Title: Together Like the Devil and Sin
A few nights a week, Jared lights a candle in the window and opens the doors to his speakeasy, welcoming one and all, so long as they know the password and how to keep their mouths shut. When the liquor starts to dry up and the revenuers start closing in, Jared is forced to hang all of his fortunes on Jensen, a bootlegger who offers him a lot of pretty promises and an even prettier smile. Together, they set off on a run that will take them from mountain hollows to metropolitan hideouts, from backwoods shacks to ritzy hotels and all points in between. They couldn't be more different; Jared is unassuming, low-keyed, and Jensen is as flashy as his souped-up Buick, but they soon discover that they have a lot more than moonshine in common.
A while ago, I wrote a little thing called Sacrament, a priest!AU dystopian wincest fic. Anyway, my punk rock boys and I were watching the ep last night, and when the demon was carted in with the iron face mask and the shackles etched with old magic, one of them turned to me and said, "huh. You wrote that first!" FREAKY.
In other news, got some more work done on my tattoo and it's healing up nicely, but man does this thing itch.