Broken Hearts and Healing Wounds
Title: Broken Hearts and Healing Wounds
Part 9
Author: rahram
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Word Count: 613
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This disclaimer should be disclaimed.
Warnings: Incest.
Notes: Awhile back I read a question about the brothers and how they never really deal with their love for one another, so the idea got buried in my mind and I've slowly (very slowly) been writing this.
Summary: After Sam has told Dean how he feels about him, he disappears, leaving Dean to come to terms about the love his brother harbors for him.
More of my fic can be found Here
|| Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 ||
Sam awakes to gentle gliding of fingers on his arm. As he rolls over he can’t help the grin that appears when he sees his brother. “Think Rose will cook for us?” Dean whispers through his own smile.
“I don’t see why not, she’s always trying to make me eat anyways,” Sam replies, rolling closer and gently kissing his brother.
“Alright, let’s go see what she’s making for breakfast,” Dean tells his brother, while rolling out of bed and searching for his clothes.
Fifteen minutes later, Sam uses his key to open the oddly silent house. “Dean, something doesn’t seem right,” Sam voices his concerns to his big brother, “It doesn’t seem as bright today.”
Dean looks around the used to be airy kitchen, “Was there always this much dust?” He questions running his fingers through a layer sitting on the countertop that doesn’t look like it’s been touched in years.
Sam frowns as he moves into the living room to notice all the furniture covered in plastic. “Dean it doesn’t look like it’s been lived in for a while,” Sam walks back in the kitchen and watches as his brother opens cabinets and finds them bare. “Hey, can I see your phone?” he asks his brother and waits for him to toss it to him. Turning around, Sam calls Rose’s niece, Mary, only to find out the number is wrong. “What the fuck is going on?” he asks as he turns to find his brother no longer in room. “Dean?” he calls out, scared he’s dreamed everything up since running away.
“In here Sam,” Dean calls back, and Sam moves to follow his voice, eventually finding his older brother in the master bedroom. “Look,” he says handing over a piece of paper.
Dear boys,
You two were always meant to be with each other, never separate. I’ve felt great pain watching as both of you have risked your lives without realizing that if one of you dies, the other will cease to exist also.
You two deserve the best you can get. I’m not implying to go against what your father has taught you. I’m just saying that be what each other needs. Make your lives how you want them, not how anyone has told you to form it.
I wish I could have told you two boys this face to face, but my time was up so a letter will hopefully do. The house that you have thought of as mine, is now yours, everything that was mine is yours. Do as you please with it. Make it a home base, or make it a home, I am giving you the choice to take what your heart truly wants.
With all my love,
Mom
“Dean?” Sam whispers as tears tip over his eyes to run down his face. “Do you think it was actually mom?”
“What do you think, Sammy?” Dean turns the question back around, “You lived here, you’ll know before me.”
Sam smiles as the memories flood inside his mind. From the way he instantly felt love for the woman, to the way she wanted to help Dean without ever knowing him. Sam nods, “Yeah, I think it was mom.”
“Well then,” Dean says letting his hands fall to his brother’s hips, “What do you want to do with the house, baby boy?”
“Can we stay?” Sam asks hesitantly.
“That what you want?” Dean questions as he places a chaste kiss to his brothers dry lips.
“Yeah,” he smiles, “I want to stay.”
“Then welcome home baby,” Dean whispers over his lips, moving his hands to take the letter from his little brothers hands and fold it back up.
Part 9
Author: rahram
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Word Count: 613
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This disclaimer should be disclaimed.
Warnings: Incest.
Notes: Awhile back I read a question about the brothers and how they never really deal with their love for one another, so the idea got buried in my mind and I've slowly (very slowly) been writing this.
Summary: After Sam has told Dean how he feels about him, he disappears, leaving Dean to come to terms about the love his brother harbors for him.
More of my fic can be found Here
|| Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 ||
Sam awakes to gentle gliding of fingers on his arm. As he rolls over he can’t help the grin that appears when he sees his brother. “Think Rose will cook for us?” Dean whispers through his own smile.
“I don’t see why not, she’s always trying to make me eat anyways,” Sam replies, rolling closer and gently kissing his brother.
“Alright, let’s go see what she’s making for breakfast,” Dean tells his brother, while rolling out of bed and searching for his clothes.
Fifteen minutes later, Sam uses his key to open the oddly silent house. “Dean, something doesn’t seem right,” Sam voices his concerns to his big brother, “It doesn’t seem as bright today.”
Dean looks around the used to be airy kitchen, “Was there always this much dust?” He questions running his fingers through a layer sitting on the countertop that doesn’t look like it’s been touched in years.
Sam frowns as he moves into the living room to notice all the furniture covered in plastic. “Dean it doesn’t look like it’s been lived in for a while,” Sam walks back in the kitchen and watches as his brother opens cabinets and finds them bare. “Hey, can I see your phone?” he asks his brother and waits for him to toss it to him. Turning around, Sam calls Rose’s niece, Mary, only to find out the number is wrong. “What the fuck is going on?” he asks as he turns to find his brother no longer in room. “Dean?” he calls out, scared he’s dreamed everything up since running away.
“In here Sam,” Dean calls back, and Sam moves to follow his voice, eventually finding his older brother in the master bedroom. “Look,” he says handing over a piece of paper.
Dear boys,
You two were always meant to be with each other, never separate. I’ve felt great pain watching as both of you have risked your lives without realizing that if one of you dies, the other will cease to exist also.
You two deserve the best you can get. I’m not implying to go against what your father has taught you. I’m just saying that be what each other needs. Make your lives how you want them, not how anyone has told you to form it.
I wish I could have told you two boys this face to face, but my time was up so a letter will hopefully do. The house that you have thought of as mine, is now yours, everything that was mine is yours. Do as you please with it. Make it a home base, or make it a home, I am giving you the choice to take what your heart truly wants.
With all my love,
Mom
“Dean?” Sam whispers as tears tip over his eyes to run down his face. “Do you think it was actually mom?”
“What do you think, Sammy?” Dean turns the question back around, “You lived here, you’ll know before me.”
Sam smiles as the memories flood inside his mind. From the way he instantly felt love for the woman, to the way she wanted to help Dean without ever knowing him. Sam nods, “Yeah, I think it was mom.”
“Well then,” Dean says letting his hands fall to his brother’s hips, “What do you want to do with the house, baby boy?”
“Can we stay?” Sam asks hesitantly.
“That what you want?” Dean questions as he places a chaste kiss to his brothers dry lips.
“Yeah,” he smiles, “I want to stay.”
“Then welcome home baby,” Dean whispers over his lips, moving his hands to take the letter from his little brothers hands and fold it back up.