Down Off Your Throne [Gen, PG]
When last I prompted smilla02, she raised the bar, giving us a gorgeous snippet of Sam perfection called only at evening, as he returns. And now, Team Dean fights back. *g* (This is a 4.14 coda, so watch out for 4.14 spoilers, and as a reminder, Team Dean owns neither Dean nor Blind Faith's "Can't Find My Way Home," which provided the title.)
Down Off Your Throne [Gen, PG, 100 words]
Down Off Your Throne
He watches Bobby’s car disappear into the distance, answers Sam’s lies with his own and washes them down with lukewarm cola.
Later, the steering wheel imprints its pattern on the insides of his fists; Sam sleeps and he whispers the truth, that a world where he’s never held Sam back-never buried his shoulder in Sam’s chest, never locked his arms around Sam’s waist and pushed-is a world where he’s alone, where his brother’s made of memory and ash, the smoldering ruins of a tiny California apartment.
So, yeah. He holds Sam back. Like hell he’s gonna stop now.
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Down Off Your Throne [Gen, PG, 100 words]
Down Off Your Throne
He watches Bobby’s car disappear into the distance, answers Sam’s lies with his own and washes them down with lukewarm cola.
Later, the steering wheel imprints its pattern on the insides of his fists; Sam sleeps and he whispers the truth, that a world where he’s never held Sam back-never buried his shoulder in Sam’s chest, never locked his arms around Sam’s waist and pushed-is a world where he’s alone, where his brother’s made of memory and ash, the smoldering ruins of a tiny California apartment.
So, yeah. He holds Sam back. Like hell he’s gonna stop now.
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