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Sam’s fucking his brother through the hood of the Impala. Dean’s legs are spread wide, wrists and ankles fastened to the wipers with barbed wire. Choked cries compete with the creaking metal buckling under Sam’s jackhammer thrusts.
When the hood crumples beneath them, Sam pulls out, releases the bindings from the wipers. He puts his brother on his knees, presses Dean’s belly against the windshield, fucks him through that too. When the back of the car is destroyed, the roof, the doors, they move inside.
The interior drips red- You always came apart for me in this back seat, baby.