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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,904
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Supernatural and I’m not making any money here either.
Chapter One
Shapeless Emotions
Flora Winter’s
I do not own Supernatural and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Is there really a limit to how much you can love someone? This story will contain boy-love, strong language, OC, and explicit violence.
Warning: If you do not like homosexual themes, then this story is not for your eyes. I will not take responsibility if you are scarred for the rest of your natural lives, because you are too illiterate to read the warnings. The price for stupidity is eternal nightmares. You have been warned.
Chapter One
You misplaced your tiny gods
Lost them to the ground
Let them suffocate with me
In the place they lay me down
Step lightly over me
Watch the hollow in the ground
--Ego Likeness
Pain. Endless pain without cease or redemption. It’s shapeless and cruel with wicked intentions. Laughter echoed throughout the vast darkness, shrieking into forever and ever-after. Forms without form danced upon a lake of bones and the ever-flowing blood of the damned. It bubbled, hissed, and seethed with eternal rage.
Bones, one after another, shimmering with ivory-hot fire, rose up out of that lake of crimson hate. All of the glistening pieces fit together perfectly, like the pieces to a jigsaw puzzle. The horned skeleton began to walk across that surface of molten suffering as tissue began to form from out of that moving vengeance. With each step it took, the more form it took.
Pale white flesh glowed like brilliant silver moonlight. That impossibly long hair slithered, coiling as if each dark strand were a hissing viper, snapping with deadly fangs from out of the head, dancing around a beautiful masculine face. Violet eyes burned with the fury of twin stars.
Demonic black talons swiped out like long swords. The voice from out of that gorgeously carved mouth couldn’t possibly have ever been human. It was like the screams from all the damned souls in Hell were pouring out of it.
“LANCE!”
His eyes snapped open and he would have fallen over, had he not been leaning against the trunk of his older brother’s black Impala. He looked around with wide eyes, gasping for breath. What the hell had that been about? That was the last time he was ever going to watch Hellraiser.
He looked to see that Dean was still having it out with the officer. “How in the hell am I supposed to know what happened?” Dean was yelling at the guy, making the younger looking officer back up several steps at a time. “I’m just driving along, listening to good music, ignoring my homo brother, when this body just came falling out of the sky, smashing my baby!” His left eye twitched. Why was Dean always calling him a homo? It was really starting to piss him off. So, what? He had been in college. Of course he had experimented around before he met Jesse, but he wasn’t going to ever tell him that.
Well, this was the first time a naked corpse had come falling out of the sky on them. The guy’s head and penis was very much missing. There was nowhere for the body to have come from, but out of a passing airplane. But, that wasn’t possible. Perhaps it could have been a helicopter.
Wait! He had seen something that looked like a person flying through the air. What in the hell could that have been? Could it have been this guy? He growled, running his hands through his hair. He didn’t know. Plus, his head was killing him. He could have just imagined the whole damn thing, because he had been a little drunk. Hell, he was still feeling it.
“YOUR’RE NOT TAKING MY CAR!” Dean roared.
“Excuse me, Sir,” a lady officer said, smiling at him. “But, could you please do something with your…lion? He’s scaring people, and they might draw their guns at any minute. This is a murder scene, not a zoo.”
Sam dropped his head. “Miss…dickless fell on us. I think my lion has a right to be angry.”
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Dean threw a bag down on the bed with an angry growl, kicking the foot of it with a curse. Sam could tell that he was mega pissed the fuck off. What were they going to do? They had no wheels.
“I can’t believe this shit!” Dean yelled, taking off his shirt, throwing it at the nearest wall, kicking off his shoes. “Only one bed, no wheels, and what the fuck was that? Did that guy just fall out of plane or a fucking UFO?”
“I saw someone flying, Dean,” Sam said, leaning back against the door, holding his head. Why must he be so loud? Loudness wasn’t cool.
“Yeah, you did!” Dean snapped, storming off to the bathroom, bag in hand. “And he flew right into my BABY, Sammy!” He slammed the door hard enough to shake the walls, making Sam jump.
