SPN fic: Still Standing
Title: Still Standing
Rating: T
Summary: Dean grabbed his brother and pulled him close. "I thought you were dead." Tag to "Hunted."
Warnings: Wincest, language
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Genre: Hurt/comfort
Prompt: touch @ spn_30snapshots
The second Sam had his arm free, Dean whipped the rest of his restrains off and threw himself to his feet, grabbing his brother and pulling him close. “I thought you were dead,” he whispered fiercely.
“Dean-”
But Dean cut him off with a heartfelt kiss, reveling in the feel of Sammy safe and whole in his arms, lips warm against his, not caring about the slight tang of blood in his mouth. Sam was alive.
“Mm,” Sam hummed, smiling into the kiss. “As much as I love this, I don’t think now’s the best time or place.”
“You’re right.” Dean forced himself to pull back, one hand lingering to cup Sam’s cheek tenderly, reassuring himself once again that his brother was still there. Then he shook himself and whipped around to the door Sam had come through and snarled, “Where’s Gordon? I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch!”
Rating: T
Summary: Dean grabbed his brother and pulled him close. "I thought you were dead." Tag to "Hunted."
Warnings: Wincest, language
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Genre: Hurt/comfort
Prompt: touch @ spn_30snapshots
The second Sam had his arm free, Dean whipped the rest of his restrains off and threw himself to his feet, grabbing his brother and pulling him close. “I thought you were dead,” he whispered fiercely.
“Dean-”
But Dean cut him off with a heartfelt kiss, reveling in the feel of Sammy safe and whole in his arms, lips warm against his, not caring about the slight tang of blood in his mouth. Sam was alive.
“Mm,” Sam hummed, smiling into the kiss. “As much as I love this, I don’t think now’s the best time or place.”
“You’re right.” Dean forced himself to pull back, one hand lingering to cup Sam’s cheek tenderly, reassuring himself once again that his brother was still there. Then he shook himself and whipped around to the door Sam had come through and snarled, “Where’s Gordon? I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch!”