Re: FILLED: Untitled 2/2, Sam and Dean, PG-13 language, set mid-Season 9gatorgurl94January 25 2015, 22:18:21 UTC
Dean is ten years old. He’s pushing Sammy on the swings in the playground of their current school. Sammy’s excited. He’s in kindergarten now. He’s a big kid. Dean is worried. Their Dad should have been here by now.
Sam is twelve. Dean is letting him drive the car. They’re in an abandoned drive-thru. Sam is looking at Dean like he is the world. For thirty minutes Dean feels like it might be true.
Sam is bundle in his lap. “This is your brother. Sam.” “Sammy, I’m Dean. I’m your brother.” Sammy smiles.
“Of course you are.” Dean smiles then wakes up enough to remember they haven’t been brothers for months. “Not brothers anymore.” He whispers. “Dean?” Sam sounds worried or maybe annoyed. “Sorry Sammy. ‘m so sorry.” Dean thinks maybe he’s crying. Hard to tell. His face feels kind of numb. “Tryin’ to protect you. You don’t understand.” “Hey, it’s okay. You shouldn't talk.” “No. Failed you. Always failing. Losing. Everything. Couldn't lose you. I’m sorry. Love you, Sammy. You’re my brother. Love you.” He mumbles as he slips into sleep.
Dean wakes up in his own bed. He’s hungover and stiff. His side is aflame. It takes him a moment to get his bearings, to remember how he got here. To recognize Sam is sitting beside him. To remember every ridiculous, sentimental, private thought he’d uttered. A wave of nausea that has nothing to do with the pain washes over him. He shudders a little. “How are you feeling?” “Hungover.” Dean manages. He feels like he swallowed a bag of cotton balls. He tries to sit up and is rewarded with a stab of pain that brings tears to his eyes. “Thirsty.” Sam stands. “I’ll get you some water.”
For a second, Dean thinks he’s gotten away with it. Gotten away with having his little breakdown. Convinces himself that it was all in his head. He didn't say a damn thing. It was all a drug induced dream. He convinces himself for exactly the four steps it takes for Sam to reach the door then pause in the doorway. “Hey, Dean?” “Yeah.” “I love you too.” No more fucking oxy ever.
Re: FILLED: Untitled 2/2, Sam and Dean, PG-13 language, set mid-Season 9amberdreamsJanuary 25 2015, 22:47:16 UTC
Aw flip. This was even more angsty than I was expecting - poor Dean, exposing all his mushy insides to Sam like that. But when he's had time to mull it over, he'll realise Sam said it too, and Sam was entirely sober when he did.
Re: FILLED: Untitled 2/2, Sam and Dean, PG-13 language, set mid-Season 9frozen_delightJanuary 30 2015, 06:21:43 UTC
Sam is bundle in his lap. “This is your brother. Sam.” “Sammy, I’m Dean. I’m your brother.” Sammy smiles. “Of course you are.” Dean smiles then wakes up enough to remember they haven’t been brothers for months.
Sam is twelve. Dean is letting him drive the car. They’re in an abandoned drive-thru. Sam is looking at Dean like he is the world. For thirty minutes Dean feels like it might be true.
Sam is bundle in his lap. “This is your brother. Sam.”
“Sammy, I’m Dean. I’m your brother.”
Sammy smiles.
“Of course you are.”
Dean smiles then wakes up enough to remember they haven’t been brothers for months.
“Not brothers anymore.” He whispers.
“Dean?” Sam sounds worried or maybe annoyed.
“Sorry Sammy. ‘m so sorry.” Dean thinks maybe he’s crying. Hard to tell. His face feels kind of numb. “Tryin’ to protect you. You don’t understand.”
“Hey, it’s okay. You shouldn't talk.”
“No. Failed you. Always failing. Losing. Everything. Couldn't lose you. I’m sorry. Love you, Sammy. You’re my brother. Love you.” He mumbles as he slips into sleep.
Dean wakes up in his own bed. He’s hungover and stiff. His side is aflame. It takes him a moment to get his bearings, to remember how he got here. To recognize Sam is sitting beside him. To remember every ridiculous, sentimental, private thought he’d uttered. A wave of nausea that has nothing to do with the pain washes over him. He shudders a little.
“How are you feeling?”
“Hungover.” Dean manages. He feels like he swallowed a bag of cotton balls. He tries to sit up and is rewarded with a stab of pain that brings tears to his eyes. “Thirsty.”
Sam stands. “I’ll get you some water.”
For a second, Dean thinks he’s gotten away with it. Gotten away with having his little breakdown. Convinces himself that it was all in his head. He didn't say a damn thing. It was all a drug induced dream. He convinces himself for exactly the four steps it takes for Sam to reach the door then pause in the doorway.
“Hey, Dean?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you too.”
No more fucking oxy ever.
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“Sammy, I’m Dean. I’m your brother.”
Sammy smiles.
“Of course you are.”
Dean smiles then wakes up enough to remember they haven’t been brothers for months.
Oh my heart! Poor Dean!
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