June 15th, 2010

dean fire

shed your skin and let's get started

So this fic is intended to be some sort of musing on sex and death and grief. Basically it's 2,000 words of Dean and Lisa fucking. Also - all these codas have been written after Swan Song, and dead brothers and absent angels get more bed time with Dean than Lisa. I had to show a (fictional) sister some love. If I write it, she will come. or something.

Title is from the classic Aussie song Throw your arms around me by Mark Seymour, a song about love and sex and loss.

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