Into the West; prompted
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: M, for language? Idk bro
W/C & Warnings: 288; non-canon character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing in any way, shape, or form.
A/N: written for wheretheeveningsplitsinhalf on tumblr, who asked me to write wincest to the song, "Into the West"
Summary: You've come to journey's end;
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Multiple knife wounds to the stomach, and Sam was down-- suddenly, swiftly, unexpectedly.
Dean supposed it could have been worse, but man.
Oh man.
He completely forgot about the freaking thing they were in town for in the first place, to be honest-fucking coward, werewolf stuck in human form, pulling a knife on the both of them in a desperate attempt to cling at life. But Dean couldn’t think about that because blood… Blood everywhere.
Sam coughed it up, spilling out from his lips, as he scrabbled to grab onto Dean’s shirt.
“De-,”
“Shh, Sammy. Shh, just,” Dean looked up, willing tears not to fall. This was it. No mojo to bring them back, no angels to pull them up from hell, no demons drag them down from heaven…this was the end.
Dean had to let him go.
“Just relax. Go to sleep Sammy,” he said thickly.
His brother’s eyes grew wide and panicked, his breathing ragged under the gurgling of blood in his throat.
“Sammy, just. Dammit,” he leaned over, pressing his lips to his brother’s forehead. “Go sleep now, Sammy. I’ll be there when you wake up.”
“Pr…omise?” Sam struggled to say.
“Yeah Sammy. Promise,” Dean made himself smile, bringing up his thumb to stroke some stray blood from Sam’s lips.
“Ye…yeah…” Sam’s eyes were rolling, his hands loosening on Dean’s shirt. ”Love…yo-,”
“I know, Sammy,” Dean said. The tears he was trying so valiantly to hide spilled freely now, and he pressed his forehead to Sam’s.
“I love you too,” he whispered softly. He felt something-something small, yet infinite-change inside of Sam then.
When Dean pulled away, Sam’s face was slack.
He could so easily pretend his baby brother was just asleep.
Rating: M, for language? Idk bro
W/C & Warnings: 288; non-canon character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing in any way, shape, or form.
A/N: written for wheretheeveningsplitsinhalf on tumblr, who asked me to write wincest to the song, "Into the West"
Summary: You've come to journey's end;
--
Multiple knife wounds to the stomach, and Sam was down-- suddenly, swiftly, unexpectedly.
Dean supposed it could have been worse, but man.
Oh man.
He completely forgot about the freaking thing they were in town for in the first place, to be honest-fucking coward, werewolf stuck in human form, pulling a knife on the both of them in a desperate attempt to cling at life. But Dean couldn’t think about that because blood… Blood everywhere.
Sam coughed it up, spilling out from his lips, as he scrabbled to grab onto Dean’s shirt.
“De-,”
“Shh, Sammy. Shh, just,” Dean looked up, willing tears not to fall. This was it. No mojo to bring them back, no angels to pull them up from hell, no demons drag them down from heaven…this was the end.
Dean had to let him go.
“Just relax. Go to sleep Sammy,” he said thickly.
His brother’s eyes grew wide and panicked, his breathing ragged under the gurgling of blood in his throat.
“Sammy, just. Dammit,” he leaned over, pressing his lips to his brother’s forehead. “Go sleep now, Sammy. I’ll be there when you wake up.”
“Pr…omise?” Sam struggled to say.
“Yeah Sammy. Promise,” Dean made himself smile, bringing up his thumb to stroke some stray blood from Sam’s lips.
“Ye…yeah…” Sam’s eyes were rolling, his hands loosening on Dean’s shirt. ”Love…yo-,”
“I know, Sammy,” Dean said. The tears he was trying so valiantly to hide spilled freely now, and he pressed his forehead to Sam’s.
“I love you too,” he whispered softly. He felt something-something small, yet infinite-change inside of Sam then.
When Dean pulled away, Sam’s face was slack.
He could so easily pretend his baby brother was just asleep.