So, you know. Crack.
Because I apparent can't not. Which is a double negative, but that makes a positive, right?
Right?
Anyway. More. Poor old Sam. I bet his hair's going gray. *pets*
( Ch 5 of Under a Haystack, aka, the Story That Hijacked Em's Brain )
Right?
Anyway. More. Poor old Sam. I bet his hair's going gray. *pets*
( Ch 5 of Under a Haystack, aka, the Story That Hijacked Em's Brain )
He makes quick work of the bath, and smiles while he towels Dean’s skinny body dry.
“Not feeling too good this morning, huh.” He waits for Dean to nod, and wraps him in the towel. “Come on.” I can just see this fic happening and it's because of small moments like this.
He shoots bolt-upright in bed, a scream tangled in his throat. The room is oppressively quiet, Dean out like a light in the other bed, and it takes Sam a few minutes to get his breathing leveled out. I wanted to see this, the first time Sam has a nightmare that Dean can't "big brother" away.
The closer they get to Lawrence, the tenser Dean becomes. The weird thing about it is, Dean isn’t exactly reading maps yet, and Sam hasn’t told him where they’re going. Dean just seems to know, and near Wichita he turns to look at Sam.
“This is a bad place,” Dean whispers shakily. “Bad, Sammy.” Yes. Dean would know.
“You won’t listen,” Dean mutters. “Dad would listen. He would.” Good. I want John to be worthy of all the love Dean gives him.
Sees Dean for the first time all over again: bright shock of hair and freckles scattered over his nose and cheeks, small and shy as he walks up to the porch and stands very close to Sam’s leg.
“My gracious Lord,” Missouri whispers, eyes round with surprise. “Why, you’re just about the cutest thing I ever saw. You remember me, child?” Yes, Missouri, he is.
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Oops. *stuffs fist into mouth*
I...must not do the self-spoiling. Not good. No no no.
I am, however, totally delighted that you're enjoying the crack! Yippee!
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