7x18 Comment-fic Meme

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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.

AND THUS, THE INCEPTION OF:

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Good morning, I love you (2/2)

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Dean shakes his head and goes over to Sam. He sits on the bed opposite so their knees brush.

He says, "Get your other shoe off."

"You know, you have-" And when Dean looks up, Sam reaches across to take Dean's face in his hands. Dean lets him. His palms are warm. Dean closes his eyes letting Sam run his fingers over his jaw, then opens them to Sam saying, "You have so many freckles."

"Shut up." Dean shrugs him away. He's been drinking too, this can't go anywhere good.

"No, I mean. It's like," Sam seems to be searching for a word, frowning as he idly pulls off his other shoe. "It's like, super cute or something."

Dean will have none of it, thank you. His freckles are not cute or pretty or whatever, they are rugged and manly. He waits until Sam gets his jacket off to lift the covers for him.

"Ok," he says. "Get under here."

Sam gets in and yawns and says, "Really, really precious."

"Ok. We're done here. I'm on the unfortunate duty of waking your ass up every hour to make sure you don't actually have a concussion."

"Concussion pershmushin," Sam tells his pillow.

"Right."

Sam rolls onto his front like he always does, and drops off to sleep. Dean wants to touch him, smooth a hand down his back, but instead he gets up to grab a tumbler and the whiskey. Sam is his end of the world, his favorite thing. It's like one of those funny lines that no one treats as funny. He thinks about it and kicks his shoes off and returns to the bed.

He sits in the sheets next to Sam who's snoring, gets the pillows propped well behind him, and pours a few inches. In the tipping glass, he sees the reflection of two people who try to do their very best, before he dims the light.

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THE WHOLE LAST LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINES ;_______________;

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Inspired by that list I sent you! I like, didn't know those were things I loved until I read them and then I realized ohmygod etc etc.

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:D :D

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Also, sorry it was slightly morose. They love each other and that is what matters.

[lavishsqualor]

Concussion pershmushin. My new favorite line ever.

No for reals, though, as the two previous ladies have stated: THOSE LAST PARAGRAPHS. DDDDD: Especially the v last line. SSSSSSSS. Why does you do this to meeeee. =gorgeous

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I have used "concussion pershmushin" in a different fic about medieval times, and thought I should self-plagiarize, because the sentiment is still the same, after hundreds of years.

[lyryk]

Sam is his end of the world, his favorite thing. It's like one of those funny lines that no one treats as funny.

That's just lovely. ♥ And Garth, ahahahaha.

(Here via oddishly's post)

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It is a borrowed sentiment that I completely fell in love with. I feel like so much of the beauty of this show is seeing how ridiculous their lives are and it's not funny, really it's not, but they're kind of like, "Really???"

[lyryk]

Yay for borrowed sentiments that you fall in love with! I'm always doing that. It's ridic how much I relate to their absurd lives; I actually could not get into the show when it first aired, but now I'm all omg yes, it's just like that, haha.

Re: Good morning, I love you (2/2)

[rivkat]

Oh, boys! I wish Dean saw that somewhere other than in the alcohol.

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Awww ;;;;;;;;;;

[salty_catfish]

yes dean they aaaare