A vamp!Winchesters fic, not necessarily set in any 'verse. Written for the 'Elvis Song Titles
' prompt at slashthedrabble
.Disclaimer: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke and Robert Singer.
Of all the hunting grounds they’ve claimed, Victorian England was Dean’s least favorite. The ladies of the ton were all so prim and proper – blood weak from dainty appetites, flavored by mild opiates. Peasant blood was even worse, tasting of disease and malnutrition, so Dean couldn’t take his pleasures from scarlet women as he had in earlier decades.
Sam wasn’t bothered. He’d developed a taste for stable boys by then, for which Dean would tease him mercilessly for ages after.
And occasionally Sam catches himself missing the Victorian style of dress. High collars and somber coats hid bite marks and bruises neatly, and Dean looked exceptional in gentleman’s attire, complete with gloves and hat and polished cane. The fine suits made Sam work harder to get Dean naked, teasing them both with waiting for flesh on flesh and fangs on skin.
Sam’s least favorite era was the American sixties. The novelty of Free Love and hemp-sweet blood faded quickly, and the only highlight of that period was when Dean felt inspired to grow out his hair.
Sam remembers the look fondly and thinks maybe it was enough to excuse the awful platforms brought home by disco a few years later.
[ end. ]
A/N: And if you enjoy vamp!Winchesters you should stop by vamps_win
and have a look :) It's a comm for all things Winchester, vamped (and Jared and Jensen vamped, too!)