comment fic meme!
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Emotion began to bleed from Sam’s face, hazel eyes going cloudy.
“You got me out. Dean…we got out and everything was perfect. Hunting again like when everything was new and I found you because you didn’t stop and you saved me. You were so happy.” Dean’s gut clenched with dread. “Decades, decades, and we never got any older. Just kept going. The Impala and Bobby and I let myself forget. Stupid, stupid…They took it all away again.”
Angels and their mind games. Dean cursed softly wanting, not for the first time, some way to exact revenge on the two archangels that had torn his little brother’s mind and body apart.
“Got bored. Said he missed how I screamed the first thousand times he tore you away…They wanted to make it new again…to take it all away…”
Dean couldn’t take it anymore. He wrapped himself around Sammy, absolutely smothered him with arms and neck and chest to hide him from the world. To remind them both that the top of Sam’s head was wet with tears, not blood.
“Shut up, Sammy. Just…” He couldn’t bear to hear any more now and it only seemed to be making Sam worse, pulling him further away.
Sam didn’t fight against his hold and that terrified Dean anew. Sam had fought and raged against everything since he’d hit adolescence. He was never quiet, never complacent. But he was absolutely malleable in Dean’s arms.
Dean unfolded just enough to move Sam into a more comfortable position against him, his body picking up the rocking pattern that his exhausted brother had already established. Anything that would soothe Sam even a bit.
Sam’s eyes were still unseeing, but he was murmuring, pleading with ‘Dean’. The one who was never Dean. The one who might be, maybe, he prayed, was Dean.
“Just pretend, just pretend…just a little longer. I’ll be good if you…Oh, god please. Just…”
Dean didn’t even look up as Bobby finally reentered the room and settled on the floor across from them. There was a perfectly good comfortable chair not ten feet away, but it was summarily ignored. The man sat as close as he dared to his boys. Not able to reach out and touch, but less than a few steps away.
Dean pretended not to see the tears in the older hunter’s eyes and Bobby was good enough to do the same for him.
“I’m here Sammy. I’m right here. I’m gonna find a way to make you believe that.”
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~Nebula
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Lovely fill!
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poor boys
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