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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters and and will fall.

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Dean Winchester ~ Supernatural

[given_enough]

[hunter_returns]

[What was there? The same thing Sam had seen for as long as he could remember. His brother. The only one who fought for him, believed in him, forgave him.

[It was easier not to think, not to hurt. So he leaned in, pressing close for a kiss.]

[given_enough]

Sam.. [he draws away, smiling slightly as he strokes his hair gently in apology.]

...Know you hate kissin' me when I'm like this. [he knew the taste was in his mouth, stronger than was used to.

And still - Sam made the move to.

Dean felt warmth stir in him. It made him happy.. but sad, too. Because it meant Sam needed him enough that he was disregarding that...]

[hunter_returns]

[He tilts his head into Dean's touch. The whiskey was strong, enough for him to damn near get a contact buzz, but he still needs his brother, still loves him.

[Dean was all he had. The only thing still keeping him in the world. So he musters a sad smile.] Saves me the trouble of getting a drink myself. [Before Dean can reply, he kisses him again, pressing close, pouring everything he had left into that touch.

[They were broken, maybe shattered beyond repair this time, but he'd never give up on Dean.]

[given_enough]

[and that... is Sam, all over. That soft admonishment he hides in dry humour. Dean feels guilty, sure.. but it doesn't make him want any less. His pulls at his clothes, lips rough, moving against his as he tries to just feel. More than he is right now. Surprisingly, it's nothing sexual yet... as much as a sensual thing. He just needs, craves Sam's touch right now. Nothing between them, preferably.] Love you...

[hunter_returns]

[He'll never stop caring, never stop needing him. Sam lets Dean press him back onto the motel bed, groaning softly into his desperate kiss. They'd spent hours buried beneath a thin blanket, warm skin on skin, quiet touches and kisses exchanged in the dark. Sometimes it led to sex, sometimes they simply dropped off to sleep tangled together.

[As long as they were together. As long as he could wake up with Dean beside him.. he could face Lucifer every damned day.]