Sam eased himself from Dean’s grasp as soon as he could, letting out a contented sigh of relief as he let his muscles melt as much as they allowed, laying face down onto the motel mattress. Without speaking Dean removed the pillows from under Sam’s head letting Sam’s body lay flat on the lumpy springs and Sam felt the scratchy blankets being pulled up over his naked flesh.
Normally he would refuse to get into these sheets where countless other people had slept without some barrier of protection but he was just so tired… so tired.
Sam’s eyes had slipped closed of their own accord, one single tear, pent up from the pain and humiliation of the day slid free but he didn’t have the energy to care.
When he was hanging on the edge of sleep Sam felt a large warm hand card gently through his hair. Sam had to tightly control his flinch of surprise at the contact. Dean’s hand stayed there for a moment, entangled with Sam’s mess of hair. It was a move that Sam remembered from years gone by when Sam was sick or tired or sad when they were too old and ‘manly’ for hugs, just a small point of contact to sooth and to comfort. Sam grit his jaw against the torrent of tears that wanted desperately to spill and stayed stock still, hardly breathing lest one minor wrong shift could break the moment.
Eventually Dean took a big breath. “Sammy…” he exhaled out.
Sam waited for more to follow that weighted word but nothing came. And then the hand was gone and Dean cleared his throat gruffly. “Just sleep. It will be better in the morning.”
Sam took a shaky breath and turned his head away from where he could hear Dean shuffling around. A few more treacherous tears leaked from his eyes, dripping off his nose but he did nothing about them.
Sleep eventually did follow but Sam was under no illusion that anything would be truly different come morning, nothing at all.
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I wanted to try and fix the boys with some brotherly loving but they wouldn't cooperate all the way. There seems to be slightly more hurt than overt comfort but I hope the OP likes it
That was so good. Bittersweet, but with a measure of hope. And yeah, I bet Sam can see Garth's wisdom in getting rooms with hottubs now. Although, he probably wouldn't be able to climb outta that, either. :-P
Very true to life and I loved the reference to how long Sam's existence, in one place or another, has lasted. It's enough to wear you out just thinking about it.
Sam eased himself from Dean’s grasp as soon as he could, letting out a contented sigh of relief as he let his muscles melt as much as they allowed, laying face down onto the motel mattress. Without speaking Dean removed the pillows from under Sam’s head letting Sam’s body lay flat on the lumpy springs and Sam felt the scratchy blankets being pulled up over his naked flesh.
Normally he would refuse to get into these sheets where countless other people had slept without some barrier of protection but he was just so tired… so tired.
Sam’s eyes had slipped closed of their own accord, one single tear, pent up from the pain and humiliation of the day slid free but he didn’t have the energy to care.
When he was hanging on the edge of sleep Sam felt a large warm hand card gently through his hair. Sam had to tightly control his flinch of surprise at the contact. Dean’s hand stayed there for a moment, entangled with Sam’s mess of hair. It was a move that Sam remembered from years gone by when Sam was sick or tired or sad when they were too old and ‘manly’ for hugs, just a small point of contact to sooth and to comfort. Sam grit his jaw against the torrent of tears that wanted desperately to spill and stayed stock still, hardly breathing lest one minor wrong shift could break the moment.
Eventually Dean took a big breath. “Sammy…” he exhaled out.
Sam waited for more to follow that weighted word but nothing came. And then the hand was gone and Dean cleared his throat gruffly. “Just sleep. It will be better in the morning.”
Sam took a shaky breath and turned his head away from where he could hear Dean shuffling around. A few more treacherous tears leaked from his eyes, dripping off his nose but he did nothing about them.
Sleep eventually did follow but Sam was under no illusion that anything would be truly different come morning, nothing at all.
END
I wanted to try and fix the boys with some brotherly loving but they wouldn't cooperate all the way. There seems to be slightly more hurt than overt comfort but I hope the OP likes it
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That was so good. Bittersweet, but with a measure of hope. And yeah, I bet Sam can see Garth's wisdom in getting rooms with hottubs now. Although, he probably wouldn't be able to climb outta that, either. :-P
Very true to life and I loved the reference to how long Sam's existence, in one place or another, has lasted. It's enough to wear you out just thinking about it.
Thanks so much for writing this. I loves it!
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