In Medias Res - Art Master Post
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean, OFC/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean wakes a day after dying with no memories of Hell, and no idea what has happened. His only clues are a catatonic Sam, and whatever his brother was doing when they were separated. Written for the spnslashbigbang.
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Author : dimeliora
Art by: weekendship
...Except Sam doesn't try to get away from her. He sits like an obedient child while she takes his bandaged hands in hers and looks into his eyes. For half a second Dean actually believes Sam's gaze focuses, and then the belief is gone as she lets go and sits beside him. She runs her fingers over the scars on her own hands for a moment before leaning her shoulder against Sam's. strikes Dean then how alike they are. Sure she's tiny, and wholly feminine, but they both have the same hollow look underneath everything... [x]
... All of it is secondary though to the fact that he's crying like a fucking baby in Dean's arms, and his older brother is letting go of the fact that Sam's seriously dented his face...
"Shhh Sammy. It's ok. I got yah. I got yah kiddo."... [x]
and then a man almost as tall as Sam walks past him. From here Dean can see that he's lanky like Sam, and that his hair is short, bristly, and bright blonde. He's wearing jeans and a flannel that suggest he's never been comfortable anywhere that doesn't serve chicken tenders. Dean's kind of guy really. If he wasn't threatening Sam a few moments ago. [x]
He looks up to see Sam kneeling in front of him, and his brother's face is still slack and expressionless, but there are tears tracing down it. Sam's oddly delicate fingers trace the wet lines on Dean's face and then his voice is a cracked and harsh echo of what it once was.
"Dean. Sorry." [x]