“Don’t take this out on me!” Sam yelled after him, walking over, collapsing face down on the bed. “You…mean…short…midget.” His eyes felt so heavy. He was so tired. He would just rest them for a minute. He went out like a light.
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Love. Have you ever known such a pure emotion? Have you ever felt that blissful embrace, surrounded in heavenly scent? An emotion so shapeless, it has no form. Love can only be. It fills you, sustains you, makes you glow from the inside out, making you feel like you either have to grow with it, or explode like a star in the sky. I had that love, Daddy, Mommy. I grew from that love, like a flower does from sunlight. But, a monster, like you two, took everything from me. So, I’m going to ask you this.
Love? Is it eternal? No. There is no such thing as eternal love, love that will last forever after. Sooner or later, eventually, you will have to say goodbye. Reality always comes crashing through, slashing, cutting, harsh, and eternally merciless. All I could do was stand there, watching in horror as that monster bathed my body in my boyfriend’s blood. Lost, alone, afraid, pissed, and paralyzed. That was how I felt, Daddy, Mommy. That was how I felt as I drowned in my HEART’S blood!
I loved Lance with all my heart, and I was blessed with all the love he gave me, too!
The dead never come back, at least, not the way you once knew them.
I condemn my immortal soul to the mighty powers of DARKNESS. I will RETURN. My wrath will BURN hotter than the FLAMES behind the black THRONE in which I now kneel before. Tremble as you gaze into that shadowy darkness you condemned me to forever walk in alone, Daddy, Mommy. I will be dancing within, dancing towards the ones who took everything from me with all the hate and vengeance of HELL in my HANDS!
Mrs. Willows dropped the letter to her side as thunder echoed overhead, and looked at the image of her dying savior on the church wall. Her son had killed himself while performing some satanic ritual. That abandoned mansion had burned to the ground. Her child’s body had never been found, but satanic paraphernalia had been found in his car parked out front. It was believed by the forensics that his body had been burnt completely up in the devastating blaze. But, she knew better. Her son’s body was in the embraces of the Beast. Her mind has pictured so many terrible images over the year, it was driving her insane. Her son was Lucifer’s concubine.
“Please,” she whispered to the priest, showing him the letter. The only other person who knew about it was her husband, and he had laughed. “What do I do?”
Jude had died with so much hatred and anger in his soul. He had died a terrible sinner. There was no way God would even have looked upon him. Surely Jesus had sent him to Hell with tears in his eyes. Oh, how had her child turned out so badly? They had taught him how to obey, and yet he still chose to be a filthy homosexual.
The priest looked up from the letter. His wrinkled eyes looked at her with an emotion she could not place. “Well?” She asked him again.
He handed her back the letter as if it were burning him. “We shall pray.”
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“TRUE SACRIFICE,” that sacred voice spoke with the heat of a dying star. “NOT LIKE THOSE HALF-ASSED PRAYERS OF INCENSE AND FLOWERS TO SILENT GODS THAT NEVER SPEAK NOR CARE.”
Violet eyes shimmered like molten amethyst jewels in the blinding darkness. The glowing gemstones were floating like twin orbs in the air. Ashes were floating in the air as a slender form began to take shape, dancing among all the ruin of what had once been.
“TAKE SHAPE!” That mighty voice boomed, crackling with the flashing lightning. “STAND BEFORE ME, SERVE ME IN IMMORTAL FLESH. DO MY BIDDING. SEND SOUL AFTER SOUL TO MY GATES. FEED MY BODY! MAKE ME GROW!”
The darkness clothing that snowy white flesh seethed and hissed with venomous malice. His pupils were emerald green slits with irises of violet splendor. The darkness seemed to float up off of him like mist, revealing his naked glory.
A winged serpent was wrapped around his slender frame. It was the most magnificent creature in all creation. The scales were soft and smooth as silk and looked to be made from solid gold. It had wings that would put the most beautiful male peacock to shame. The eyes burned like amber suns and its tongue flickered like liquid fire against his smooth flesh.
