5x16 coda
I HAVE NO EXCUSE. None. At all. Whatsoever.
Seriously, I was crying my eyes out at the end of Dark Side of the Moon, and I thought, God, those boys are fucktards. This is what would make me feel better!
And thus was born this short bit of self-indulgent, fluff-crack tripe. *facepalm* Honestly, *no* redeeming value. I`m embarrassed just to be posting it.
Untitled 5x16 Coda
Sam’s knees hit the pavement so hard, he felt skin peel. He slapped one hand against the Impala’s door, cracking his knuckles as Dean tried to yank it shut.
“What the fuck, Sam?” Dean snapped, half in the car, one foot still on the ground.
“I’m sorry,” Sam said. He dug his fingers hard into the cold metal of the door. “I’m sorry my heaven sucks for you. I’ve been one giant, insensitive fucking bastard my whole life, and I’m sorry.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed to slivers of glittering anger. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting,” Sam said. “I’m trying to explain myself. You’re more than family, Dean. You’re more than the sum of you and Dad. It doesn’t matter how far away from you I go, or for how long, because we could be apart for centuries and you’d still be part of me.”
Dean put both feet back on the concrete, and leaned his shoulders against the car. “Sam, you are so much bullshit.”
“I don’t care what you think.” Sam lifted his other hand, touched it tentatively to Dean’s knee. “You’re this other half of me, and I’ll always know when you’re missing.”
“Stop quoting bad poetry, fucker.”
Sam dropped his hand, and then held it up to Dean, palm out, the weight of the amulet light, and warm with sweat. “Please don’t leave me.” He bit down a desperate breath. “I will motherfucking marry you. Just, please…”
Dean stared at him for so long, so stoically, that Sam’s heart started to slam painfully into his ribs. It felt bruised.
“You can’t marry me, asstard,” Dean finally said.
“Sure I can,” Sam replied. He felt sort of like smiling, or bursting into tears, but did neither. “We have so many fake IDs, just pick your favourite. Where is gay marriage legal, now? Iowa, Vermont?”
“That is such a terrible idea.”
“Get in the car. I’ll find a map. We’ll drive to Iowa, and I’ll marry you in a cornfield. I’ll wear a dress.”
Dean pressed his fingers into his eyes. “Sam…”
“Hey, Ash said we were soul mates, not me.”
Dean snarled at him from behind his hand. “I refuse to live in a sexless marriage.”
“Uh, well.” Sam shrugged, shifted so his knees didn’t sting. “You know. We could work on it.”
“I’d rather not.” Dean looked down at the amulet, still outstretched in Sam’s hand. He reached down, slowly. Sam felt his stomach roll over, but Dean just curled Sam’s fingers closed around it. “You keep it,” he said. “You take better care of your shit than I do.”
Sam didn’t know what that meant. Carefully, he shifted off his knees, into a crouch. “So…” he said.
“Get in the car, you loser,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “I think Vermont’s closer.”
Seriously, I was crying my eyes out at the end of Dark Side of the Moon, and I thought, God, those boys are fucktards. This is what would make me feel better!
And thus was born this short bit of self-indulgent, fluff-crack tripe. *facepalm* Honestly, *no* redeeming value. I`m embarrassed just to be posting it.
Untitled 5x16 Coda
Sam’s knees hit the pavement so hard, he felt skin peel. He slapped one hand against the Impala’s door, cracking his knuckles as Dean tried to yank it shut.
“What the fuck, Sam?” Dean snapped, half in the car, one foot still on the ground.
“I’m sorry,” Sam said. He dug his fingers hard into the cold metal of the door. “I’m sorry my heaven sucks for you. I’ve been one giant, insensitive fucking bastard my whole life, and I’m sorry.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed to slivers of glittering anger. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting,” Sam said. “I’m trying to explain myself. You’re more than family, Dean. You’re more than the sum of you and Dad. It doesn’t matter how far away from you I go, or for how long, because we could be apart for centuries and you’d still be part of me.”
Dean put both feet back on the concrete, and leaned his shoulders against the car. “Sam, you are so much bullshit.”
“I don’t care what you think.” Sam lifted his other hand, touched it tentatively to Dean’s knee. “You’re this other half of me, and I’ll always know when you’re missing.”
“Stop quoting bad poetry, fucker.”
Sam dropped his hand, and then held it up to Dean, palm out, the weight of the amulet light, and warm with sweat. “Please don’t leave me.” He bit down a desperate breath. “I will motherfucking marry you. Just, please…”
Dean stared at him for so long, so stoically, that Sam’s heart started to slam painfully into his ribs. It felt bruised.
“You can’t marry me, asstard,” Dean finally said.
“Sure I can,” Sam replied. He felt sort of like smiling, or bursting into tears, but did neither. “We have so many fake IDs, just pick your favourite. Where is gay marriage legal, now? Iowa, Vermont?”
“That is such a terrible idea.”
“Get in the car. I’ll find a map. We’ll drive to Iowa, and I’ll marry you in a cornfield. I’ll wear a dress.”
Dean pressed his fingers into his eyes. “Sam…”
“Hey, Ash said we were soul mates, not me.”
Dean snarled at him from behind his hand. “I refuse to live in a sexless marriage.”
“Uh, well.” Sam shrugged, shifted so his knees didn’t sting. “You know. We could work on it.”
“I’d rather not.” Dean looked down at the amulet, still outstretched in Sam’s hand. He reached down, slowly. Sam felt his stomach roll over, but Dean just curled Sam’s fingers closed around it. “You keep it,” he said. “You take better care of your shit than I do.”
Sam didn’t know what that meant. Carefully, he shifted off his knees, into a crouch. “So…” he said.
“Get in the car, you loser,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “I think Vermont’s closer.”