Remix Author: moveablehistory
Original Story: Against the Glass
Original Author: elohvee
It's raining. It's hot and it's raining, and it seems like it's never going to end, not until everything's been washed away.
If either of them had bothered to open the front door, they would have noticed a plastic-wrapped newspaper - Courtesy of the Management, thank you very much - and it would have had an obituary on the last page. A thirteen-year old kid in braces - scraggly limbs, scragglier hair - copy reading 'suddenly, of unknown causes, leaving behind Mr. and Mrs., and baby brother.'
They didn't, though.
The room was soaked through with the smell of their sweat and come - housecleaning was going to have to wash those sheet three times before they'd even approach pine-fresh - and Dean didn't move. Didn't feel like moving, like doing anything more than idly tracing Sam's hips, the line of his ribs.
The ceiling above the bed was water-stained, leaking, and the rain dripped down on to the side of Dean's neck, the line of his shoulders. Sam could feel it, wet against his fingertips, sliding down Dean's skin. He traced letters and half-remembered symbols without thinking about it; letters and symbols that meant mine and me first and cursed and promised.
Rain slid down the glass panes and the curtains moved, the heat lifting.
Turn over, Dean whispered, and Sam did.