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.
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.
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. :)
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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