They were (Dean/Sam; ficlet)
A thousand words…tears they both refused to shed, not then. Especially then
No chick flick moments. That was the rule, their cardinal rule. I love yous were dime a dozen. I love yous didn’t even begin to cover what they were for each other, what they felt.
They were warriors…and warriors didn’t cry.
They were brothers, whose world, theirs, was about to be ripped apart.
They were lovers: in name, in body, soul and blood: matching tattoos above their hearts, matching glistening eyes that spoke of their past…of the things they couldn’t say aloud, not even then, of the future they wouldn’t have.
What am I supposed to do?
Sam choked out. His eyes pleading Dean: how am I supposed to live without you? How am I supposed to want to? Don’t leave me, Dean…I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready. I…love you.
Keep fighting, Dean replied. He smiled, even as his heart was breaking and fear threatened to cripple him…but he didn’t waver. He’d face death, he’d pay the price.
You’ll be alright, Sammy…I promise. I’m not afraid to die. I’m not afraid of hell…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I love you too.
A moment, few seconds…a lifetime of unsaid things, of secrets whispered in the dark, of days they would never have, of smiles they’d never share again.
They were warriors, brothers.
They were lovers.