Don't Know Why (Supernatural, Dean/Sam, PG-13) 1/1
Title: Don't Know Why
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest (Dean/Sam)
Spoilers: Before "Shadows."
Disclaimer: Don't own. Inspired by "Everything You Want" by Vertical Horizon.
Summary: He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why
For kaltia. You mean a lot to me, my fluff counterpart.
Don't Know Why
By Spinny Roses
He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why
---
"Hey, Sam..."
"I'll be fine."
"You sure, dude? I mean, that cut..."
"I'm fine. Look, just go and clean up. We still need to find Dad."
"... I see. Hey, I'm going to go get some grub. What'cha want?"
"Nothing. I'm fine, Dean. Really."
---
"Sam, sam! Wake up!"
"Uhwha?"
"You were screaming. What the hell was that all about?"
"Nothing."
"Hey, Sammy, talk to your big brother here."
"No, and it's Sam."
---
"Oh God. Sam. It'll be okay. Hold on. Sam? Sam!"
---
I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
---
Dean sat by the bed, holding his brother's hand. Hand wrapped over bandages. He would have to wake up. Dean wouldn't ever forgive him if he didn't wake up. He just wouldn't. Little brothers had to listen to big brothers.
He raised Sam's hand to his lips, remembering how the skin under the rough bandages tasted. How Sam would come to him, on him, trying to find something.
How Sam would insist on leaving right after, citing Dad, Jess.
Dean's hand twitched, convulsing on Sam's limp limb. Damn it. Why wouldn't he wake up? Dean whispered words under his breath, into Sam's hand. Wake up, listen to your brother, damn you Sammy, and more. Tears weren't forming in his eyes. Of course not. Something like this wouldn't make him cry.
Wake up, Sammy. That was all he could get out now.
Over and over.
A sudden intake of breath caused him to look up. To whisper Sam's name on the barest of breaths.
The breath released without a word.
Sammy, wake up.
I need you.
It slipped out without Dean realizing it. I need you, replacing Wake up, Sammy. Spoken constantly, each repetition on the edge of a sob.
"Dad?"
The slightest sound, from Sam's lips.
"D-dad?"
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest (Dean/Sam)
Spoilers: Before "Shadows."
Disclaimer: Don't own. Inspired by "Everything You Want" by Vertical Horizon.
Summary: He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why
For kaltia. You mean a lot to me, my fluff counterpart.
Don't Know Why
By Spinny Roses
He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why
---
"Hey, Sam..."
"I'll be fine."
"You sure, dude? I mean, that cut..."
"I'm fine. Look, just go and clean up. We still need to find Dad."
"... I see. Hey, I'm going to go get some grub. What'cha want?"
"Nothing. I'm fine, Dean. Really."
---
"Sam, sam! Wake up!"
"Uhwha?"
"You were screaming. What the hell was that all about?"
"Nothing."
"Hey, Sammy, talk to your big brother here."
"No, and it's Sam."
---
"Oh God. Sam. It'll be okay. Hold on. Sam? Sam!"
---
I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
---
Dean sat by the bed, holding his brother's hand. Hand wrapped over bandages. He would have to wake up. Dean wouldn't ever forgive him if he didn't wake up. He just wouldn't. Little brothers had to listen to big brothers.
He raised Sam's hand to his lips, remembering how the skin under the rough bandages tasted. How Sam would come to him, on him, trying to find something.
How Sam would insist on leaving right after, citing Dad, Jess.
Dean's hand twitched, convulsing on Sam's limp limb. Damn it. Why wouldn't he wake up? Dean whispered words under his breath, into Sam's hand. Wake up, listen to your brother, damn you Sammy, and more. Tears weren't forming in his eyes. Of course not. Something like this wouldn't make him cry.
Wake up, Sammy. That was all he could get out now.
Over and over.
A sudden intake of breath caused him to look up. To whisper Sam's name on the barest of breaths.
The breath released without a word.
Sammy, wake up.
I need you.
It slipped out without Dean realizing it. I need you, replacing Wake up, Sammy. Spoken constantly, each repetition on the edge of a sob.
"Dad?"
The slightest sound, from Sam's lips.
"D-dad?"