Laughter Lines- Part 3
Title: Laughter Lines
Author: skyseeker77
Charachter(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Sam/Dean
Theme: 6- 365
Prompt(s): 3- Past
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters do not belong to me. They belong to the CW and its creators; however, this peice of writing is my own original content.
Summary: It's always been that way in the past, but this; this is now.
Warnings/Author Notes: Incesty brothers lmao. Some mildly underage drinking. (hallelujah, it took me less than a year for the next part!)
set the scene
03- Past
July 4th, ‘99
you’ve been on this earth twenty years, but it’s not until tonight that your life really begins
here together with Sammy, your Sam, and the energy crackling between the both of you nearly palpable
two bodies, yours and his.
the breathless summer twilight glow; the straining light of the setting sun
fireworks, empty thrown out beer bottles; whiskey murmurs and starlight gazes
sparklers crackling, he’s got a grin from ear to ear and somehow deep inside you feel warmer than the heat of the summer air
you watch the sky explode as your worlds collide
caught sideways glances, long pauses; it’s been this way forever
in the past, it never came to anything; but this is now, you think
your breath hitches, god the way he’s looking at you right now
you get lost in the stars in his hazel eyes and you feel yourself leaning in
you’re close, so close, you’re brushing your lips against his; god, those bright hazel eyes disappear behind his eyelids and you’re kissing him.
your mouths press together again, this time with purpose, with intent; his lips are so soft and just the perfect temperature, and suddenly it’s all you ever want, more than life, just him and you and nothing else
his warm, pliant lips; soft and wet and just the right temperature. you could die from this holy shit
you pull away for just a few seconds to whisper in a hushed voice, ragged and breathless, as if any measure of volume would shatter this fragile moment, “happy 4th, sammy.”