“I will do as you say, Master,” Jude smirked with petal red lips. They were fuller and more seductive than they had ever been before. Eat your heart out Brangelina. “I will make this world tremble and scream as it drowns in its own blood.”
He stroked the feathered serpent under its chin as it forever coiled around his body. He could feel the power flowing, bubbling, and burning with fury in his frozen veins. The heart in his chest was still, and harder than steel.
“First,” he said, taking his first steps with sensual, graceful ease. He seemed to glide across the floor like a fish does through crystal-blue water. His beautiful face that could put an alabaster Adonis to shame, twisted with poisonous rage. He was hideously gorgeous. “I will reveal to my parents the true color of hatred.” He had needed them. He had needed them so much. If only they had accepted him. Lance would still be alive.
He threw his head back, howling with laughter. It was all the demons in hell screaming at once.
“And then!” He shrieked like a bolt of lightning cutting a tall tree down the middle. “I will kill the one who took paradise from me!”
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“Stay on your side, Goddamn it!” Dean growled, fighting to untangle Sammy’s arms from around him. He had to stop and pant for breath. The guy had a grip of steel. Well, at least he was warm, but damn, his brother’s feet were like ice. Oh, he hated that! “Come on, Sammy! You’re feet’s cold!”
“I want…pickled ice-cream, Dean,” Sammy mumbled, snoring loudly, right in his ear. He even made some eating noises with his mouth, too.
Dean rolled his eyes, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed deeply. That was just disgusting. Who the fuck ate pickled ice-cream? Did that shit even exist? Why the hell did he want it? It sounded like something a pregnant woman would want. AH! What the hell was Sammy dreaming?
He was pissed. Oh, he was pissed. His baby was ruined! Oh, why was he so alone in this world? “My car,” he sobbed, pushing on his brother. “My baby…”
“I love you, too, Dean,” Sammy mumbled, snuggling closer to him.
“JESUS HANGING ON HIS CROSS!” Dean roared.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Note: When Jude mentions “paradise” he’s referring to Lance.
Flora Winter’s
I do not own Supernatural and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Is there really a limit to how much you can love someone? This story will contain boy-love, strong language, OC, and explicit violence.
Warning: If you do not like homosexual themes, then this story is not for your eyes. I will not take responsibility if you are scarred for the rest of your natural lives, because you are too illiterate to read the warnings. The price for stupidity is eternal nightmares. You have been warned.
Chapter One
You misplaced your tiny gods
Lost them to the ground
Let them suffocate with me
In the place they lay me down
Step lightly over me
Watch the hollow in the ground
--Ego Likeness
Pain. Endless pain without cease or redemption. It’s shapeless and cruel with wicked intentions. Laughter echoed throughout the vast darkness, shrieking into forever and ever-after. Forms without form danced upon a lake of bones and the ever-flowing blood of the damned. It bubbled, hissed, and seethed with eternal rage.
Bones, one after another, shimmering with ivory-hot fire, rose up out of that lake of crimson hate. All of the glistening pieces fit together perfectly, like the pieces to a jigsaw puzzle. The horned skeleton began to walk across that surface of molten suffering as tissue began to form from out of that moving vengeance. With each step it took, the more form it took.
Pale white flesh glowed like brilliant silver moonlight. That impossibly long hair slithered, coiling as if each dark strand were a hissing viper, snapping with deadly fangs from out of the head, dancing around a beautiful masculine face. Violet eyes burned with the fury of twin stars.
Demonic black talons swiped out like long swords. The voice from out of that gorgeously carved mouth couldn’t possibly have ever been human. It was like the screams from all the damned souls in Hell were pouring out of it.
“LANCE!”
His eyes snapped open and he would have fallen over, had he not been leaning against the trunk of his older brother’s black Impala. He looked around with wide eyes, gasping for breath. What the hell had that been about? That was the last time he was ever going to watch Hellraiser.
