens because you want to let Sam know just how much his leaving killed your humanity.
XVIII.
heart
The blade drives home and your brother is avenged.
XIX.
alabaster
When you spend pretty much all of your life hunting creatures of the night, it's no wonder that you're a little paler then most. But when you see Sam after two years on his own, you notice right away that his skin's tanned and as you run your fingers over it's smoothness, you imagine that you can feel the heat from the sun and you know that this is as close to that bright ball in the sky as you'll ever get.
XX.
bibulous
He's drinking again and Dean knows that he has to get Sam away. So he takes him to the park and they race, running side-by-side down the sidewalks, Dean shortening his stride so Sam could keep up. The people around them watch as the young men run and, when they blink, suddenly disappear.
XXI.
brume
As he stalks through the club, he keeps trying to tell himself to turn around, to jump back into his Impala and just get out of here. But then Sam's face turns and he looks straight at him and before he realizes what he's doing, Dean strides over to Sam and whispers words into his baby brother's ear that he knows Sam loves.
XXII.
combat
His brother is on the ground, moaning as the pain consumes him, and Dean stands tall, body rigid as he watches the other Hunters surround them, Dean's fingers itching toward the Colt tucked in the back of his jeans.
XXIII.
disease
No matter what he did, he couldn't satisfy his craving for Sam's flesh, his brother an addiction he knows he never should've started.
XXIV.
infer
Just the tone of his voice and the fact that he's here at all, let you know that something is terribly wrong.
XXV.
infinite
Dean was always there, Dean was forever, no "ifs", "ands", or "buts" about it. Dean was just Dean. And no person, thing, or otherwise could hope to change that.
XXVI.
perplex
You're watching him carefully, you know that something is about to happen and you're not quite sure what it is, but it's going to be big. Sam leaves for college the very next day.
XXVII.
sway
Their bodies grinded against the other, the club's lights flash. They were in perfect sync, every move in tune with the beat of the song and each other; his schoolmates never knew Sam could - or ever would - dance like he was now with the beautiful man whose name no one knew.
XXVIII.
glance
His eyes stare at you from underneath long lashes and you curse lightly under your breath at how unfair the world has become since Sam learned exactly what he does to you.
XXIX.
crippled
Your body may have been sore and your eyes tired from the day's long drive, but the second the other Hunter cursed the Winchester name with disgust in his voice every muscle in your body tightened as you drew your fist back.
XXX.
gourmet
You and your brother enter the upscale restaurant and you notice that you're under scrutiny as soon as you cross the threshold. But then Sam opens his mouth and suddenly he has the air of high-society around him and you know that he expects you to play your part, which you do without fail.
XXXI.
graduate
You park the Impala on the side of an empty back road. Then you and Sam are fucking in the backseat, Sam's new high school diploma lying innocently on the dashboard.
XXXII.
assault
As his body melts into yours, you feel every nerve coming to life under his needy fingertips.
XXXIII.
discard
You kill them all slowly even though you know that he wouldn't want you killing humans, however, these particular ones stole your Sammy, your light in the world of darkness that threatens to consume you. And as you drive to your motel, the image of their bodies sinking to the bottom of the river flashes in front of you over and over again, but you feel no guilt, don't even bother to try to care because you know that you won't be alive for much longer.
XXXIV.
angel
She watches as they enter, the Winchester brothers sauntering toward the bar, their eyes sweeping the room and taking notes; their intoxicating beauty outweighed only by the predatory glint in their eyes.
XXXV.
tango
After that night at the dance club, Jessica had had serious doubts about Sam's sexual preferences and it wasn't until a month later when Sam asked her out, did she question her own judgment. But even as their relationship progresses, she worries about the man with blonde hair and hazel eyes, the way his body had grinded into Sam spoke of a bond with years behind it and now she can't help but wonder just who he was.
XXXVI.
tame
Ellen wants to warn her daughter, teach Jo the lesson she had had to learn the hard way: Winchesters are too wild to be handled by anyone except another Winchester.
XXXVII.
injured
The knife slices Sam's flesh and the scent of blood fills the air and the rage in your chest turns to ice and you know that Gordon Walker will suffer oh so terribly.
XXXVIII.
sense
After the plane lands and you've picked the motel, you push Dean onto the bed and calm his nerves.
