Tanning For Abercrombie We must have died along, a long time ago...

whiskey bottle passed from hand to hand. Word of mouth. Avoid eye contact. Drink. Just that. Perhaps if you look at each other's eyes drown in a sea that no longer exit. bottle stops longer due in Dean's hand.
has been staring into space. A feeling that rips like hell hellhound "We should have died a long, long time ..."
But are there alive. Always gets revived. Dean
out of trance and turns his head slowly. Look at Sam, who is with furrowed brows wondering why somethingmp; aacute; gicas. Because I've had enough things for a fucking tragic day. For a fucking eternity. Also, do not think getting into that debate. "If you die, I'll kill you, and Dean sees determination in her eyes" If you die, I rose and kill you again.
And he's sure he would, because they have already done. That die and resurrect each other. They can not live without the other. And if now the pain is dull and stuck in the chest when they are missing the pain is unbearable. A pain that makes them think of pulling the skin into strips, to see if all those feelings disappear beneath them stuck too. do not know how but they are kissing. With Avidhands down the back. Sam grabs his neck, his hair, because it falls. If you drop falls. If it falls loose. Besos pressing very hard and rhythmic. Languages that are played before entering the mouth, tongue licking at the darkness, searching. Saliva running down sweaty torsos. The sheets are balled swept away by the storm of these large bodies that twist, stretch, spin and collide, such as hurricanes. bite scars indicate the times that have been about to die and never have. The bite claiming that only they can decide when he dies the other. And never, never let that happen. Never stop missing the other. . Sam buries a hand in his brother's hair as she caresses with a slow and maddening. It feels hard and hardens further.
Dean moans into his mouth and bites her lip, growling and increasing the pace of his hand. One hand on his penis and the other grab her ass in a desperate grip. Nails dig into the meat that tomorrow will be bruised, but who cares when you are making the best speck out of your life?
Increase the pace of hands and kissing and not know it right in the mouth. Besan chins and necks, are Lenguetazos blind. They are run moaning, howling, growling, biting and tearing skin veins. Is corrof as two storms that discharge without mercy. Are sticky and stained. Hands, abdomen, legs, faces, necks, torsos ... They are so full of saliva and semen of the other that they are confident that their DNA's are confused and mixed. They are sure that there is porn movie with a finish so dirty like that.
But do not give a shit. Because they are alive. Living together. And sex has to be dirty to be felt in the womb. And as they begin to lick, in turn, leaving not a single crack without the language to pass the know ...

That death will come to take them to hell those two together. Because while you remain standing, always rescues