He looked to see that Dean was still having it out with the officer. “How in the hell am I supposed to know what happened?” Dean was yelling at the guy, making the younger looking officer back up several steps at a time. “I’m just driving along, listening to good music, ignoring my homo brother, when this body just came falling out of the sky, smashing my baby!” His left eye twitched. Why was Dean always calling him a homo? It was really starting to piss him off. So, what? He had been in college. Of course he had experimented around before he met Jesse, but he wasn’t going to ever tell him that.
Well, this was the first time a naked corpse had come falling out of the sky on them. The guy’s head and penis was very much missing. There was nowhere for the body to have come from, but out of a passing airplane. But, that wasn’t possible. Perhaps it could have been a helicopter.
Wait! He had seen something that looked like a person flying through the air. What in the hell could that have been? Could it have been this guy? He growled, running his hands through his hair. He didn’t know. Plus, his head was killing him. He could have just imagined the whole damn thing, because he had been a little drunk. Hell, he was still feeling it.
“YOUR’RE NOT TAKING MY CAR!” Dean roared.
“Excuse me, Sir,” a lady officer said, smiling at him. “But, could you please do something with your…lion? He’s scaring people, and they might draw their guns at any minute. This is a murder scene, not a zoo.”
Sam dropped his head. “Miss…dickless fell on us. I think my lion has a right to be angry.”
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Dean threw a bag down on the bed with an angry growl, kicking the foot of it with a curse. Sam could tell that he was mega pissed the fuck off. What were they going to do? They had no wheels.
“I can’t believe this shit!” Dean yelled, taking off his shirt, throwing it at the nearest wall, kicking off his shoes. “Only one bed, no wheels, and what the fuck was that? Did that guy just fall out of plane or a fucking UFO?”
“I saw someone flying, Dean,” Sam said, leaning back against the door, holding his head. Why must he be so loud? Loudness wasn’t cool.
“Yeah, you did!” Dean snapped, storming off to the bathroom, bag in hand. “And he flew right into my BABY, Sammy!” He slammed the door hard enough to shake the walls, making Sam jump.
“Don’t take this out on me!” Sam yelled after him, walking over, collapsing face down on the bed. “You…mean…short…midget.” His eyes felt so heavy. He was so tired. He would just rest them for a minute. He went out like a light.
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Love. Have you ever known such a pure emotion? Have you ever felt that blissful embrace, surrounded in heavenly scent? An emotion so shapeless, it has no form. Love can only be. It fills you, sustains you, makes you glow from the inside out, making you feel like you either have to grow with it, or explode like a star in the sky. I had that love, Daddy, Mommy. I grew from that love, like a flower does from sunlight. But, a monster, like you two, took everything from me. So, I’m going to ask you this.
Love? Is it eternal? No. There is no such thing as eternal love, love that will last forever after. Sooner or later, eventually, you will have to say goodbye. Reality always comes crashing through, slashing, cutting, harsh, and eternally merciless. All I could do was stand there, watching in horror as that monster bathed my body in my boyfriend’s blood. Lost, alone, afraid, pissed, and paralyzed. That was how I felt, Daddy, Mommy. That was how I felt as I drowned in my HEART’S blood!
I loved Lance with all my heart, and I was blessed with all the love he gave me, too!
The dead never come back, at least, not the way you once knew them.
I condemn my immortal soul to the mighty powers of DARKNESS. I will RETURN. My wrath will BURN hotter than the FLAMES behind the black THRONE in which I now kneel before. Tremble as you gaze into that shadowy darkness you condemned me to forever walk in alone, Daddy, Mommy. I will be dancing within, dancing towards the ones who took everything from me with all the hate and vengeance of HELL in my HANDS!
Mrs. Willows dropped the letter to her side as thunder echoed overhead, and looked at the image of her dying savior on the church wall. Her son had killed himself while performing some satanic ritual. That abandoned mansion had burned to the ground. Her child’s body had never been found, but satanic paraphernalia had been found in his car parked out front. It was believed by the forensics that his body had been burnt completely up in the devastating blaze. But, she knew better. Her son’s body was in the embraces of the Beast. Her mind has pictured so many terrible images over the year, it was driving her insane. Her son was Lucifer’s concubine.
