FILL: This I Promise You (1/2)beatlemaniac9June 30 2011, 01:12:59 UTC
1990
Sam held his brother’s hand as they crossed the street into the park. It looked a bit run down, but that was okay. Mostly, they just wanted to get out of the motel room.
Dad looked at them a bit funny whenever they held hands, but never said anything specifically to Sam. He told them both that Sam was getting to big for certain things, like cuddling at night and expecting Dean to sit in the bathroom with him while he took his shower. But Sam figured it was because Dean was too old, not him.
He enjoyed all the time he got to spend with Dean. Other kids in his class tended to say that their brothers or sisters were annoying, but Sam never thought that about his. He loved Dean.
In the park sat an elderly couple, bread in hand for the few birds that were around.
“Dean?”
“Yeah, kiddo?”
“Are we still gonna be together when we’re older?”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked, leading him to the swings. They each took a seat.
“Like those people over there.” Sam pointed rather rudely at the oblivious pair.
“Uh, Sam?” Dean hazarded, “You do know they’re married, right?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So brother’s don’t get married, Sammy.” Dean started to swing.
“I know that. But Miss Ellie says that people who love each other a lot and want to stay together forever get married. Don’t you want to stay with me, Dean?” Sam griped, pumping his legs until he was swinging higher than his brother.
“Of course I do, Sam, boys don’t marry other boys, either. They’re not allowed.”
“But what if I want to be?” Dean put his legs down to drag, stopping the swing.
“Sam, stop for a minute.” Sam skid to a stop. “If they ever make it where boys can get married, I promise I’ll find a way. Okay?”
“So you’ll marry me?” Sam sounded so hopeful, grin slipping across his face.
“Yeah, Sam. I’ll marry you.”
1999
Sixteen years old and Sam couldn’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of pride when Dean managed to navigate the group of hot chicks without flirting. Not that he and Sam were really together, but they kind of were. It didn’t need to be spoken.
And of course, Sam never forgot what Dean promised him in the park that day.
It seemed a bit silly to think that Dean would honor such a promise, but he never knew his brother to break one. But, at the current time, it’s irrelevant. Gay marriage=still not legal.
That night, Sam curled up in Dean’s arms, adjusting for the height he’d gained only recently. He didn’t quite fit like he used to, but it still felt like the most comfortable place in the world. Something about how warm Dean’s arms felt wrapped around his chest really gave him a sense of security. And whenever Dad was home, they’d curl up back to back, glad for the contact, but missing one another like a phantom limb. Dean told him that once, after a run in with a group of particularly nasty school bullies while Sam stitched him up.
Even if they still couldn’t be together like everyone else, out in the open, bound by metal and god and state, he knew they’d still be like this when they got old.
FILL: This I Promise You (2/2)beatlemaniac9June 30 2011, 01:13:16 UTC
2011
Sam and Dean were in a bar when they saw the news: New York now legalized same-sex marriages.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Dean smirked. “Equality: 1, Homophobes: 0.”
Sam felt suddenly warm with the realization, and what it could mean for them. New York doesn’t require state residency to apply for a marriage license.
“Hey Dean,” Sam hesitantly spoke. Dean turned to face him, “Are we gonna get married?”
If Dean didn’t remember his promise, this would be awkward.
“Huh?”
“I already proposed when I was seven, Dean, and you said yes.” He figured he’d not mention the promise. If Dean truly didn’t remember, or didn’t want to be married, he’d give him the out.
“Oh, uh…maybe?” Dean took a gulp of his beer as he calmed his breathing a bit. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, Dean.” Sam looked away, feeling a bit crushed.
Dean decided it was time to step up.
“Sammy, I didn’t even think that you’d remember-”
“It’s okay.” Sam interrupted.
“No, Sam, I thought you wouldn’t remember, so I was going to propose to you.” Dean smirked, pulling out a small box from his pocket. “We’ve been hearing about this in the news for the past few days, and somehow I just knew it would pass.”
Sam’s eyes filled with tears as he watched Dean open the box. Inside sat a single platinum ring, and it was perfect.
Dean, noticing the look on his face, slipped the ring onto his lover’s left hand, and smiled. “I want to be with you forever, Sammy. Besides, I don’t break promises.”
