Ficlet AND Fanvid "Are you alive? can't you Feel?" Sam&Dean Gen ( see Warnings)
Title: Are you alive? Can't you feel?
Author:
Disclaimers: Sam & Dean ain't mine. They're just my... fantasy.
Paring: Soulles!Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None.
Summary: You remind me of this song, Dean... the one whose the lyrics said "Are you alive? Can't you feel? Show me you're here, Show me your tears... can't you feel?" Sam mumured with a voice devoid of emotions
Notes: This is the fill to the prompt "feel" of my
spn_30snapshots 's Table. Also available on AO3.
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Sam was sitting on the chair. The sun was high on the sky, the cars were loud on the street.
Dean was lying on the bed. The motel room was silent around him. Time seemed to slow down for him.
Sam didn't have a soul. That was the god-awful truth. Sam didn't care about anything. Not even Dean.
The oldest was trying to wrap his mind around that particular fact.
The youngest removed the earphones of his I-pod off his ears.
The blond man tried to ignore him and kept his eyes on the ceiling.
The dark man just stared at him, and tried, tried so very hard to remember how it was when he could feel.
When Dean told him about Dad's secret...
Feels like I spent all this time talking to walls… feels like I cannot let go of the way it was before…
But Sam was now made of stone.
Or when Dean told him about his time in hell…
Am I talking to someone? Or am I here all alone?
- You remind me of this song, Dean... the one whose lyrics said "Are you alive? Can't you feel? Show me you're here, show me your tears... can't you feel?” murmured Sam, with a voice devoid of emotions.
Dean’s jaws tightened. Sam smirked.
- I remember feelings… what they used to do to me… I remember Madison… and my tears… Do you know that I can’t cry anymore? asked Sam with a hint of wonder.
Show me, hold me, speak up and tell me something. Change my mind before it’s too late…
Dean looked at him then. Myriads of emotions filled his green eyes. Grief and anger were the only ones Sam recognized. Dean just murmured:
- I won’t cry for both of us.
Sam nodded. He reached for his I-pod, wanting to stop the song but Dean’s voice stopped his movement.
- Let it play.
Sam locked his eyes with his brother’s. Slowly, he got up off his chair and walked towards Dean’s bed. The song continued to play.
Are you alive, show me you’re human… can’t you feel, feel feel…
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