Kink Bingo!

So I may, just possibly, have joined Kink Bingo. Evidence includes the card beneath the cut. Further evidence can be found in my next post. Evidence of my sanity has not been see in quite some time.

( My first (aren't I optimistic!) Kink Bingo card )

New Fic: Sink Into Stone (SPN, NC17, read the warnings)

Title: Sink Into Stone
Author: rivestra 
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam, also, um…::cough::... kinda Castiel/Lucifer
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Oh yeah. Wincest, of the fuck-or-die variety. Also blood and knife play. And I’m probably going to hell now, just for the POV.
Length: 2,950 words, complete
Summary: ::flails:: Dean’s not going to let a little thing like Lucifer rising get between him and his brother.
Spoilers: for 422, Lucifer Rising. I’d probably go so far as to call this an extended episode tag, seeing as it’s not gonna make any sense if you haven’t seen the episode.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with toys left out by the great collective conscious. I own none of the characters here, especially Lucifer.
ETA: Now with Beta! Much thanks to varkelton for pushing and making this weird little thing much stronger.

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Awareness comes slowly, stretching up through the stone. I feel each pebble and grain as I pass, sifting through them, pushing and tugging for a path upwards. When my light finally bursts free to flood the chapel, my own raw power staggers me. I reel, formless, reaching blindly for something, anything to stabilize the flow, searching the darkness until, finally, my tendrils stretch enough and I feel him, my anchor in the darkness, wide open and ready for me. Scared and strong, vital and righteous and broken. Perfectly prepared for me, standing there next to the last of his strength.

Touching him is like coming home, and it fills me with more longing than I have felt all in the millennia of my exile. Greedily, I reach for him, my light painting his skin, the tendrils of it sinking in deeper and deeper, gaining strength as they easily penetrate the last of his defenses, gently starting to pry him from the one, the brother, next to him.

He is mine. Soon, he will be nothing more than a part of me as once again I am become what I have always been.

( Read on (but don't say I didn't warn ya) )