Sam held his brother’s hand as they crossed the street into the park. It looked a bit run down, but that was okay. Mostly, they just wanted to get out of the motel room.
Dad looked at them a bit funny whenever they held hands, but never said anything specifically to Sam. He told them both that Sam was getting to big for certain things, like cuddling at night and expecting Dean to sit in the bathroom with him while he took his shower. But Sam figured it was because Dean was too old, not him.
He enjoyed all the time he got to spend with Dean. Other kids in his class tended to say that their brothers or sisters were annoying, but Sam never thought that about his. He loved Dean.
In the park sat an elderly couple, bread in hand for the few birds that were around.
“Dean?”
“Yeah, kiddo?”
“Are we still gonna be together when we’re older?”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked, leading him to the swings. They each took a seat.
“Like those people over there.” Sam pointed rather rudely at the oblivious pair.
“Uh, Sam?” Dean hazarded, “You do know they’re married, right?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So brother’s don’t get married, Sammy.” Dean started to swing.
“I know that. But Miss Ellie says that people who love each other a lot and want to stay together forever get married. Don’t you want to stay with me, Dean?” Sam griped, pumping his legs until he was swinging higher than his brother.
“Of course I do, Sam, boys don’t marry other boys, either. They’re not allowed.”
“But what if I want to be?” Dean put his legs down to drag, stopping the swing.
“Sam, stop for a minute.” Sam skid to a stop. “If they ever make it where boys can get married, I promise I’ll find a way. Okay?”
“So you’ll marry me?” Sam sounded so hopeful, grin slipping across his face.
“Yeah, Sam. I’ll marry you.”
1999
Sixteen years old and Sam couldn’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of pride when Dean managed to navigate the group of hot chicks without flirting. Not that he and Sam were really together, but they kind of were. It didn’t need to be spoken.
And of course, Sam never forgot what Dean promised him in the park that day.
It seemed a bit silly to think that Dean would honor such a promise, but he never knew his brother to break one. But, at the current time, it’s irrelevant. Gay marriage=still not legal.
That night, Sam curled up in Dean’s arms, adjusting for the height he’d gained only recently. He didn’t quite fit like he used to, but it still felt like the most comfortable place in the world. Something about how warm Dean’s arms felt wrapped around his chest really gave him a sense of security. And whenever Dad was home, they’d curl up back to back, glad for the contact, but missing one another like a phantom limb. Dean told him that once, after a run in with a group of particularly nasty school bullies while Sam stitched him up.
Even if they still couldn’t be together like everyone else, out in the open, bound by metal and god and state, he knew they’d still be like this when they got old.
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Sam and Dean were in a bar when they saw the news: New York now legalized same-sex marriages.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Dean smirked. “Equality: 1, Homophobes: 0.”
Sam felt suddenly warm with the realization, and what it could mean for them. New York doesn’t require state residency to apply for a marriage license.
“Hey Dean,” Sam hesitantly spoke. Dean turned to face him, “Are we gonna get married?”
If Dean didn’t remember his promise, this would be awkward.
“Huh?”
“I already proposed when I was seven, Dean, and you said yes.” He figured he’d not mention the promise. If Dean truly didn’t remember, or didn’t want to be married, he’d give him the out.
“Oh, uh…maybe?” Dean took a gulp of his beer as he calmed his breathing a bit.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, Dean.” Sam looked away, feeling a bit crushed.
Dean decided it was time to step up.
“Sammy, I didn’t even think that you’d remember-”
“It’s okay.” Sam interrupted.
“No, Sam, I thought you wouldn’t remember, so I was going to propose to you.” Dean smirked, pulling out a small box from his pocket. “We’ve been hearing about this in the news for the past few days, and somehow I just knew it would pass.”
Sam’s eyes filled with tears as he watched Dean open the box. Inside sat a single platinum ring, and it was perfect.
Dean, noticing the look on his face, slipped the ring onto his lover’s left hand, and smiled. “I want to be with you forever, Sammy. Besides, I don’t break promises.”
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little sammy was adorable and dean wouldn't break a promise to him!!
thanks for picking this prompt the timestamps where awesome and it almost made me cry too!
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