FIC LINK: Room and Board (SPN: Sam/Dean) Mature Audiences Only

[maygra]

Title: Room and Board
Author: Maygra
Fandom: Supernatural
Status: Complete
Ratings: Mature Adults Only
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Incest. Graphic sex. Rent-boy Fic. Mild reference to bondage and dicipline. Horrible rent boy cliches. Apologies to my hometown for any and all slurs, deserved as they may be at times. I am not a lawyer nor do I play one on TV. There's as much accuracy in the legal bits here as I and my court recorder friend could put together before bogging down helplessly. We're probably slightly more accurate than the WB would ever be on local statutes, laws, and allowable diversion of court resources.

Also, The Hex is a real place, (just not by that name) and as far as I know, Greg (not his real name) is a totally nice guy. Markos (not his real name), however, is a jerk and deserves what he got.

The following is a work of fiction. It is meant for mature adults and deals with mature themes.

Notes: Many, many thanks to aukestrel, thisisbone and a_mews for editing, betaing and going above and beyond the call.

This story was inspired by the picture you can find here and is a Christmas present for elynross whom you may all blame thank for me writing SPN slash at all. She wanted me to share.

The characters and situations portrayed here are not mine, they belong to the WB. This is a fan authored work and no profit is being made. Please do not link to this story without appropriate warnings. Please do not archive this story without my permission.

Comments

[rei-c.livejournal.com]

Oh, Maygra, I can't believe it took me this long to read this. I think I just spontaneously combusted; it was perfect and so true and dark and lovely, and I don't even have words.

Only this is why he never knew, never saw even a hint of it, in all the months they've been on the road and suddenly Dean knows there's probably only one other person, maybe, who's ever seen this part of Sam, or who Sam trusted enough to let see it, and she's dead. --Yes, this is it, this is it. So perfect for Dean to realise that, so perfect for Sam to let Dean see enough to see that, to see him. The way the 'fic progresses, with this atmosphere of just humidity, like the air's filled with so many things, weighted down and hard to breathe in, but just perfect. Oh, good God, you've killed me.

[maygra.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much *g*. And yeah, Sam became more himself I think, when he was at school. Soemthing Dean didn't get to see and couldn't know jsut yet. I'm so glad you liked it. Thank you for taking the time to comment.