Bred in Bone Verse
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,172
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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see first chapter for disclaimers and warnings.. heed the warnings..
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Sam watched from the mouth of the alley as Jason went to his knees for the well-dressed man. He took another drag from the tiny joint and slid down the wall to sit on his ass. The forty he had earned the day before was just barely enough to feed them for a day, so they decided to switch off days. They were both tall, thin, growing boys. It seemed they were always hungry. The pot probably didn’t help with the hunger, but it did help him ignore the grunting and heavy breathing going on less than twenty feet from him. And though neither boy enjoyed earning money this way, they didn’t know of any other way.
It had been Jason’s idea, he had done it before when he was on the street between foster families. Now he did it because his foster family sucked and used most all the state money on beer and pot. He tried to spend as little time at home as possible right now. Sam at least didn’t have to worry about being hit at home. At least not while John was out of town on a hunt.
Dean was off hunting and training with Caleb in Florida somewhere. Some swamp thing was killing people and Dad thought it was a good time for the eighteen year old Dean to learn survival techniques from someone other than him. He had left Sam in the motel saying that the room was paid up for the summer, but that he should be back in a couple of weeks. Sam had known then that he would be on his own until Dean came back. He hadn’t really been worried about it until the limited funds his father had left him with had run out. By then he had met Jason while hanging out around the gas station just around the corner from the motel. They hung out mostly in the laundry mat using spare change found in the bottom of the washers to play Pac-man.
It was a self contained community, several buildings formed an odd semi-circle that closed off the outside world. Airplanes from the military base were constantly taking off and landing, the noise bringing the property value of the area down drastically so that the only people that lived near by could just barely afford being there but at least they weren’t on the street.
Sam snorted, God, this pot was good shit. Why the hell was he even thinking this shit? Jason was eventually going to run again. Get out of town while he could. Maybe start selling his ass to earn enough to run further west. Sam wished he could do that. Wished he had the balls to head out on his own, but he knew that Dean would find him and kick his ass. So he stayed here and gave head for a few bucks and waited for the end of summer when Dean would come back and take care of things again, or his dad to get back and take him to Dean. Damn it, he just wanted Dean back.
He heard Jason spit finally, and looked to his friend as he staggered to his feet, money in hand. The dude looked fucked out. Jason and he grinned at each other and Sam passed the joint over without comment. He knew his friend would want to get that taste out of his mouth sooner rather than later. They turned and made their way out of the alley together, slouching their shoulders hoping no one would take notice of two teenaged boys just taking a walk of a dry Texas summer day.
Tbc…
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Sam watched from the mouth of the alley as Jason went to his knees for the well-dressed man. He took another drag from the tiny joint and slid down the wall to sit on his ass. The forty he had earned the day before was just barely enough to feed them for a day, so they decided to switch off days. They were both tall, thin, growing boys. It seemed they were always hungry. The pot probably didn’t help with the hunger, but it did help him ignore the grunting and heavy breathing going on less than twenty feet from him. And though neither boy enjoyed earning money this way, they didn’t know of any other way.
It had been Jason’s idea, he had done it before when he was on the street between foster families. Now he did it because his foster family sucked and used most all the state money on beer and pot. He tried to spend as little time at home as possible right now. Sam at least didn’t have to worry about being hit at home. At least not while John was out of town on a hunt.
Dean was off hunting and training with Caleb in Florida somewhere. Some swamp thing was killing people and Dad thought it was a good time for the eighteen year old Dean to learn survival techniques from someone other than him. He had left Sam in the motel saying that the room was paid up for the summer, but that he should be back in a couple of weeks. Sam had known then that he would be on his own until Dean came back. He hadn’t really been worried about it until the limited funds his father had left him with had run out. By then he had met Jason while hanging out around the gas station just around the corner from the motel. They hung out mostly in the laundry mat using spare change found in the bottom of the washers to play Pac-man.
It was a self contained community, several buildings formed an odd semi-circle that closed off the outside world. Airplanes from the military base were constantly taking off and landing, the noise bringing the property value of the area down drastically so that the only people that lived near by could just barely afford being there but at least they weren’t on the street.
Sam snorted, God, this pot was good shit. Why the hell was he even thinking this shit? Jason was eventually going to run again. Get out of town while he could. Maybe start selling his ass to earn enough to run further west. Sam wished he could do that. Wished he had the balls to head out on his own, but he knew that Dean would find him and kick his ass. So he stayed here and gave head for a few bucks and waited for the end of summer when Dean would come back and take care of things again, or his dad to get back and take him to Dean. Damn it, he just wanted Dean back.
He heard Jason spit finally, and looked to his friend as he staggered to his feet, money in hand. The dude looked fucked out. Jason and he grinned at each other and Sam passed the joint over without comment. He knew his friend would want to get that taste out of his mouth sooner rather than later. They turned and made their way out of the alley together, slouching their shoulders hoping no one would take notice of two teenaged boys just taking a walk of a dry Texas summer day.
Tbc…