XXXIX.
subdue
The rage builds, misting over his eyes in a haze of crimson as his fists continue to land punch after punch on the middle-aged man who had dared to let his hands wander. And just when by-standers think that the offender will die, a young man steps from the crowd and whispers, "Dean, stop it."
XL.
Tallahassee, FL
"So much f'd up crap happens in Florida," and that sentence alone does nothing but bring a smile to your face because you remember what first happened there.
XLI.
statistic
Dean wasn't scared of much, you knew that, but you also knew the one thing that terrified him: when he dies, he'd be chalked up as just another missing person.
XLII.
harness
Dean rolls his eyes the first time he sees you staring at a pencil as if your life depended on it; you say nothing and continue to stare. Dean doesn't laugh again when you use telekinesis to stop a wall from falling on him.
XLIII.
decorum
It was your ritual for every hunt: clean the weapons, load the weapons, fuck in the shower, check out of the motel, then you were off; Sam sitting beside you with Metallica blaring.
XLIV.
gannet
Two dying brothers lay on the beach, watching the birds flying over their heads; Dean describing the beauty of it all since Sam's eyes was ruined in the fight.
XLV.
inexorable
You watch them from afar and you hate how nothing you've done has seperated them. You should have known better, really, a love with nearly thirty years behind it wouldn't shatter over a single night.
XLVI.
torus
They look up at the towering building, Sam's mouth dropping open while Dean just stood there, overwhelmed.
XLVII.
apocalypse
When the Winchesters went to L.A. and found the city in total darkness, Dean laughed loudly and Sam only smiled and continued to polish his .45.
XLVIII.
oblivious
You had always thought that Sam would be able to see you if you were a ghost, now you're just disappointed and you hope that you remember to slap him if/when you ever get your body back.
XLIX.
transmogrify
You watch the man you had once known as Dean moves toward you, but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he's not your brother. He doesn't ask permission, just takes you, fangs buried so deep in your neck you wonder if they'll ever come out again.
L.
idiocy
The young Hunter shouts and screams and beg for mercy. And the voice of Gordon Walker reverberates through his skull: Never, ever go after only one. Because, even if you do win, there's still the other one that you have to deal with and he'll be a million times worse.
LI.
inviolable
No woman dares to touch, no man dares to glance; the youngest of the Winchesters is held high by the brother who never leaves and the father who is always gone.
LII.
trinket
When Dean was twenty-one, he found a 1983 heads-up penny on his way to get Sammy from school; he picked it up and put it in his pocket. He's considered it a good-luck charm since it was later that night that he and Sam first had sex.
LIII.
aloof
As the new kid walked into the new classroom, all the new faces looked up and saw nothing in the eyes of hazel.
LIV.
valuables
Feathery kisses accompanied with even lighter touches and when Dean opens his eyes, he looks down at the black string around his wrist, his eyebrows jetting upwards in response. "So you don't forget me," Sam whispers. Dean furrows his brows before shooting his hand out and grabbing Sam by the hair and roughly shoving his tongue down his baby brother's throat.
LV.
intimation
Hazel eyes follow your movements, they're accompanied by emerald a few seconds later. And you've never felt so terrified in your whole life as you stare down the double-barrel. The emerald eyes, full of rage and agony and betrayal; the hazel eyes filled with nothing.
LVI.
omnipotent
They laugh out loud, watching as the Hunters try to figure why the bullets were floating. "You thought you could take us?" demands the eldest Winchester, his hazel eyes on fire as he and his brother close in, all fangs and devious glee.
LVII.
savage
You let loose an agonized groan as your own blade cuts deep into your skin. "How you holding up, Gordie?" taunts the silky voice that belong to hazel eyes. You spit blood in Dean's face. "We're gonna have to fix that attitude of yours," Dean sighs, shakes his head. Then he does something - you're not sure what, but it hurts like a bitch and the next thing you know you're screaming.
LVIII.
inchoate
There were no beginnings for the Winchester boys when it came to Hunting; every lesson, Hunt, experience blended together. And neither Sam nor Dean remember their first monster.
LIX.
besiege
He knows that he should be more upset about Jess's death, but right now he's looking his brother's hazel eyes and the outside world - along with its problems and vices - have disappeared.
LX.
conamore
Gentle fingers here and there and it's something that you know you could never get enough and probably won't since Sam's always been such a fuckin' tease.