When Never Is Not An Option (Wincest) (1/1) (PG)
Title: When Never Is Not An Option
Author: kindaskimpy
Pairing: Dean/Sam (Wincest, baby!)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, unless you consider tear-jerker a warning
Summary: Dean and Sam are about to walk into a fight with the Leviathans but before they do, Dean has something he needs to get off his chest.
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for season 7
Word count: ~900
Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of these boys so none of this is real.
Author’s Note: Last night I had a dream and it was essentially this scene you’re about to read. I had a little trouble getting it off the ground thanks to this little thing called writer’s block, but my friend randomfattkid came to the rescue and helped me write this. Thank you. This one’s for him and for myspecialhell, who doesn’t know how to not be supportive. xoxo
Outside the abandoned warehouse, the rain begins to fall. It hits the Impala hard, splashing across the windshield and the sound it makes would be downright deafening if it weren’t for that fact that neither of the car’s occupants is listening. Dean looks over at Sam from where he sits in front of the steering wheel, a blank expression on his face. He watches as Sam checks to make sure they have everything they need in the duffle bag.
This is it. It’s time to send those creatures, those Leviathans back to where they came from and put an end to all the destruction and hurt they’ve caused. Dean pauses for a moment, thinks of Bobby and Cas, both gone because of these evil sons of bitches. He’s lost in these thoughts for moments as the weight of what’s about to happen overcomes him.
In a way, this is a moment years in the making. It certainly feels that way - it feels definitive to Dean, as if everything he and Sam have been through has led to this point right here… a moment where there’s only the two of them and once again, they’re staring death in the face.
It isn’t until Sam is tugging on his arm, pulling him back to the present that Dean realizes just how far away he’d let his mind go. “Dean. What’s wrong?” Sam asks. Dean just shakes his head, signaling he’s back but he’s not. Not really. There are emotions and feelings and crap that he needs to say, but in typical Dean fashion, he hesitates.
Sam watches him for a moment, reading every line on Dean’s face, every tense muscle on his body, and every sparkle in his eyes like only he can. It’s like reading a book, to Sam, and Sam is very good at reading book. Despite what he sees, he doesn’t speak up. Years of experience with this man beside him have taught him when to push and when to leave well enough alone. “Alright. I think we have everything. You ready?” Sam asks. Dean shakes his head no but Sam misses it. Sam goes to open the passenger door when Dean stops him, a hand on his arm gently pulling him back into the car.
“Wait,” Dean tells him, his low, grumbling voice a stark contrast to the sound of the abnormally large raindrops against the car’s surfaces.
It’s now or never and Dean knows that, in this moment, never is not an option. “I just… Look, whatever happens next, I need you to know something.” Dean pauses for a few seconds but Sam doesn’t interject. In fact, Sam doesn’t even move, save for pulling the car door closed to prevent the water from getting in. He just listens as he watches Dean’s every move, having learned long ago that, especially with Dean, body language is louder than words.
“You gotta know that…” Another moment of hesitation but Sam watches as Dean pushes past it. Hell, he breaks through it much like he kicks in doors. Dean Winchester and subtlety have never gone hand in hand. “I wouldn’t trade the last eight years for anything in the world.” That earns him a quizzical look from Sam but he continues. “I’m not stupid. I knew what I was getting myself into when I went to get you at Stanford, and yeah, a part of me will never let me forgive myself for pulling you back into this life - the life you were so desperate to get away from.”
Dean pauses again, and this time, his hands are shaking and emotion has started to taint his voice. Sam doesn’t say anything still. He knows better. He has to let Dean say what he wants to say, even if every instinct in his body is telling him to embrace Dean before those tears in Dean’s eyes fall.
“The other part of me was tired of trying to make a go of it without you. Maybe it was a little selfish of me, yeah, but you gotta know… you just… if these last few years with you have taught me anything, it’s that you are my one and only shot at feeling complete,” Dean says as the tears that had been threatening to soak his face finally make good on their promise.
Sam doesn’t fight his instincts anymore; he reaches a hand out to pull one of Dean’s shaky ones from where they’ve found their way back on the steering wheel, taking it in his own and using it as leverage - pulling on it until Dean’s in his personal space and they’re embracing. He can practically feel Dean melt into the touch after a brief second of stiffness.
He can’t see Dean’s face anymore but he feels Dean’s breath against his neck and the gravelly rumble of Dean’s voice echoes in his ear as he says, “You’re my one and only chance of being happy, Sammy.”
