: Switched at DeathAuthor
: hmm . . . note that it'll be weird, will be a short WIPCharacters
: Dean, Sam, Sam[ofc]Rating
: R (Violence, Language)Summary
: I am not affiliated with Supernatural, Warner Bros., or anyone associated with the "Supernatural" series. I am not endorsed by any of the aforementioned parties. Rights to the characters and their likenesses are neither claimed nor implied.
“You’re going to have to trust me,” he says. His voice is low and rough and hair prickles all over my body. His hand closes over my mouth before I can scream. I think my bladder’s about to give out and I struggle from his hands, my arms thrashing, my legs kicking and I scream and scream before he’s on top of me again, his arms pushing on my face and chest so tight that I whimper at the pain. He hears me and releases a little as if he forgot something. As if he didn’t realize I was 5’4” and just over a hundred pounds. As if grabbing me like a sumo wrestler wouldn’t hurt. ( . . . )