RE: RPS: First Vday post breakupamusawaleFebruary 4 2020, 20:13:16 UTC
The pregnant pause stretched between them with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. “Because I missed you, Sam.” Dean said quietly. “I missed you too.” The words just vomited from Sam’s mouth without his permission. “Well then?” “Well then, what Dean? You drop by every now and then, fuck with my head and then disappear without a word as soon as Dad calls? I’m not one of your booty calls Dean.” His brother’s forehead crinkled. He looked weirdly hurt by Sam’s words. “I…why would you even say that Sam?” Sam took a step forward, using his newly acquired height to stare down at his brother, “Because it’s true.” Dean blinked at him a few times, then his face underwent this metamorphosis. Sam could literally see the mask falling into place. It was fascinating to watch. In the blink of an eye, the cocky, swashbuckling, don’t-have-a-care-in-the-world Dean had replaced his brother. “Fine Sam, you want me gone. I’m out. See ya whenever.” He chucked Sam the deuces and walked to the door, leaving without a word. Sam still ate the chocolate. He kept the roses until they were dead and gone. He slept with his teddy bear, which he named Gollum. It was pathetic and he didn’t care. Dean didn’t call. He didn’t write. But he still sent money with Western Union. 365 days later, and he was at a frat party, with Jess. It was their first Valentine’s day together and they’d opted for the party because money was super tight. Sam watched as Jess danced with her friends, smiling every time she looked toward him. “She’s hot. You did good.” He stiffened, not having to turn to know who that voice belonged to. He took a deep breath, willing his hands to stop trembling. He could not look at his brother. He might…die…if he did. Dean was here. Dean was here. Goddamn fucking hell! Dean was here.
RE: RPS: First Vday post breakupamusawaleFebruary 4 2020, 20:13:38 UTC
“The silent treatment? Really Sam? Even for you this is taking sulking a bit far.” He turned, already glaring, his lips pursed, freak out forgotten. “Fuck you, Dean.” “Mmmm, I don’t think your girlfriend would approve. But I’m open to suggestions.” “Oh my bad. I meant, fuck off Dean.” His brother smiled. “God, it’s good to see you Sam. Look at you with the shoulders and the hair…I’m proud of you.” In spite of himself, Sam felt his insides turn to mush. “I see you’re here for your yearly mind fuck.” “Sammy, did anyone ever tell you, you use the word fuck way too much? It’s very unimaginative. Especially for a college student.” “Soo many three dollar words for a hunter. What, you spend your down time reading the dictionary?” “Why? Do you? Because that would explain a lot.” His brother was teasing him like they were copacetic or something. Sam just wanted to strangle him. Dean leaned in closer. “Hey, how about you use some of that excess energy you’re suppressing in a more productive way huh? Meet me outside? You can beat me up if you want.” The thought was very tempting. “I’m on a date, Dean.” His brother shrugged, and looked him in the eye. “Okay then. Just remember, I offered. Good bye Sam.” Sam stiffened, unable to believe that Dean would just…go like that. He turned to the dance floor where Jess was grinding against Brady and then turned to look behind him. Dean had already disappeared. He rushed toward the door, and was just in time to see the Impala speeding off into the sunset. “Dean.” He whispered. A mantra, a prayer, a wail of despair. He turned and went back to the party.
“Because I missed you, Sam.” Dean said quietly.
“I missed you too.” The words just vomited from Sam’s mouth without his permission.
“Well then?”
“Well then, what Dean? You drop by every now and then, fuck with my head and then disappear without a word as soon as Dad calls? I’m not one of your booty calls Dean.”
His brother’s forehead crinkled. He looked weirdly hurt by Sam’s words. “I…why would you even say that Sam?”
Sam took a step forward, using his newly acquired height to stare down at his brother, “Because it’s true.”
Dean blinked at him a few times, then his face underwent this metamorphosis. Sam could literally see the mask falling into place. It was fascinating to watch. In the blink of an eye, the cocky, swashbuckling, don’t-have-a-care-in-the-world Dean had replaced his brother.
“Fine Sam, you want me gone. I’m out. See ya whenever.” He chucked Sam the deuces and walked to the door, leaving without a word.
Sam still ate the chocolate. He kept the roses until they were dead and gone. He slept with his teddy bear, which he named Gollum. It was pathetic and he didn’t care. Dean didn’t call. He didn’t write. But he still sent money with Western Union.
365 days later, and he was at a frat party, with Jess. It was their first Valentine’s day together and they’d opted for the party because money was super tight. Sam watched as Jess danced with her friends, smiling every time she looked toward him.
“She’s hot. You did good.”
He stiffened, not having to turn to know who that voice belonged to. He took a deep breath, willing his hands to stop trembling. He could not look at his brother. He might…die…if he did.
Dean was here.
Dean was here.
Goddamn fucking hell!
Dean was here.
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He turned, already glaring, his lips pursed, freak out forgotten. “Fuck you, Dean.”
“Mmmm, I don’t think your girlfriend would approve. But I’m open to suggestions.”
“Oh my bad. I meant, fuck off Dean.”
His brother smiled. “God, it’s good to see you Sam. Look at you with the shoulders and the hair…I’m proud of you.”
In spite of himself, Sam felt his insides turn to mush. “I see you’re here for your yearly mind fuck.”
“Sammy, did anyone ever tell you, you use the word fuck way too much? It’s very unimaginative. Especially for a college student.”
“Soo many three dollar words for a hunter. What, you spend your down time reading the dictionary?”
“Why? Do you? Because that would explain a lot.”
His brother was teasing him like they were copacetic or something. Sam just wanted to strangle him. Dean leaned in closer. “Hey, how about you use some of that excess energy you’re suppressing in a more productive way huh? Meet me outside? You can beat me up if you want.”
The thought was very tempting.
“I’m on a date, Dean.”
His brother shrugged, and looked him in the eye. “Okay then. Just remember, I offered. Good bye Sam.”
Sam stiffened, unable to believe that Dean would just…go like that. He turned to the dance floor where Jess was grinding against Brady and then turned to look behind him. Dean had already disappeared. He rushed toward the door, and was just in time to see the Impala speeding off into the sunset.
“Dean.” He whispered. A mantra, a prayer, a wail of despair.
He turned and went back to the party.
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