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wolfish_willowCharacter/Pairing: Siren, implied Siren/Dean, Dean/Siren/Sam
Rating: R
Genre: angst
Spoilers: Sex and Violence (4.14)
Warnings: implied Wincest
Word Count: 219
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just using them for a bit of fun. They belong to Kripke.
Summary: What did the Siren desire, even as he died?
A/N: Written for the Challenge 2 in
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priceless_pixie.Reverent touches, declarations of love and pupils blown wide with lust, only a sliver of jade visible; sweat-slicked skin against skin, breathy moans filling the air around them.
None of that happened. And he would never have the chance to feel those calloused hands glide over his body, grip his hips while pounding him into the mattress.
No chance at getting the younger brother to join in, letting their love for him and each other - however fragile it was, he could still see it between the two - wrap him up; cocooned between two hard, muscled bodies and being free to soak it all in.
Fire pulsed in his veins, the blood soaked dagger eating away at him, burning him up from the inside as he stumbled to the mirror, his true form staring blankly back at him.
The long chestnut locks, so soft between his fingers, pulling the taller man in, devouring the human's lips with his own and relishing the broken moans even as he swallows them down.
As he fell to the ground - warm, red stickiness dribbling slowly down his mouth to his chin - he wished he hadn't played one brother against the other. His last thought before he hit the floor was how amazing the three of them could have been together.
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