“Please,” she whispered to the priest, showing him the letter. The only other person who knew about it was her husband, and he had laughed. “What do I do?”
Jude had died with so much hatred and anger in his soul. He had died a terrible sinner. There was no way God would even have looked upon him. Surely Jesus had sent him to Hell with tears in his eyes. Oh, how had her child turned out so badly? They had taught him how to obey, and yet he still chose to be a filthy homosexual.
The priest looked up from the letter. His wrinkled eyes looked at her with an emotion she could not place. “Well?” She asked him again.
He handed her back the letter as if it were burning him. “We shall pray.”
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
“TRUE SACRIFICE,” that sacred voice spoke with the heat of a dying star. “NOT LIKE THOSE HALF-ASSED PRAYERS OF INCENSE AND FLOWERS TO SILENT GODS THAT NEVER SPEAK NOR CARE.”
Violet eyes shimmered like molten amethyst jewels in the blinding darkness. The glowing gemstones were floating like twin orbs in the air. Ashes were floating in the air as a slender form began to take shape, dancing among all the ruin of what had once been.
“TAKE SHAPE!” That mighty voice boomed, crackling with the flashing lightning. “STAND BEFORE ME, SERVE ME IN IMMORTAL FLESH. DO MY BIDDING. SEND SOUL AFTER SOUL TO MY GATES. FEED MY BODY! MAKE ME GROW!”
The darkness clothing that snowy white flesh seethed and hissed with venomous malice. His pupils were emerald green slits with irises of violet splendor. The darkness seemed to float up off of him like mist, revealing his naked glory.
A winged serpent was wrapped around his slender frame. It was the most magnificent creature in all creation. The scales were soft and smooth as silk and looked to be made from solid gold. It had wings that would put the most beautiful male peacock to shame. The eyes burned like amber suns and its tongue flickered like liquid fire against his smooth flesh.
“I will do as you say, Master,” Jude smirked with petal red lips. They were fuller and more seductive than they had ever been before. Eat your heart out Brangelina. “I will make this world tremble and scream as it drowns in its own blood.”
He stroked the feathered serpent under its chin as it forever coiled around his body. He could feel the power flowing, bubbling, and burning with fury in his frozen veins. The heart in his chest was still, and harder than steel.
“First,” he said, taking his first steps with sensual, graceful ease. He seemed to glide across the floor like a fish does through crystal-blue water. His beautiful face that could put an alabaster Adonis to shame, twisted with poisonous rage. He was hideously gorgeous. “I will reveal to my parents the true color of hatred.” He had needed them. He had needed them so much. If only they had accepted him. Lance would still be alive.
He threw his head back, howling with laughter. It was all the demons in hell screaming at once.
“And then!” He shrieked like a bolt of lightning cutting a tall tree down the middle. “I will kill the one who took paradise from me!”
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
“Stay on your side, Goddamn it!” Dean growled, fighting to untangle Sammy’s arms from around him. He had to stop and pant for breath. The guy had a grip of steel. Well, at least he was warm, but damn, his brother’s feet were like ice. Oh, he hated that! “Come on, Sammy! You’re feet’s cold!”
“I want…pickled ice-cream, Dean,” Sammy mumbled, snoring loudly, right in his ear. He even made some eating noises with his mouth, too.
Dean rolled his eyes, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed deeply. That was just disgusting. Who the fuck ate pickled ice-cream? Did that shit even exist? Why the hell did he want it? It sounded like something a pregnant woman would want. AH! What the hell was Sammy dreaming?
He was pissed. Oh, he was pissed. His baby was ruined! Oh, why was he so alone in this world? “My car,” he sobbed, pushing on his brother. “My baby…”
“I love you, too, Dean,” Sammy mumbled, snuggling closer to him.
“JESUS HANGING ON HIS CROSS!” Dean roared.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Note: When Jude mentions “paradise” he’s referring to Lance.