FILLED: Cry Me A River (Gen - Sam & Dean - Drama) (2/2)tattooeddevilApril 3 2012, 11:29:23 UTC
Sam's afraid to raise his voice over a whisper, afraid it might make Dean retreat into himself even more. It is unnerving to see his big, unruffled brother like this. It's even more nerve wracking not knowing what caused it and how to help Dean. He tries stroking a hand through Dean's hair, but all it does is make Dena burrow into Sam even more; no words, nothing.
Sam wrestles his other hand from under Dean and wraps it around Dean too, pulling him closer to Sam. Dean's clutching at him now, the vibrations steadily turning into shakes. It starts in Dean's arms and progresses to the rest of his body within minutes. He can feel Dean's breath hitching in his chest; Dean desperately trying to keep himself together.
This is so unlike Dean, Sam is at a total loss as to what to do. Dean hardly ever cries; only when he broke and told Sam about Hell. And when he loses someone close to him. Oh shit. The light bulb is bright and it breaks Sam’s heart into a million little pieces. He hugs Dean close to him and presses his face against his neck.
“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m so sorry.”
The words seem to break through Dean’s unresponsive state; Sam can feel him take deeper breaths and the shaking seems to subside a little. But then the sobs start, and Sam can’t help but shed a few tears himself. For Dean. For broken, shattered Dean. The sobs wrack through Dean’s body, torn from his throat, spilling tears down his cheeks and into Sam’s neck. Sam mumbles nonsense in Dean’s ear, but mostly just lets him cry it out.
The violent sobs die down a little after about half an hour; the wet spot in Sam’s neck spread to his pillow and the sheet beneath it. Dean loosens his grip on Sam, but stays plastered against his side. He moves his head a little so his face is now pressed against Sam’s cheek, and then he finally talks. It’s no more than a whisper, but that doesn’t matter; Sam will always hear him.
“I had him, back, Sammy. I had him back and now...”
It’s a start-stop thing, but Dean gets it out eventually. Everything Sam missed because he was too fucked up in the head to be there for his brother. Emmanuelle, Cas, the hospital, the demons. What Cas did.
“I know I have you back, and nothing is more important, but...”
Dean finally falls asleep, Cas’ name on his lips. Sam stares at the ceiling for a long time; still unable to sleep, but this time it’s not Lucifer screaming in his ear. It’s Dean.
Re: FILLED: Cry Me A River (Gen - Sam & Dean - Drama) (2/2)sin_of_prideApril 3 2012, 15:26:11 UTC
Aw poor Dean! I loved Sam's awkward reaction at first. Everything Sam missed because he was too fucked up in the head to be there for his brother. That line in particular was at the heart of what I wanted. Thank you for filling this ♥
Sam wrestles his other hand from under Dean and wraps it around Dean too, pulling him closer to Sam. Dean's clutching at him now, the vibrations steadily turning into shakes. It starts in Dean's arms and progresses to the rest of his body within minutes. He can feel Dean's breath hitching in his chest; Dean desperately trying to keep himself together.
This is so unlike Dean, Sam is at a total loss as to what to do. Dean hardly ever cries; only when he broke and told Sam about Hell. And when he loses someone close to him. Oh shit. The light bulb is bright and it breaks Sam’s heart into a million little pieces. He hugs Dean close to him and presses his face against his neck.
“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m so sorry.”
The words seem to break through Dean’s unresponsive state; Sam can feel him take deeper breaths and the shaking seems to subside a little. But then the sobs start, and Sam can’t help but shed a few tears himself. For Dean. For broken, shattered Dean. The sobs wrack through Dean’s body, torn from his throat, spilling tears down his cheeks and into Sam’s neck. Sam mumbles nonsense in Dean’s ear, but mostly just lets him cry it out.
The violent sobs die down a little after about half an hour; the wet spot in Sam’s neck spread to his pillow and the sheet beneath it. Dean loosens his grip on Sam, but stays plastered against his side. He moves his head a little so his face is now pressed against Sam’s cheek, and then he finally talks. It’s no more than a whisper, but that doesn’t matter; Sam will always hear him.
“I had him, back, Sammy. I had him back and now...”
It’s a start-stop thing, but Dean gets it out eventually. Everything Sam missed because he was too fucked up in the head to be there for his brother. Emmanuelle, Cas, the hospital, the demons. What Cas did.
“I know I have you back, and nothing is more important, but...”
Dean finally falls asleep, Cas’ name on his lips. Sam stares at the ceiling for a long time; still unable to sleep, but this time it’s not Lucifer screaming in his ear. It’s Dean.
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I really liked this!
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I love Sam's reaction! And the tactility of this fic, which WHAH.
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