How the Winchesters got their groove back: the commentfic meme you totally knew you wanted
BECAUSE SAM AND DEAN STILL LOVE EACH OTHER (OR ARE INTELLECTUALLY FOND OF EACH OTHER, SAM WINCHESTER I’M LOOKIN AT YOU) AND I STILL LOVE THEM.
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“Vampires and shapeshifters, I can understand,” Sam muses, cleaning his fingernails with the edge of his knife. “But what’s the point in an alpha zombie? I mean, what does it do? Groan louder than the rest? Lurch with dignity?”
He points his knife at the alpha zombie. “What do you do?”
The alpha zombie groans, and lurches.
“Huh,” Sam says. “I think that was louder, actually.”
“Sam!” Dean gurgles, from under the zombie’s groaning, lurching bulk.
“Oh. Right, sorry.”
Sam leaps into the battle.
*
Remember what we talked about, Dean had said the whole drive to the gremlin nest. Remember the don’t sacrifice me for the greater good or forget to help me thing we talked about. So when the head gremlin comes charging towards them, Sam pushes Dean out of the way and kicks the gremlin in the face.
It goes flying into the next field, which is, Sam thinks, quite impressive.
“Who knew gremlins were so aerodynamic?” Sam says, turning to Dean - or to where Dean ought to be, but he isn’t there. Sam frowns, looking around. “Oh. There you are.”
Dean crawls out of the ditch Sam pushed him into, spits out a mouthful of ditch water, and glares up at Sam through his faceful of scum. “This still needs some work,” he says.
*
Sam still has the scars from their last ghoul encounter. Scars are a lot easier to understand than the tangled-up web of emotions Sam remembers having had for Adam, although quite what those emotions were he can no longer recall.
“We don’t like ghouls, do we?” Sam says, as the car crawls to a stop outside the ghoul nest.
Dean makes a face that Sam can’t quite place. “No, we do not.”
They gather their weapons in silence, but as they crunch up the gravel path, Sam turns and says with all the sincerity he can muster, “I promise I have absolutely no scientific interest in watching a ghoul eat you.”
Dean stares at him.
“And I won’t push you into a ditch this time,” Sam adds.
“Okay then,” Dean says, with a short laugh. It might be an amused laugh, or it might not be. Sam takes it as a good sign, all the same.
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