Fanfiction: Supernatural: Let Me Name the Ways: {2} Hands-PG-13
Title: Let Me Name the Ways
Part Two: Hands
Disclaimer: Don’t Own, Am Broke
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Hurt Comfort (if ya squint), graphic wounds & blood. Spoilers up to Christmas Season 3.
Pairing: Wincest
Summary: His hands once held the innocents his eyes had long lost.
Authors Comment: Second in a series of stories telling why Dean loves certain parts of his brother’s body. Could be considered underaged if you squint. Hope you enjoy.
{1} Hair
{3} Eyes
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His hands were large and calloused from hard hunting all his young life. But Dean remembered when Sammy’s hands had still been baby soft and smooth. When they still had held the innocents in them that Sammy’s eyes had lost when Dean had told him about his father’s “job”, that Christmas evening.
Dean had been stupid and an idiot, he knew it from the look his father had given him when he had left the hotel room to find the thing that had hurt Dean, that his father had left because Dean needed to be taken care of. He knew it from the tears bordering Sammy’s eyes because his father had for the first time told Sammy to take care of Dean. Sammy had nodded frozen in fear and distress.
“Dean I don’t know what…?” Sammy said trying to keep the tears out of his voice trying to sound strong and brave for his older brother.
“Do you know where the sewing kit is?” Dean asked trying to talk with out taking a breath for every word. It was hard for him, the pain was working its way from his stomach to his head. He was going to pass out.
“Yes, I do.” Sam said happy he was able to do something right, that he knew something to help his wounded brother.
“Good get the sewing kit…the liquor from behind the Cheerios…and the match book.” Dean said he was fading fast. However he forced himself to stay aloft so that he could help Sammy, he still needed to take care of Sammy.
Sammy resisted the urge to go to his brother as the painful flinch came over his face. Dean was trying to move around on the couch to get comfortable. He knew that Dean would yell at him if he tried to help. So he went to get what Dean asked for.
He came back; Dean was lying along the couch his skin turning white from pain. His lips were copper red from biting back his moans. Sam knelt next to him on the couch, so tall he still had to lean low to hear his brother’s whispered commands.
“Give me the liquor. Burn the end of the needle…start at the bottom of the wound work up… small stitches. I will pass out Sammy, you have to keep going and close up the wound.” Dean explained trying to give Sammy some help.
Sammy managed a weak smile in response. He wouldn’t throw-up at the sight of blood, he couldn’t he was a Winchester. However he was still nervous enough to feel his stomach turning uncomfortably. He swallowed down his own fear and handed Dean the liquor bottle. Dean lifted it to his lips as if it was too heavy. Sam went to help, but Dean shook his head. Sam picked-up the sewing kit and match book. He picked out the thread, the only one that was left in the small kit was bright blue. He put the thread through the needle’s eye with hardly any problem which surprised him, usually he had the hardest time doing that small tasks.
Then he lit the match and held the needle above the flame. He knew from watching movies that burning the needle was important in killing bacteria. He knew why he was doing it he just didn’t know if he could go through with actually putting the needle into his brother’s skin. He turned back around and noticed Dean’s eyes were closed, he tried not to panic.
He bent over low wishing for better light. He moved his hand against the wound which was still trickling blood. He cleaned it with the t-shirt Dean was wearing, which had been ruined when the monster had injured Dean. Sam then tried to smooth the skin around the wound figuring out the best way to start the stitching.
He heard a moan and looked up.
Dean opened his eyes looking at his brother as he slowly moved his rough calloused fingers over the scar. He arched up against Sammy’s hand trying to keep the contact as long as possible. The hand disappeared and Dean moaned.
The pain came back a dull and beating headache as he slowly opened his eyes. Sammy’s eyes stared back with worry and pain. Dean was instantly awake. He made to move up but Sammy’s hands were on his body, smooth and still as soft as when he was a year old. Dean closed his eyes against the sensation trying to hold back the moan. He bit his lower lip and heard a noise. He opened his eyes worried something was wrong with Sammy.
Sammy was staring at him, at his lower lip. The taste of copper on his tongue made him realize what Sammy was looking at. Sammy’s hand came up slowly he was still looking at his lips, his own tongue came out just beyond his lips and Dean stared. Sammy’s hand finally found his target, his smooth thumb slid along Dean’s blood moist lips wiping away the stain.
