The ugly print on the motel curtains is weirdly comforting. It’s familiar in it’s distastefulness, which Sam appreciates, because he needs something to ground him.
It’s one of those days, today. His skin feels fevered, stifled by the room, and he has to bite down a whimper at the physical stimulation moving causes. He’s so keyed up from his tangled dreams that any sensation is too much, and the scrape of harsh sheeting over his bare torso is almost agony. He sees his dreams in flashes, taunting his waking mind with glimpses of Dean, of soft lips and skin salty with sweat.
- Part 2 of Want, Take, Have
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15 Jan 2019