Fanfic: “The Second Sight Series” by Maygra . [Future-fic, Sam/Dean, Blind!Sam,Seer!Sam] . [N7]
Sam couldn't leave the field. And for the first time maybe he got, not in his brain or his heart but in hissoul, what had made Dean so angry years before. They couldn't take Sam with them. John had said it but he hadn't meant it that way. The battle, whatever was left of it was still being fought, just …now it was being fought in Sam'shead, in his eyes. They could run, keep moving but that war, that battle, Sam couldn't escape it.
♥ No gift could ever make up for Sam's lack of sight, could make his visions or his nightmares any easier. There was no way to replace the life Sam might have led. Any and all of those would take a miracle, and Dean was fresh out of them.
But it still felt like one when he came home, because Sam set his hours to Dean's most days, unless he was against a deadline. Days and nights really had no meaning for Sam any longer except in relationship to Dean.
♥ John wiped at his nose and nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. More toys, though," he said on a chuff of laughter. "You know, I think Sam would be okay."
Dean nodded. "Yeah. He probably would. I wouldn't, though. You know that, right?" he asked.
♥ He'd call Dean on bullshit when he needed to, would still pick fights just to make Dean defend his opinion, but there was less of an edge to it than there used to be.
They weren't making life and death decision about the best way to kill or hunt something any longer. All the decisions they made now were a lot more personal. A lot closer to home.
♥ No gift could ever make up for Sam's lack of sight, could make his visions or his nightmares any easier. There was no way to replace the life Sam might have led. Any and all of those would take a miracle, and Dean was fresh out of them.
But it still felt like one when he came home, because Sam set his hours to Dean's most days, unless he was against a deadline. Days and nights really had no meaning for Sam any longer except in relationship to Dean.
♥ John wiped at his nose and nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. More toys, though," he said on a chuff of laughter. "You know, I think Sam would be okay."
Dean nodded. "Yeah. He probably would. I wouldn't, though. You know that, right?" he asked.
♥ He'd call Dean on bullshit when he needed to, would still pick fights just to make Dean defend his opinion, but there was less of an edge to it than there used to be.
They weren't making life and death decision about the best way to kill or hunt something any longer. All the decisions they made now were a lot more personal. A lot closer to home.