Part Two: Hands
Disclaimer: Don’t Own, Am Broke
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Hurt Comfort (if ya squint), graphic wounds & blood. Spoilers up to Christmas Season 3.
Pairing: Wincest
Summary: His hands once held the innocents his eyes had long lost.
Authors Comment: Second in a series of stories telling why Dean loves certain parts of his brother’s body. Could be considered underaged if you squint. Hope you enjoy.
{1} Hair
{3} Eyes
~~~
His hands were large and calloused from hard hunting all his young life. But Dean remembered when Sammy’s hands had still been baby soft and smooth. When they still had held the innocents in them that Sammy’s eyes had lost when Dean had told him about his father’s “job”, that Christmas evening.
Dean had been stupid and an idiot, he knew it from the look his father had given him when he had left the hotel room to find the thing that had hurt Dean, that his father had left because Dean needed to be taken care of. He knew it from the tears bordering Sammy’s eyes because his father had for the first time told Sammy to take care of Dean. Sammy had nodded frozen in fear and distress.
“Dean I don’t know what…?” Sammy said trying to keep the tears out of his voice trying to sound strong and brave for his older brother.
“Do you know where the sewing kit is?” Dean asked trying to talk with out taking a breath for every word. It was hard for him, the pain was working its way from his stomach to his head. He was going to pass out.
“Yes, I do.” Sam said happy he was able to do something right, that he knew something to help his wounded brother.
“Good get the sewing kit…the liquor from behind the Cheerios…and the match book.” Dean said he was fading fast. However he forced himself to stay aloft so that he could help Sammy, he still needed to take care of Sammy.
Sammy resisted the urge to go to his brother as the painful flinch came over his face. Dean was trying to move around on the couch to get comfortable. He knew that Dean would yell at him if he tried to help. So he went to get what Dean asked for.
He came back; Dean was lying along the couch his skin turning white from pain. His lips were copper red from biting back his moans. Sam knelt next to him on the couch, so tall he still had to lean low to hear his brother’s whispered commands.
“Give me the liquor. Burn the end of the needle…start at the bottom of the wound work up… small stitches. I will pass out Sammy, you have to keep going and close up the wound.” Dean explained trying to give Sammy some help.
Sammy managed a weak smile in response. He wouldn’t throw-up at the sight of blood, he couldn’t he was a Winchester. However he was still nervous enough to feel his stomach turning uncomfortably. He swallowed down his own fear and handed Dean the liquor bottle. Dean lifted it to his lips as if it was too heavy. Sam went to help, but Dean shook his head. Sam picked-up the sewing kit and match book. He picked out the thread, the only one that was left in the small kit was bright blue. He put the thread through the needle’s eye with hardly any problem which surprised him, usually he had the hardest time doing that small tasks.
Then he lit the match and held the needle above the flame. He knew from watching movies that burning the needle was important in killing bacteria. He knew why he was doing it he just didn’t know if he could go through with actually putting the needle into his brother’s skin. He turned back around and noticed Dean’s eyes were closed, he tried not to panic.
He bent over low wishing for better light. He moved his hand against the wound which was still trickling blood. He cleaned it with the t-shirt Dean was wearing, which had been ruined when the monster had injured Dean. Sam then tried to smooth the skin around the wound figuring out the best way to start the stitching.
He heard a moan and looked up.
Dean opened his eyes looking at his brother as he slowly moved his rough calloused fingers over the scar. He arched up against Sammy’s hand trying to keep the contact as long as possible. The hand disappeared and Dean moaned.
The pain came back a dull and beating headache as he slowly opened his eyes. Sammy’s eyes stared back with worry and pain. Dean was instantly awake. He made to move up but Sammy’s hands were on his body, smooth and still as soft as when he was a year old. Dean closed his eyes against the sensation trying to hold back the moan. He bit his lower lip and heard a noise. He opened his eyes worried something was wrong with Sammy.
Sammy was staring at him, at his lower lip. The taste of copper on his tongue made him realize what Sammy was looking at. Sammy’s hand came up slowly he was still looking at his lips, his own tongue came out just beyond his lips and Dean stared. Sammy’s hand finally found his target, his smooth thumb slid along Dean’s blood moist lips wiping away the stain.