SPN: Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
Title: Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
Author: papered
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 297 words
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, not mine.
Summary: Dean had never been able to refuse his brother anything, and that wasn't going to change now.
Notes: My first Wincest fic, written for a quick exercise - opening up iTunes and writing something inspired by the song playing at the time. REO Speedwagon - Can't Fight This Feeling. Thank you to Joya for the beta.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
-Helena, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
He's lying on the bed, eyes tracking the bumps on the ceiling, a warm body at his side. It's rare that he wakes up before Sam, but the times he does, it's peaceful being able to think about nothing and everything in those early moments.
The head lying on his shoulder shifts, and Dean has to suppress his smile as Sam rolls onto his side and burrows himself back into the covers. His brother's long limbs tangle with everything - the covers, the bed sheets, even Dean's legs, which should have been out of reach.
Some say that love is a sightless and dangerous thing, but looking at the boyish features of his brother, Dean knows that this is worth the risk. The rest of the world would say that their love is wrong, sinful, but when he's pressing Sam against the wall (as he'd done the night before), their tongues entwined in an intricate dance only they can follow, he knows for certain that love is blind. Every moment feels like they’re standing together on the tip of a mountain, where any force from any direction can topple them over. But every breath is held until the other breathes first, and still they remain, living precariously on that precipice that makes up their world.
He'd fought against his reservations and inner demons for so long, until he's not strong enough to resist anymore. And all it had taken was Sam's single smile to wipe all the doubts away.
Life is too short to spend holding back, especially for Dean. He knows that his days are numbered, and sooner or later, he'll have to pay for the deal he'd made.
But for now, in what’s left of his borrowed time, he's going to make every minute count.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
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Author: papered
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 297 words
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, not mine.
Summary: Dean had never been able to refuse his brother anything, and that wasn't going to change now.
Notes: My first Wincest fic, written for a quick exercise - opening up iTunes and writing something inspired by the song playing at the time. REO Speedwagon - Can't Fight This Feeling. Thank you to Joya for the beta.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
-Helena, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
He's lying on the bed, eyes tracking the bumps on the ceiling, a warm body at his side. It's rare that he wakes up before Sam, but the times he does, it's peaceful being able to think about nothing and everything in those early moments.
The head lying on his shoulder shifts, and Dean has to suppress his smile as Sam rolls onto his side and burrows himself back into the covers. His brother's long limbs tangle with everything - the covers, the bed sheets, even Dean's legs, which should have been out of reach.
Some say that love is a sightless and dangerous thing, but looking at the boyish features of his brother, Dean knows that this is worth the risk. The rest of the world would say that their love is wrong, sinful, but when he's pressing Sam against the wall (as he'd done the night before), their tongues entwined in an intricate dance only they can follow, he knows for certain that love is blind. Every moment feels like they’re standing together on the tip of a mountain, where any force from any direction can topple them over. But every breath is held until the other breathes first, and still they remain, living precariously on that precipice that makes up their world.
He'd fought against his reservations and inner demons for so long, until he's not strong enough to resist anymore. And all it had taken was Sam's single smile to wipe all the doubts away.
Life is too short to spend holding back, especially for Dean. He knows that his days are numbered, and sooner or later, he'll have to pay for the deal he'd made.
But for now, in what’s left of his borrowed time, he's going to make every minute count.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
+ Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
+ Feel free to friend this journal for future updates.