fic: Man of Steel

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Title: Man of Steel
Words: 7,400
Summary: Sam, strong and immovable at the worst of times, was at the end of the day just a man. And so was Dean.

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I JUST REREAD THIS AND I AM LAUGHING AND LAUGHING. I love all the people hitting on Sam and Dean's tortured I DON'T LIKE IT! BUT I GET IT! YOU GO SAMMY! JUST NOT WITH THEM! and that every single time, Dean trying to react accordingly/appropriately backfires on him. His sadness at not being offered king-sized beds anymore and ALL OF THIS

What to wear. It wasn’t a date, he reminded himself. Nice jeans and a clean shave was enough, anything else was pushing it. Adjusting the sleeves of his dark button-down, Dean surveyed himself in the mirror.

"Hello," he said to his reflection. Then cleared his throat and stood up straighter. "Hello, uh, Sammy." Dean frowned. He felt like a creep. The only way this wouldn’t be weird is if he made sure it wasn’t. "Good evening, Samuel," he said, winking.

When he got to the restaurant early, Sam was already loitering by the door.

"Ah," said Dean. "Good evening."

"What?" Sam said.

"Nothing. Food?" I AM CRYINGGGGGG. Their talking at cross-purposes at the table and their mutual internal struggle to be normal and not weird and Sam's shock when Dean implies that they might not hunt together anymore ♥♥♥ I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH. THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT YOU ARE THE BEST EVER.

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THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP CREATING THIS STRANGE TALE OF TRUE LOVE AND FAILINESS