Hello! lazy-daze and I have decided that the time for comment-fic is now. In this past episode, Sam and Dean get shwasted Dean says, "I miss these talks." However, we do not see said talk on-screen.
Ma Vie En Peche(5/5)gloveredApril 2 2012, 03:02:25 UTC
Dean is somehow caught off guard, despite having blatantly stared at Sam for three minutes. He says,“Huh?”
“I know it's code. Every time you talk about pie it's like, it's like you're talking about something big. So spill.”
“It's not....” Dean starts, but Sam's expression is so randomly hopeful that he can't pass it off as nothing. He was in the shower two minutes ago thinking things were looking up, and then he was lured out with fruit, not even wearing his own shirt, into this trap where Sam is going to feel like shit and Dean's world will probably end.
Dean feels lightheaded with the reality of it and says, with the tremulous sincerity of a man who knows his greatest crime is also the one he believes in most, "I do love pie.”
Sam makes a noise, like you're lying, why would you lie to me but Dean catches his gaze and says, “I do love pie but I tell you about this shit because I can't just....” He takes a deep breath, a billion years of repression making his voice break. “You know?”
"No."
Dean can't stop talking somehow. "Other people are fair game. I just tell them everything, you know? About, uh, you.”
“Yeah?” Sam's got a shaky smirk somewhere in his voice, like Dean's joking. Like they're on safe ground now.
“There was a waitress at a strip club in Vegas, I really talked her ear off. And a guy at a dive last week. There are like, a hundred people at least."
"Oh,” Sam falters and looks away but then back, squinting. “You're serious?”
Dean scoffs. Serious? He's spilled his entire heart out to a hundred strangers at bars across the country. He says, “Sammy.”
“At a strip club?"
“That is not the-“
“I know.” Sam says, and then breathes out “Jesus,” and traps Dean up against the wall with elbows on either side of Dean's face.
“So I mean-“ Dean says.
“Yes.”
First order of business, Dean licks the sugar off of Sam's jaw. Next on the list, gratitude. He snags Sam's belt loop and pulls him in tight and says, “Thanks for, you know.”
“The crust is just the premade kind,” Sam says, like he's admitting some dark sin, and then kisses Dean. "But I promised, so."
It's true, Dean does tend to flag down random strangers and talk to them about how he's in love with his brother Sam.
Just the thought of Dean realizing that he's enjoyed hanging with Sam and being in a good mood and having a long shower is making me all warm and fuzzy, and that's even without the pie-baking and declarations of love part.
Sam has better control over the tendency when he's fully himself, but it's clearly canon from what Gwen said in 6.1 that robo!Sam had none of Sam's inhibitions in this matter and talked everyone's ears off about how he was in soulless!love with his brother Dean.
Oh, oh, this was perfectttt *___* Deannnnnnn and Sam and them. Gah, thank you! If my heart were a pie, it would be baked and warm and oozing with love for everything this is. It's 2:30am. I'm allowed to talk like this. *_*
I STILL CAN'T PICK A LINE I LOVE BEST. But you should know that Dean loves catching Sam in the act. THERE ARE WHOLE UNIVERSES IN MY HEAD ABOUT THIS FACT. I love that Dean loves catching Sam in the act. Like, would marry it. Or at least spend 7-10 years thinking about marrying it before throwing it off for First order of business, Dean licks the sugar off of Sam's jaw. *__________________________*
SEVEN TO TEN YEARS THINKING ABOUT MARRYING IT. AND THEN THROWING IT ASIDE. This makes you sound very inconstant like the moon but I am very happy that you liked thisssss.
“I know it's code. Every time you talk about pie it's like, it's like you're talking about something big. So spill.”
“It's not....” Dean starts, but Sam's expression is so randomly hopeful that he can't pass it off as nothing. He was in the shower two minutes ago thinking things were looking up, and then he was lured out with fruit, not even wearing his own shirt, into this trap where Sam is going to feel like shit and Dean's world will probably end.
Dean feels lightheaded with the reality of it and says, with the tremulous sincerity of a man who knows his greatest crime is also the one he believes in most, "I do love pie.”
Sam makes a noise, like you're lying, why would you lie to me but Dean catches his gaze and says, “I do love pie but I tell you about this shit because I can't just....” He takes a deep breath, a billion years of repression making his voice break. “You know?”
"No."
Dean can't stop talking somehow. "Other people are fair game. I just tell them everything, you know? About, uh, you.”
“Yeah?” Sam's got a shaky smirk somewhere in his voice, like Dean's joking. Like they're on safe ground now.
“There was a waitress at a strip club in Vegas, I really talked her ear off. And a guy at a dive last week. There are like, a hundred people at least."
"Oh,” Sam falters and looks away but then back, squinting. “You're serious?”
Dean scoffs. Serious? He's spilled his entire heart out to a hundred strangers at bars across the country. He says, “Sammy.”
“At a strip club?"
“That is not the-“
“I know.” Sam says, and then breathes out “Jesus,” and traps Dean up against the wall with elbows on either side of Dean's face.
“So I mean-“ Dean says.
“Yes.”
First order of business, Dean licks the sugar off of Sam's jaw. Next on the list, gratitude. He snags Sam's belt loop and pulls him in tight and says, “Thanks for, you know.”
“The crust is just the premade kind,” Sam says, like he's admitting some dark sin, and then kisses Dean. "But I promised, so."
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Just the thought of Dean realizing that he's enjoyed hanging with Sam and being in a good mood and having a long shower is making me all warm and fuzzy, and that's even without the pie-baking and declarations of love part.
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This is trufax canon.
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also the word 'frankly' and the little fingerprint of sugar on Sam....
“The crust is just the premade kind,” Sam says, like he's admitting some dark sin, and then kisses Dean. "But I promised, so."
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