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Supernatural slash(ish) fic
Title: Forever feels like nothing
Author: Selena
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-16 For angst
Word Count: 340
Summary: For my lovely ceci2176 who wanted AU Hurt and disabled!Dean
Notes/Warnings: The wincest is implied, but it is still there. Angst. Not beta'd
Forever feels like nothing
He could feel the ghost of Sam’s hand on his thigh. And it sucked that he was only aware of Sam’s hands when they weren’t on him, because it was more of a memory of a touch and nothing to do with nerve endings or the warmth of Sam’s skin.
He hated it when Sam touched him now.
*
The first time he used his wheelchair, he pushed and pushed until his hands bled, and then he pushed some more. When he point blank refused to have the sores on his hands looked at, Sam just picked him up and carried him to the Impala.
He struggled against his brother’s hold, but Sam had the advantage of height, position and the use of his legs.
He cursed all the way to the hospital.
*
He wasn’t angry at Sam for being whole. He was angry at Sam because he refused to leave. In effect the accident had trapped them both, any suggestions that Sam should maybe move on were met with stony silence. So they covered their issues with out of place humor and nothing ever changed.
“Hey, Oracle was still able to fight crime.”
“Wasn’t she a hot chick?”
“And you’re saying I’m not? Dude, I am offended!”
*
There were days when the only comfort he had was that he couldn’t feel any worse.
Then he heard Sam relieve himself in the shower, and a small part of him died.
*
There was a magic man in Louisiana who said he could help them. Help him. A jack of all trades kind of guy who said he could fix him up good as new without having to delve into the darker arts, unless they asked him to of course.
But the price was too high, even though Sam argued that it wasn’t. It was his body and only for a night and he would do it for his big brother.
But still, he said no.
*
“Dean I’m sorry.”
“For what, Sammy?”
“Everything.”
Fin
Title: Forever feels like nothing
Author: Selena
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-16 For angst
Word Count: 340
Summary: For my lovely ceci2176 who wanted AU Hurt and disabled!Dean
Notes/Warnings: The wincest is implied, but it is still there. Angst. Not beta'd
Forever feels like nothing
He could feel the ghost of Sam’s hand on his thigh. And it sucked that he was only aware of Sam’s hands when they weren’t on him, because it was more of a memory of a touch and nothing to do with nerve endings or the warmth of Sam’s skin.
He hated it when Sam touched him now.
*
The first time he used his wheelchair, he pushed and pushed until his hands bled, and then he pushed some more. When he point blank refused to have the sores on his hands looked at, Sam just picked him up and carried him to the Impala.
He struggled against his brother’s hold, but Sam had the advantage of height, position and the use of his legs.
He cursed all the way to the hospital.
*
He wasn’t angry at Sam for being whole. He was angry at Sam because he refused to leave. In effect the accident had trapped them both, any suggestions that Sam should maybe move on were met with stony silence. So they covered their issues with out of place humor and nothing ever changed.
“Hey, Oracle was still able to fight crime.”
“Wasn’t she a hot chick?”
“And you’re saying I’m not? Dude, I am offended!”
*
There were days when the only comfort he had was that he couldn’t feel any worse.
Then he heard Sam relieve himself in the shower, and a small part of him died.
*
There was a magic man in Louisiana who said he could help them. Help him. A jack of all trades kind of guy who said he could fix him up good as new without having to delve into the darker arts, unless they asked him to of course.
But the price was too high, even though Sam argued that it wasn’t. It was his body and only for a night and he would do it for his big brother.
But still, he said no.
*
“Dean I’m sorry.”
“For what, Sammy?”
“Everything.”
Fin