Who: Sam & Dean Winchester
What: Dean comes home to find a very drunken Sam
When: The night after
this thread.
Where: Sam & Dean's hotel room.
Rating: PG-13 for now. Subject to change.
Status: Complete, Private
Warning: There be Wincest here.
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Beware! There be drunken!Sammy ahead! )
He removed his shirt and used it to wipe his face and the sweat from his chest.
"I'm okay Sammy" he said lowly.
"I didn't mean to wake you up."
He knew that Sam was bound to have a headache as it doesn't take long to go into hangover mode.
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"It's okay, Dean," he said softly. "...What... do you wanna talk?"
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"It's just the nightmare I've had ever since, well you know what" he said not even wanting to say went to hell.
I keep waking up at the part where the demons are holding me in place and tormenting me. They're saying bad things Sammy."
He tried to keep himself from saying what the demons were saying to him but he knew Sam would persist until he finally told him.
"They said I would never get to see you again until they show me how they finally kill you Sammy."
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"I believe you Sammy. I just don't think I could make it if something was to happen to you. It had to be hard for you to go on knowing what happened to me..." Dean said still not able to say it.
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"It... yeah. Yeah, it was. But I did what I could. And now you're back, Dean! You're back and we can... we've got a chance to..." he couldn't bring himself to say it, could only hold Dean close and imagine. "...We both came back from the dead, Dean. You from hell, me from God-knows-where. Isn't it obvious? Neither of us are gonna be going anywhere. Not for a long time."
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"I want that more than anything" Dean said wrapping his arms around Sam hoping that he could make sure nothing would ever happen to him again. Dean wondered what Sam was going to say. A chance to what?
"We have a chance to what Sammy?"
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"Sammy, were you serious about um.....about what you said earlier?"
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"...Listen, Dean, I know. I know you probably hate me for saying it. But it's the truth. You're a pretty short guy."
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"I am not short, I might be pretty, but I'm not short. You just don't know what you're talking about."
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"...It's like, three in the morning. We should probably... get some sleep," he said, going to stand up and move to the other bed. He doubted Dean had taken kindly to being dragged into bed the previous night.
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"But you're staying right here" he said keeping his arms locked around him from behind.
"Don't leave me" Dean said slowly starting to drift off to sleep. "I don't want to have another nightmare."
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As soon as their lips touched, Sam's eyes went wide. He pulled back instantly, his mind racing, wondering if he'd really done that and if he could find some way to blame it on the alcohol. "I---I----"
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