Author: kindaskimpy
Pairing: Dean/Sam (Wincest, baby!)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, unless you consider tear-jerker a warning
Summary: Dean and Sam are about to walk into a fight with the Leviathans but before they do, Dean has something he needs to get off his chest.
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for season 7
Word count: ~900
Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of these boys so none of this is real.
Author’s Note: Last night I had a dream and it was essentially this scene you’re about to read. I had a little trouble getting it off the ground thanks to this little thing called writer’s block, but my friend randomfattkid came to the rescue and helped me write this. Thank you. This one’s for him and for myspecialhell, who doesn’t know how to not be supportive. xoxo
Outside the abandoned warehouse, the rain begins to fall. It hits the Impala hard, splashing across the windshield and the sound it makes would be downright deafening if it weren’t for that fact that neither of the car’s occupants is listening. Dean looks over at Sam from where he sits in front of the steering wheel, a blank expression on his face. He watches as Sam checks to make sure they have everything they need in the duffle bag.
This is it. It’s time to send those creatures, those Leviathans back to where they came from and put an end to all the destruction and hurt they’ve caused. Dean pauses for a moment, thinks of Bobby and Cas, both gone because of these evil sons of bitches. He’s lost in these thoughts for moments as the weight of what’s about to happen overcomes him.
In a way, this is a moment years in the making. It certainly feels that way - it feels definitive to Dean, as if everything he and Sam have been through has led to this point right here… a moment where there’s only the two of them and once again, they’re staring death in the face.
It isn’t until Sam is tugging on his arm, pulling him back to the present that Dean realizes just how far away he’d let his mind go. “Dean. What’s wrong?” Sam asks. Dean just shakes his head, signaling he’s back but he’s not. Not really. There are emotions and feelings and crap that he needs to say, but in typical Dean fashion, he hesitates.
Sam watches him for a moment, reading every line on Dean’s face, every tense muscle on his body, and every sparkle in his eyes like only he can. It’s like reading a book, to Sam, and Sam is very good at reading book. Despite what he sees, he doesn’t speak up. Years of experience with this man beside him have taught him when to push and when to leave well enough alone. “Alright. I think we have everything. You ready?” Sam asks. Dean shakes his head no but Sam misses it. Sam goes to open the passenger door when Dean stops him, a hand on his arm gently pulling him back into the car.
“Wait,” Dean tells him, his low, grumbling voice a stark contrast to the sound of the abnormally large raindrops against the car’s surfaces.
It’s now or never and Dean knows that, in this moment, never is not an option. “I just… Look, whatever happens next, I need you to know something.” Dean pauses for a few seconds but Sam doesn’t interject. In fact, Sam doesn’t even move, save for pulling the car door closed to prevent the water from getting in. He just listens as he watches Dean’s every move, having learned long ago that, especially with Dean, body language is louder than words.
“You gotta know that…” Another moment of hesitation but Sam watches as Dean pushes past it. Hell, he breaks through it much like he kicks in doors. Dean Winchester and subtlety have never gone hand in hand. “I wouldn’t trade the last eight years for anything in the world.” That earns him a quizzical look from Sam but he continues. “I’m not stupid. I knew what I was getting myself into when I went to get you at Stanford, and yeah, a part of me will never let me forgive myself for pulling you back into this life - the life you were so desperate to get away from.”
Dean pauses again, and this time, his hands are shaking and emotion has started to taint his voice. Sam doesn’t say anything still. He knows better. He has to let Dean say what he wants to say, even if every instinct in his body is telling him to embrace Dean before those tears in Dean’s eyes fall.
“The other part of me was tired of trying to make a go of it without you. Maybe it was a little selfish of me, yeah, but you gotta know… you just… if these last few years with you have taught me anything, it’s that you are my one and only shot at feeling complete,” Dean says as the tears that had been threatening to soak his face finally make good on their promise.
Sam doesn’t fight his instincts anymore; he reaches a hand out to pull one of Dean’s shaky ones from where they’ve found their way back on the steering wheel, taking it in his own and using it as leverage - pulling on it until Dean’s in his personal space and they’re embracing. He can practically feel Dean melt into the touch after a brief second of stiffness.
He can’t see Dean’s face anymore but he feels Dean’s breath against his neck and the gravelly rumble of Dean’s voice echoes in his ear as he says, “You’re my one and only chance of being happy, Sammy.”