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It's the first time Sam's ever thought it: that maybe being the Antichrist has its perks after all. Because wherever modern science fails, all Lucifer has to do is wave His majestic hand and anything could be realized.
Alec is perfect. Sam means that in the literal way. The guy has the very essence of Dean, everything that's good about him (which is a whole damn lot) wrapped all tight in such a beautiful package - Dean's youthful looks when he was 22. It's a little weird, sure, how now Sam is actually the older, well, not brother. The older half of whatever they have, but Alec doesn't seem to mind. And Sam tells him everything the first few minutes they met. It's those eyes, he thinks, the ones he can't ever lie to.
"Huh," Alec purses his lips, puckered the way Dean liked it to be. "It's definitely a little weird knowing there's another me somewhere out there."
"Dean's no longer here," Sam explains, smiling softly. "He's gone."
Alec's sympathy looks awkward on his gorgeous face, but it's because Sam knows his brother truly well that he knows it's genuine. "Where is he now?"
"Heaven," Sam says, rolling his head back on automatic, peering up into the clear blue sky. "With his angel. He's done enough for this place."
It's painful at first, watching Dean grew old when he couldn't age even a day, but Sam's gone through enough to know that it's good enough to know that Dean's somewhere better now. Could be peaceful, even, if Castiel doesn't give him a hard time up there. Alec watches as Sam laugh at the thought, hair in his eyes the way Sam remembered from before Stanford.
"Hey!"
Sam breaks free from his daydream to see Alec splashing around in the emerald blue water, chest glistening and teeth bright white in the dusk light. He's already stripping out of his shirt when Alec swims over to the edge, a feral smirk slowly growing. He tilts his head impishly and Sam drops his pants altogether, standing naked against the fading sunlight. "Really, dude? Skinny dipping in Luke's pool?"
Alec shrugs, ducking his head boyishly. Sam feels his dick stirring. "What's the use of being the Antichrist if you can't get into promiscuous behavior once in a while, Sammy?"
As Sam dives into the pool, he thinks, they're the only ones who get to call him that. And he's happy.
Oh, this is wonderful. I love the unexpected direction you took with it. I was expecting something strictly with DA, but I really like the idea of Sam creating Alec in memory of Dean. Lovely, lovely. Thank you. :)
Alec is perfect. Sam means that in the literal way. The guy has the very essence of Dean, everything that's good about him (which is a whole damn lot) wrapped all tight in such a beautiful package - Dean's youthful looks when he was 22. It's a little weird, sure, how now Sam is actually the older, well, not brother. The older half of whatever they have, but Alec doesn't seem to mind. And Sam tells him everything the first few minutes they met. It's those eyes, he thinks, the ones he can't ever lie to.
"Huh," Alec purses his lips, puckered the way Dean liked it to be. "It's definitely a little weird knowing there's another me somewhere out there."
"Dean's no longer here," Sam explains, smiling softly. "He's gone."
Alec's sympathy looks awkward on his gorgeous face, but it's because Sam knows his brother truly well that he knows it's genuine. "Where is he now?"
"Heaven," Sam says, rolling his head back on automatic, peering up into the clear blue sky. "With his angel. He's done enough for this place."
It's painful at first, watching Dean grew old when he couldn't age even a day, but Sam's gone through enough to know that it's good enough to know that Dean's somewhere better now. Could be peaceful, even, if Castiel doesn't give him a hard time up there. Alec watches as Sam laugh at the thought, hair in his eyes the way Sam remembered from before Stanford.
"Hey!"
Sam breaks free from his daydream to see Alec splashing around in the emerald blue water, chest glistening and teeth bright white in the dusk light. He's already stripping out of his shirt when Alec swims over to the edge, a feral smirk slowly growing. He tilts his head impishly and Sam drops his pants altogether, standing naked against the fading sunlight. "Really, dude? Skinny dipping in Luke's pool?"
Alec shrugs, ducking his head boyishly. Sam feels his dick stirring. "What's the use of being the Antichrist if you can't get into promiscuous behavior once in a while, Sammy?"
As Sam dives into the pool, he thinks, they're the only ones who get to call him that. And he's happy.
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