Nile

>>Nile

 

TITLE: Nile

AUTHOR: ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Season 2 finale two parter.

GENRE: Gen.

CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby, YED, OCs.

SUMMARY: Set after season 2 and is about that…spoilery issue we all worry about *pets Dean*. Also? *deep breath* Involves Sam Winchester kissing Dean Winchester and yet this is not wincest but gen. Also? Ancient Egypt. And yet this is not AU. (My brain is broken. This is an attempt to break your brain too because I won’t be the only one with a broken brain here, m’kay? Yes. I am five years old. Really.)

RATING: PG-16. For some disturbing rites.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: I may take them on occasion to boldly go where they…may have gone before, but no, I do not own them.

NOTE: hiyacynth’s fault. All she does is make me think of naked Sam Winchester. (Her inner editor/commentator also rocks as hard as her. Thank you, hon!)

Also? I shouldn’t be reading the books I’ve been reading. Also? Dear shiny flist, I do love you dearly, but you shouldn’t be encouraging me. Really. *facepalm* (Also? I probably shouldn’t say “also” the whole time. I’m just saying.)

Also covers found_fic_spn challenge nr 8.

 

 

(Ren)

 

The papyrus crackles in his hands. His head hurts.

 

.::::.

 

(Ba)

 

The walls around him are tall, solid, sturdy, bent inwards, meeting at some metaphorical zenith above him. Hieroglyphs and pictures seem to follow him in blue and green tones everywhere, more intense where light hits them, faded the more shadows approach. He wants to study them, but right now getting a feel of the place is important, despite the thudding on his head, the dizziness. He thinks he recognizes Osiris and Bastet in some of them, gods larger than the nameless people, their eyes more than just pigments on rock. He can play Indiana Jones later. The sandals are clapping too loud on the tiles, their sound coming back as echo. He’s used to wearing layers upon layers of clothing so right now this? Qualifies as stark naked to him, even though he hasn’t had much time to realize what he’s wearing or what he isn’t. He bends down, fumbles with the leather sandals, takes them off, carries them as he walks noiselessly, a big predator, like the shadow he’s used to chasing.

 

He must find Dean.

 

( Nile )