New SPN story: No Need of Dreams

[destina]

Happy birthday, killabeez! I wrote Stanford scenario #2 for you. *g*

No Need of Dreams
Supernatural; Sam/Dean, adult, 3,824 words
Summary: Nothing fills the empty space Sam left behind.

Comments

[destina]

Aww. :D Thank you so much.

[zortified]

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

[destina]

LOL! But they're not broken! Only temporarily. *g*

[green_grrl]

Oh, lovely, lovely angst!

[destina]

Thank you! :D

[killabeez]

Oh, just-- god, yes, that's it. Oh, honey, I love you so much right now I could totally cry. It's possible I might, seriously.

Then it was his turn to look away, before he opened his mouth and spilled something embarrassing like it's never going to be the same without you and god, Sammy, I can't even fucking fight without you there and when are you coming home? He bit his lower lip hard, because he had to push all that crap away, or by the time he left this room he would hate himself again.

"Hey," Sam said, and he glanced up, forgetting, he'd forgotten how Sam would get that look, the narrowed eyes, the one that said he'd already looked right into your fucking soul and seen, and Dean flinched. "Hey," and Sam's mouth closed over his, forcing him to stop worrying his own lip, soothing the tiny cut Dean had made there with his tongue.

*is killed ded by the perfect*

And you put in stitches! Heh. And eyebrow touching!

Sam's fingertips smoothed over Dean's eyebrow. "You know. Alchemy. Reading tea leaves. That kind of stuff."Oh, man,

[destina]

I am so, so happy you liked it, honey. *HUGS!!* And thank you for the kind feedback.

[way2busymom]

"Forget it," Dean said, weary. He looked at Sam's face, at his bruise-free neck and arms and hands, no war wounds, no circles under his eyes from being roused at 2AM to hit the road, and a part of him was secretly, fiercely glad.

Oh...*gulps*

So very lovely...the whole entire story...poignant & just so heart wrenchingly wonderful.

[destina]

Many, many thanks. :D