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 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.
"Dean," Sam sobs, wobbling and from somewhere he hears a grunt and the warmth that surrounds him wrenches another tortured sob from his lips. "Dean," he whimpers, burying his face against Dean's neck. "Dean, Dean, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Dean. I'm so sorry."
Dean runs his fingers through Sam's hair and Sam whimpers again, clutching tightly to his older brother. Dean doesn't say it's okay and that's because it's not but Sam doesn't care about that now. Right now everything aches, especially his soul. His soul hurts so badly.
"Dean," he says again and he knows they're both revelling in how much emotion he can put into that one word. He can feel Dean's eyelashes fluttering shut against his ear and he can feel the way his chest is rising and falling slowly.
"Dean," he says again, fingers clutching tightly into the back of Dean's shirt and Dean just heads to the impala and buckles him into the passenger seat.
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Sam finally reacts.
He turns onto his side and he gathers Dean up; He holds Dean close to his chest and squeezes him tight and Dean whimpers. His hands grapple for a firm grip in the back of Sam's shirt and he gasps in a few breaths and then lets out a sob.
Sam squeezes tighter, burying his face in Dean's hair, holding his older brother in the safety of his arms as the grown man sobs into his shirt.
Dean feels like a child again, sounds like a child, the sounds he's making more like whines than sobs. His voice sounds pathetic and his face is all scrunched up and blotchy and his whole body is jerking with the wrecked noises coming from his throat. He's gasping for breath and he feels like a dick since he knows how shitty Sam feels, but he needs this so badly and Sam's holding him so tightly, so lovingly and Dean just can't stop crying.
"Dean," Sam whispers and Dean tilts his head up a bit, hiccuping and sniffling. His eyelids flutter as Sam kisses each of his eyebrows, his forehead, his nose, down the right side of his face. Dean twists and arches towards Sam, one hand curling in the hair at the base of his neck and his eyes slide shut as their lips slowly, carefully brush.
They kiss slowly and Sam doesn't know how he does it, but Dean somehow makes shoving his tongue down Sam's throat really fucking romantic. The kiss lasts until Sam feels like his lungs are literally going to shrivel up and then Dean pulls away, and nuzzles into his neck.
Sam smiles, wraps his whole body around Dean's, tangling their arms and legs together, and closes his eyes.
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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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