Not a Verse Verse Part 9
Title: The Not a Verse Verse - Part 9
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 1029
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Wincest…..there I said it. (*Runs and hides*)
Summary: This is a follow up to Part 8
Thanks so much moonofblindness for all your help!
The Not a Verse Verse Part 9
“After I’m healed,” Sam had said the next morning.
No amount of arguing in the world would change his mind; even Dean finally breaking down tearful and desperately asking: “Why? You’re hurt so bad.”
“I need it to be about us,” Sam had whispered. “Not about me.”
And that’s where they had left it. They spent as much of their days as they could pushing healing grace through the ever widening spaces in the spell surrounding Sam’s battered body. Gabriel and Cas taking turns until Dean finally insisted they show him as well. It was working slowly; skin re-grew where there once was none, tattered muscle knit back together, broken bones healed, internal injuries that they couldn’t see but all knew they were there stopped being so painful.
But nothing grows back hair and that’s how Dean and Sam end up in the bathroom with the door shut and a pair of clippers.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dean asks in a voice filled with trepidation.
“I’ll still be me,” Sam answers with a nod. “What’s our other option but for me to walk around with giant clumps missing? No way. Just cut it off.”
Dean hesitates. “Sammy….”
“God damn it Dean!” Sam snarls. “Do it or I’ll fucking do it myself.”
Neither of them speak as Dean uses scissors to cut the locks away until they’re low enough for the razor to clean them up. The silence is heavy like a living being in the room with them while Sam stares at the growing pile of hair around his feet and tries not to think as the buzz of the razor starts behind him.
The first pass of it against his scalp makes Sam shiver and Dean makes a muffled noise that sounds like a sob.
Sam just knows the angels have to be pressed up against the closed door waiting to see if they’re needed.
He doesn’t cry while it’s happening, thinking to himself that it’s such a petty and stupid thing to shed tears over. It’s only hair for the love of fuck.
But not even the devil took this much from him.
He still looked the same even though he was eaten away hollow inside.
Sam doesn’t move while Dean finishes. He stays frozen in his seat on the toilet while his brother brushes him off and sweeps the last of his hair away.
He can feel the air conditioner blowing on his head and it’s just weird.
“I forgot what your ears looked like,” Dean whispers awkwardly.
Sam tries not to scream at him.
“You wanna see?” Dean asks softly and the dam breaks.
“No,” Sam chokes out as the tears well up and over to streak down his face. “So stupid,” he sobs as he starts shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m acting like a big baby.”
Dean doesn’t comment but he slides his hand around the back of Sam’s now closely cropped head and tugs him forward until Sam’s face is pressed against the warmth of his stomach and his tears dampen Dean’s worn old t-shirt.
Sam sobs out two months worth of pent up rage and clings to his sibling for all he’s worth. When the flow eases Dean asks, “Want me to shave mine too?”
It startles a bark of laughter out of Sam.
“I would you know,” Dean presses. “We all would for you.”
And Sam knows it’s true. What do you say in the face of such devotion?
“Jerk,” Sam mutters against Dean’s hip.
“Bitch,” Dean answers affectionately.
It’s enough for now.
Sam uses half a roll of toilet paper to clean himself up. He needs a shower to get the loose hair off but he’s not feeling like being alone right now so it’s going to have to wait.
He’d rather not have his first time in the shower with Dean involve snot and after sobbing hiccups.
When he finally turns toward the mirror all he sees is himself.
It’s kind of shocking actually.
He catches the jerk of Dean’s lip out of the corner of his eye as his brother fights down a grin. “See?” Dean mutters. “I should have been a hair dresser.”
It’s all he gets out before Sam’s pressing him back against the wall and slipping his tongue into Dean’s mouth. He’s a little shocked when Dean just melts against him with a grateful moan.
“Love you,” Sam murmurs against his lips when they part for a breath. “Love you so damn much. You have no idea.”
“Love you too Sammy,” Dean answers gruffly; clinging to his shoulders and pressing closer.
“HEY!” Gabriel shouts from the other side of the door. “TWO NEGLECTED ANGELS HERE WANT IN ON THE LOVE TOO!”
They laugh quietly, Sam stealing one last taste of Dean’s more than willing mouth before stepping back and readying himself to face the world again.
But Dean kicks his foot out as Sam tries to open the door and whispers, “It’s only our family out there you know.”
Sam’s never been able to figure out how his raging jack ass of a brother can sometimes know the perfect thing to say.
“Hey kiddo,” Gabriel greats him warmly. The archangel’s smile open and warm as he makes grabby hands until Sam bends down and lets him rub his hands over what little hair is left.
Cas is much more reserved. He cocks his head to the side and with a great deal of thought says, “You look different.”
“Different good or different bad?” Sam asks, expecting the worst.
“Free,” Cas says with a nod. “Like your own man.”
And how can that be anything but a good thing?
“Okay,” Sam says with a shaky but determined smile. “Now marry me.”