comment fic meme!
Following the results of the poll we took last month (don't make it easy on us or anything, guys, haha!), we've decided to hold a comment fic meme once every three months. This gives everyone time to write and prompt to their heart's content, and allows us mods to keep up with y'all. And we're starting right now!
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For the first time, Dean said what had never needed to be said between them. It had always been implied, always shared with nudges and affection and statements filled with love. But tonight, tonight it had to be said out loud as it was.
"I'm sorry, Sammy."
Sam was already shaking his head, turning away from Dean, and it wasn't happening. Dean caught his face gently between Dean's hands and forced him to turn back. Sam's good eye glistened from the light outside, and he refused to look at Dean directly. That was fine.
"It's not true. You didn't...you didn't do those things, Sam."
"Dean-"
"I was wrong to say them. I was drunk and you were right, I had no business going anywhere. You stopped me from hurting myself." He swallowed, fingers gently brushing one of the cuts. "Just not me from hurting you."
Sam tried to shrug it off again, but Dean wouldn't let him. "Anyone ever hurts you again, you hurt them back," Dean said fiercely, just as demanding as he'd been when he'd struck Sam. "You hear me?"
Slowly Sam's eye turned to catch Dean's gaze. "What if it's you?" he asked softly.
"It won't be," Dean said firmly. Sobriety had never sounded so good in his life, and that was another first, too. Dean wasn't touching alcohol for a long, long time. And he'd never get drunk enough to get angry at Sam, either. Sam, who hadn't deserved any of the lashings Dean had poured out on him.
"If it is?"
"Then you fight back," Dean said. It wouldn't happen, but Sam needed to know. "You fight back, you hear me?"
Sam nodded, then winced. Concussion. "Gonna have to wake you every couple hours," Dean said quietly. He'd stay up all night waiting. Usually, he slept, and set his alarm to wake him for the constant vigil. Not tonight. If Dean slept without nightmares in the nights coming ahead, he'd be surprised.
If he slept at all.
Sam let him continue to clean him in silence, his lone good eye slowly starting to blink shut in exhaustion. The resigned air was fading away, though Dean knew what he'd done that night would take a long time to forget. Probably already forgiven, and god knew Dean didn't deserve it, but that was Sam, and it made Dean's eyes burn a little bit more thinking about it.
He leaned against the wall, next to Sam, and hauled his little brother in. Sam slid over with a soft sigh, and Dean took the trust, the acceptance, the forgiveness so freely offered with that move. "I'm so sorry, Sammy," he whispered, guilt and regret clouding his tone.
Sam remained silent for a long time, enough that Dean thought he'd fallen asleep. When he spoke, it was in a voice that was barely a whisper. "Promise?"
Dean shut his eyes, one lone tear slipping free. "I promise," he said.
It was a promise he wasn't going to forget, one he was going to make sure Sam remembered, too.
~Nebula
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~Nebula
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You just killed me.
This is wonderful, exquisitely painful, and I love you forever for doing it. <3
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~Nebula
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I always love it when I see that you've posted and I'm never disappointed. This was so good.
I'm kinda glad they didn't do this on the show even though I could definitely see Sam taking it. It was hard enough to read much less having to watch.
Great Job!
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Seriously though, amazing prompt and amazing fill. I actually went back to your ff.net account and reread all my favorite stories of yours (which was an awful lot of them). Thank you so much for sharing your fic with us!!
-Desi Jo
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brb,
Gone to smother the boys in TLC.
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