Pairings: Wincest, mentions of: Dean/OFCs (female), Sam/OFC (male), Sam/Jess, and Sam/Brady.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and OFCs. Mentions of: Missouri Mosely, John Winchester, Jessica Moore, and Brady.
Warnings: sibling incest, gratuitous profanity, angstiness, codependency out the motherfucking wazoo, misuse of astrology
Kinks: possessiveness, names and pet names, fight turned fuck, biting like whoa (no really), hair pulling, rimming
Summary: It's never occurred to the Winchesters to care what house Venus is in or what their horoscope predicts for the week, but when a series of bodies show up in Stanton, Virginia with their astrological signs tattooed on their foreheads, delving into the mysteries of the stars may be the only chance the boys have of making it back out of Virginia.
Notes: This fic takes place between 1x11 "Scarecrow" and 1x12 "Faith."
The title is taken from the lyrics to Led Zeppelin's "Night Flight": "I just jumped a train that never stops, / So now somehow I'll know I never finished payin' for my ride / Just n' someone pushed a gun into my hand / Tell me I'm the type of man to fight the fight that I'll require."
There are also references to my personal headcanon on the origin of "Bitch" and "Jerk," which can be found in fic form here and Winchester stargazing which can be found in fic form here.
I so did not mean to make this fic as fucked up and angsty as it is (or as long, Jesus H. Christ), but along with the above mentioned warnings there are passing mentions of topics in this fic which some readers may find disturbing, uncomfortable, or triggering. None of the following are represented extensively or graphically in this fic, however, they do appear:
Alcoholism.
Consent issues due to one or both sexual partners being underage.
Fetishized animal roleplay (pony play).
Parental neglect and implied emotional and verbal abuse directed at a child.
Self-harm at the urging of peers.
Something like infidelity.
Sexual relationships between a teacher and underage student.
Bullying.
Readers should exercise personal discretion.
This piece is my contribution to the 2013 reversebang. For links to my artist's awesome work, see my live journal: .com.
