This is astonishingly gorgeous. I don't think I left a comment on the first part - shame on me, but it just hurt too much. I've pulled myself together for this part.
If he'd had a thousand years, he couldn't have imagined anyone -- even Dean, and Sam knows just how much his brother loves him -- hurting like that over him, and the revelation is both humbling and terrifying. It's staggering to try to quantify Dean's love for Sam.
He thinks it should be harder to say, that it should feel like a momentous decision, but it's just a simple fact, as unremarkable as the blue of the sky or the heat of the sun. Good, Sammy.
"Boy, what did you do to him?" I love your Missouri.
can throw a dagger with more precision than he can, and Sam thinks there was a time when Dean would have tried to bang her on principle alone. This is awesome.
He pulls off Dean's boots, then his jeans and t-shirt, unable to shake the image of a frat boy preparing a rufied coed, especially when each newly revealed bit of Dean's skin sends a guilty jolt to his cock. There's so much guilt wrapped up in their desire for each other.
"I want what you'll give me, not what I can take." And here is where I fell in love with Sam.
He calls Dean baby, something he's never done before and might never do again, but it just feels right as Dean sparks under his touch, and the slow shiver that goes through Dean's body when he says it takes Sam's breath away. ooh, that's gorgeous!
You know, you leave these wonderful comments, and I'm always kind of at a loss how to respond, because apparently answering feedback is even harder than leaving it, but... just, thank you, a lot. Your comments always leave me glowing.
If he'd had a thousand years, he couldn't have imagined anyone -- even Dean, and Sam knows just how much his brother loves him -- hurting like that over him, and the revelation is both humbling and terrifying. It's staggering to try to quantify Dean's love for Sam.
He thinks it should be harder to say, that it should feel like a momentous decision, but it's just a simple fact, as unremarkable as the blue of the sky or the heat of the sun. Good, Sammy.
"Boy, what did you do to him?" I love your Missouri.
can throw a dagger with more precision than he can, and Sam thinks there was a time when Dean would have tried to bang her on principle alone. This is awesome.
He pulls off Dean's boots, then his jeans and t-shirt, unable to shake the image of a frat boy preparing a rufied coed, especially when each newly revealed bit of Dean's skin sends a guilty jolt to his cock. There's so much guilt wrapped up in their desire for each other.
"I want what you'll give me, not what I can take." And here is where I fell in love with Sam.
He calls Dean baby, something he's never done before and might never do again, but it just feels right as Dean sparks under his touch, and the slow shiver that goes through Dean's body when he says it takes Sam's breath away. ooh, that's gorgeous!
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