ao3 // inspired by the Pride Flag colours and their respective meanings (loosely)
RED: Life
Red is the hot pulse of alive. That thing that drives Dean when it’s him and a were, or a vamp, or a demon, and maybe a knife. Red is the weight of his favourite gun in his hands. It’s the whistle of a bullet he doesn’t wait to see hit its mark. He knows it will. He is already gone, the way blood recedes into a rag.
Red is how difficult cleaning up is when there’s a thrum of do, and do, and live, and kill, nagging just under Dean’s red plaid. Just under his red-stained skin. He can scratch with red under his nails but the itch will remain.
Red is the way he fucks Cas sometimes. Violent and demanding. Red streaks clashing against gold where fingers dig a brief home. Indents of teeth left in plump lips. Red cheeks, tinted shoulders and flushed cocks. Red is the way Cas takes it, like he is the one who is giving, here.
The flames were red, or at least that’s how Dean recalls the memories of his four year old self. Red screams, a red command, something red on Sammy’s mouth, red that rivers not from veiny eyes, but from the crack in his soul. New and hungry. Ready to grow like red.
Red is the beginning, it is the end, and in Dean’s case, it is a lot of the in between.
Omg @fanforfanatic this is just?????? Beautiful????? Poetic????? Magical?????? I love so much of this. All of it actually. ❤️💛💚💙💜
😭😭😭 you are too sweet to me bby
Colours of Pride
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