All Those Pretty Lights
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Title: All Those Pretty Lights
Author: fool
Pairing: Sam/Dean (First-time)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: 226
Disclaimer: Not mine, just living vicariously through fic.
Summary: Commentfic, prompt: “The Ferris wheel is haunted.”
Author's Note: Title taken from Andrew Belle's song of the same name.
All Those Pretty Lights
The Ferris wheel was haunted. It was a high school girl who was stood up, didn’t get the boy, didn’t get anything she believed she needed. She committed suicide one night when she was tired of everything she thought she couldn’t handle, only to come back to that very same Ferris wheel when the carnival was in town the year after.
The salt and burn didn’t work, Sam figured that one out. She didn’t really want to toss kids out their seats. She only wanted one kiss in that stupid car as it swung from the top of the wheel, cool breeze on her face and the lights below mirroring the stars in the sky, and sounds of happiness blurring in the distance.
They took the car before any more kids got hurt. They sat there, going in circles, the noise getting louder and fading away, the lights too bright and colourful and then hazy, and nothing happening all the way around. Dean got edgy and Sam enjoyed the view. They waited.
When it eventually happened they were at the top and the air got cold. Dean looked at his brother for answers, relieved, excited to kill something again, but not knowing how. And Sam, with all his answers, turned, breath condensing in the space between them, and kissed him until the night turned warm again.
Author: fool
Pairing: Sam/Dean (First-time)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: 226
Disclaimer: Not mine, just living vicariously through fic.
Summary: Commentfic, prompt: “The Ferris wheel is haunted.”
Author's Note: Title taken from Andrew Belle's song of the same name.
All Those Pretty Lights
The Ferris wheel was haunted. It was a high school girl who was stood up, didn’t get the boy, didn’t get anything she believed she needed. She committed suicide one night when she was tired of everything she thought she couldn’t handle, only to come back to that very same Ferris wheel when the carnival was in town the year after.
The salt and burn didn’t work, Sam figured that one out. She didn’t really want to toss kids out their seats. She only wanted one kiss in that stupid car as it swung from the top of the wheel, cool breeze on her face and the lights below mirroring the stars in the sky, and sounds of happiness blurring in the distance.
They took the car before any more kids got hurt. They sat there, going in circles, the noise getting louder and fading away, the lights too bright and colourful and then hazy, and nothing happening all the way around. Dean got edgy and Sam enjoyed the view. They waited.
When it eventually happened they were at the top and the air got cold. Dean looked at his brother for answers, relieved, excited to kill something again, but not knowing how. And Sam, with all his answers, turned, breath condensing in the space between them, and kissed him until the night turned warm again.
