[Slash] These Miles Roll On - And So It Is - 04
Title: These Miles Roll On
Author anyothergirl415
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam, Dean
Theme: Theme 06 - 365. And So It Is
Prompt(s): 04 - Hours
Words: ~900
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: I wish I controlled what happened but well, let’s be honest, who could really top Kripke?
Summary: Maybe it’s not always rainbows and butterflies.
Warnings/Author Notes: The stories are all linked together in the same verse, I would recommend reading from the first prompt chronologically.
“Tree. Tree. Post. Fence. Tree. Tree. Bush. Bush-“
“Sam.”
“Tree. Tree. Light pole. Sign. Tree. Car. Car. Ca-“
“Sam.”
“Car. Railing. Light. Sign. Tree. Tree. Bush. Tr-“
“Holy fucking shit Sam shut up before I make you,” Dean groaned in frustration, slamming his hand down into the steering wheel, gaze shooting to Sam for a moment before fixing back on the road. “I get it. There’s a lot of trees. Quite a few cars. Some signs. You don’t have to list them all off.”
Appropriately, Sam cowered in his seat, pulling in on himself, saddened by the anger he’d clearly stirred up in this man. “We go so fast. Just keep on going.”
Dean sighed, long and suffering, before reaching out to snag Sam’s sleeve and tug. “It’s okay Sam, we gotta go fast. You wanna get better don’t you?”
“Am I broken?” Sam wondered, sliding toward the arm extended out to him, slumping into his side and draping an arm over his lap. “It’s so bright and colorful.”
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic,” Dean grumbled, teased in the way he would if Sam was still sane. Which he wasn’t so the hurt look on Sam’s face clenched his heart. Rolling his eyes Dean pressed his shoulder into Sam, rocking him back slightly. “C’mon Sam, you’re smothering me.”
“Dean. Dean. I like you, I’m supposed to yes?” Sam rubbed his fingers into his lips, curling and twisting on the seat until his leg could hook over Dean’s knee.
“Uh, sure,” Dean nodded, squirming on the cool leather seat. “Dude, we’re not small enough for this shit anymore, you can’t just climb on me.”
At the moment Sam couldn’t think of anything more important than being as connected to Dean as physically possible. He slid across Dean’s lap, curling his body as small as possible, shifting down so his head could pillow down along Dean’s collarbone. Warm. It was very warm. And Sam saw blue yellow gold spark across his vision.
Even though the car swerved dangerously on the road and a horn blared Sam sighed happily. It was quite nice. Lovely. “You make my heart happy.”
“Jesus Christ Sam you’re gonna fuckin’ kill us,” Dean growled and fumbled around Sam’s body, barely managing to pull the Impala over to the side of the road. Once the vehicle was safely in park Dean leaned as far back in the seat as possible but Sam did not move. “Sammy? C’mon dude, the steering wheel is digging into your ass and that can’t be comfortable. Not to mention our hips are…” Dean trailed off, swallowing thickly as he realized just where their hips were.
“Everything is dark but you. Bright light. You can rescue me. Save me. Because… because… I love you,” Sam curled his fingers into Dean’s shirt. There was a pain, somewhere behind him, but then there was another pain echoing along the edges of his mind and Sam thought it might be that he was feeling.
Dean pushed gently on Sam’s shoulders, urging him off his lap in probably the most uncomfortable position he’d ever found himself. “Sammy, I love you too dude but you’ve got to get off me. I can’t fix you if we don’t get to Bobby’s, I can’t do this on my own.”
Nothing about the idea of climbing off Dean sounded like a good idea. In fact, Sam would have been quite content to stay there forever because now that they’d left the colorful pink thing in the hotel room, Sam felt quite alone. Dean wasn’t that loneliness though. “Dean. Dean. Please.”
That odd unpleasant twisting that Dean associated with this day curled in his gut once more and Dean instinctively brought his arms around Sam’s back, squeezing tightly like he had when Sam was just a kid and the reality of the real world was too much. “I’m gonna help you Sammy but I can’t drive with you on me like this. Hell, I can hardly breathe with you on me like this.”
“Breathe?” Sam repeated, that sounded pretty important and Dean certainly wasn’t going to remain bright if Sam stayed in his currently spot and prevented him from doing the breathing thing. The world spun and tilted while Sam dropped back onto the leather beside Dean and something sharp and bone crushing pressed down into his mind. “Dean,” he gasped in pain, hand slamming hard into his temple in attempt to alleviate the pressure. Dark fingers were curling into his mind, scratching away at his thoughts, picking apart the pieces of himself with gnarled yellow fingernails and sending them soaring off into the wind.
“Sam? What is it?” Dean reached out, quickly lifting Sam’s jaw and staring into his glassy wide eyes, reading the hazel color for a clue. “What’s the matter?”
“Pain. Pain. Head…” Sam groaned and fell hard onto his body. “Stop. Stop. Help. Dean.”
All Dean could do was watch, helpless. There were still hours to Bobby’s and the terrifying realization that Bobby might be just as clueless. Sam’s body stopped twisting against his and Dean watched his chest rise and fall with sleep. Shifting the car into drive once more Dean wrapped his arm tight around Sam’s body and held him firm against his side. “I’ll make you better Sam,” he whispered, tightening his grip as his foot pressed down into the gas pedal.
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