Sam feels like his head's been cracked open and his chest has been sliced clean through; like his intestines have been pulled out through his throat and his heart's been tossed onto the floor. He's not sure if the ground's shaking or if it's just him. His vision is blurred with tears and red with anger and his hands are shaking, his legs are wobbling with fear. He's dizzy and aching and he can't think straight.
"Dean," he croaks, voice filled with so much so much so much-- everything. "Dean"You okay, Sammy?" Dean's voice floats, crashes, smashes, stabs into Sam's head and he chokes on the breath he was trying to drag into his lungs. He chokes again, tears cracking hot tracks down his cheeks and jaw
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They get back to the hotel somehow, stumbling a bit, Sam seemingly glued to the passenger seat of the impala by the time they park. He's been to hell and back, he's been the vessel for fucking Lucifer, but that's not this, that's not all the memories he has of the horrible shit he's done and thought and god, Dean. What the hell has he done to Dean? Dean who can barely look him in the eyes; Dean who won't say it's okay; Dean who drags him out of the impala and into a hotel; Dean who pulls off his shoes and tucks him into bed and crawls in next to him and who tensely dares to snuggle up to Sam's side, expecting to be ignored because that's what Soulless Sam, that's what he did
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Re: Part 2samantha890November 20 2010, 08:15:59 UTC
I never really thought much about Dean's reaction to Sam getting his soul back except that he'd be happy - but reading this made me realize he'd also be brokenly sobbing about it (mentally of course, show wouldn't make Dean Winchester do that. Damn show, anyway) and wrecked and missing Sam and happy that he finally has all of Sam as well. Thank you for that. :)
I feel like this came out very ~DRAMATIC~, but I started it and then I had to finish it, so I suppose it might as well go here. /o\ Hope you don't mind a double fill!
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One minute: you're crouching in the mud in a ditch and your fingers are against the ground, your legs tensed, your heart beating steady, your whole body ready to run if you need to. The next: your mouth is open and you're lying down and you feel like you've been shot. You must have been shot. Your whole chest is aching, and your breath won't come right, and your heartbeat is drilling so fast through the frame of your bones. Too fast. Adrenaline. Body rising to fight the intrusion of the bullet. There must be a bullet. You drag a hand up to feel at your chest, but you can't find the wound. Dean is going to be mad, you are thinking, blankly--your hand patting your wet t-shirt, your breath huffing out in weird pants
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Sam(/)Dean. After getting his soul back, Sam feels everything that little bit more. Anger, sadness, happiness, how much he loves his brother...
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"Dean," he croaks, voice filled with so much so much so much-- everything. "Dean"You okay, Sammy?" Dean's voice floats, crashes, smashes, stabs into Sam's head and he chokes on the breath he was trying to drag into his lungs. He chokes again, tears cracking hot tracks down his cheeks and jaw ( ... )
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...and yeah, I know it won't, so I'll just have to settle for re-reading this. :)
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One minute: you're crouching in the mud in a ditch and your fingers are against the ground, your legs tensed, your heart beating steady, your whole body ready to run if you need to. The next: your mouth is open and you're lying down and you feel like you've been shot. You must have been shot. Your whole chest is aching, and your breath won't come right, and your heartbeat is drilling so fast through the frame of your bones. Too fast. Adrenaline. Body rising to fight the intrusion of the bullet. There must be a bullet. You drag a hand up to feel at your chest, but you can't find the wound. Dean is going to be mad, you are thinking, blankly--your hand patting your wet t-shirt, your breath huffing out in weird pants ( ... )
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