Damaged people love you like you are a crime scene,before a crime has even been committed.
They keep their running shoes beside their souls every night,one eye open in case things
change whilst they sleep.
Their backs are always tense as though waiting
to fight a sudden storm that might engulf
them.
Because damaged people have already seen
hell.
And damaged people understand that every evil demon that exists down there was once a kind
angel before it fell.
This might not be 100% what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway!
Warning for gory descriptions.
The ceiling fan twitches overhead, making its final slow circles in the dark. Everything is quiet, except for Dean’s soft snores and the occasional car passing by outside, a hush like waves as its tires scrape the asphalt. Sam focuses on these things, as well as the dull pain of his thumb bothering the scar on his palm. If he doesn’t, he’ll have to look to his left where Jess’s skin is blackened and flaking. He refuses to look, but he can feel her smile, made crooked by the incoming wisdom teeth which had bothered her in the months before she died.
Sam pulls the thin motel sheets up to his chin and rolls to the right. Dean is sweaty and sleep-warm, his arm dangling over the side of his bed. Sam wonders how he does it. How did he relearn to sleep after forty years in Hell?
Sam isn’t sure when he last slept. Dreams and wakefulness are to difficult to tell apart these days.
Imagine if you will, a 22-year-old Dean Winchester. He’s on his own for about a month taking out some ghoul in California while his dad hunts a wraith in New England. Hustling pool makes money but it get boring after a while so he wanders around, looking for some kind of decent work with few to no questions asked.
He finds it, of course, as a stripper. And he’s good at it.
It’s fun, you know? All he has to do is take off his clothes and act sexy and the money he gets from appreciative men and women is damn good. Maybe he should just quit hustling and and do this when he’s not hunting.
Until one night he’s getting ready for a private dance. Some shy dude who’s been dragged out here by a very supportive and adventurous girlfriend or something. Dean’s a professional though, he’ll make sure this guy is at ease and get a good show. So imagine his surprise when he opens the door to the private room and finds his little brother sitting there.
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