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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"Dean!" he said, taking three big steps away and rubbing at his chest. "What are you doing?"
Dean turned around in the chair, eyes wide and hands spread, mouth slightly open, the weak sunlight slanting in the the window picking out the lighter tips of his hair. Sam's whole chest ached. "What? I'm not doing anything! What is your problem!"
"I get it," said Sam, aggrieved, as much as he could be. "The soulless guy is weird and a pain in the ass, you've made that obvious, but this - whatever it is! It's not cool. I don't appreciate you giving me indigestion just because I let you get turned into a vampire."
"I wouldn't say it's exactly a fair trade," said Dean, eyebrows pulling in, "but I'm not giving you indigestion. Not on purpose, anyway. Look, you must have eaten something weird. Go make yourself throw up, or go to a doctor or something, stop bugging me about it."
"It is about you, though! I'm fine, and then I get near you or look at you for too long and my stomach feels like when I went on a rollercoaster that one time and it aches, all the way," he said, rubbing the heel of his hand all the way down his breastbone, then circling around the middle of his chest, "right around here. Like I can't breathe properly because of you."
Dean just kept looking at him, and Sam's pulse was still picking up.
"Only me?"
"Yeah. Dean, I don't get it."
Dean got up and walked closer to Sam. "Is it getting worse?"
Sam had to take a deep breath. "Yes."
Den stepped right up to him, inches away. He was - his mouth was moving, changing, and he was smiling, just a really tiny bit, but Sam was pretty sure it was a smile, it looked like he remembered it. It made everything tighten up even more. "Ow," he said. "Stop it."
"Still getting worse?"
"Yeah," panted Sam.
Dean reached up and brushed the hair off Sam's forehead.
"Stop - stop it." There was something really wrong with his body. He hoped he wasn't going to die. His heart was racing like he'd been chasing a monster for half an hour.
Dean stepped up until he was pressed against Sam, and then put his arms around Sam. For some reason - but Sam's body felt wildly out of his own control right now - Sam's arm came up around Dean in return, muscles tensing and dragging Dean in tight.
"Still getting worse?" said Dean, voice muffled into Sam's shoulder.
"Yes," managed Sam, but maybe he didn't want Dean to stop after all.
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
oh booooyyyys. I think this fic has given me ~indigestion~ BY WHICH I MEAN LOVE. obviously.
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I mean. clueless!Sam! not-so-clueless!Dean! ♥!!!
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Bwah!
HOW IS EVIL, SOUL-LESS SAM SO ADORABLE?
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