rolling is for suckersfallen_vesselJune 13 2012, 14:02:36 UTC
[It had been a trying week. Exhausting on so many levels. Lucifer had been awake and angry, trying yet again to break Sam. Battling the piece inside his own mind, hunger and the dangerous search for another safe place to live - they were both worn and weary.
[Dean had found them a secure place to camp. Funnily enough, in a bank. Sam didn't remember how he got there, but he slowly woke curled against Dean's shoulder.]
:3 no rollin' on this one, bb.needtoknowonlyJune 13 2012, 14:05:45 UTC
Hey.. you're up. [his brother's smile was weary, but gentle as always. He brushed a hand through Sam's unruly-looking hair and frowned as he curled the ends into his fingers. Yeah, he needed to get around to cutting it for him a little again. Nudging shoulders to have him a little more alert, he nodded -] You okay to eat?
[and Dean is just...he's gravitatig towards his brother a little, still frowning with concern but also because sometimes it really does just hit him: Sammy's back and at those times he can't help but want to be close. But he's moving so he takes the cue to back off.] Yeah, well...might be more runnin' later so rest is better - too damn heavy for me to carry; being your bed I can maybe handle.
I know. [There were some days it was nearly impossible for him to sleep, others when he couldn't sleep enough. Five years without food or sleep meant his body was taking time to adjust. It was okay on those days he was tired; Dean was there to keep the nightmares at bay, keep him safe.] I'll be okay.
[Food. Dean had mentioned food and Sam still remembers a promise made. That they'd take care of each other from now on.] What do we have left?
[he turns away to get out the meagre supplies he had scrounged together, stopping to pick up when they had a few moments to snatch out of.] Some tins of soup.. could crack them I guess, but no fire yet. [too risky to let the smoke rise from here, even.]
Just grab one of the cans of broth then. We can probably save the good stuff for a fire. [Sam leans back against the wall, watching the lines of his back and shoulders while he rummages around.] Then maybe we can grab some decent sleep?
[Sam blinks owlishly. He's already starting to drift again, fatigue dragging heavily at his limbs.] Stay close? [He hates the vulnerability in his voice, but he needs Dean. Needs him near. Nothing calms him faster than his brother's voice or his brother's touch.]
[his hand presses gently to his neck, bracing as he leans back against him, letting the scent of the strong liquid stem between them as he looks him over. His smile is there, reassuring and swift.] Always do, Sammy... You don't have to worry, alright? M'here.
[he let's him ease back, anything to be more comfortable. That hand alighted, protective against his back bride Dean nudged him with his knuckles gently.] Hey. Here, eat first. [the bowls are mismatched and cracked, and he puts the most in the bigger one for Sam.]
[He'd rather sink into Dean's arms for awhile longer, but he worried when he didn't eat. So Sam takes the bowl, sipping at the contents, feeling at least a bit better when he was done.
[He finishes every drop, making sure Dean eats his too. They both have to keep their strength up, especially Dean. Just like when they were younger, he's become Sam's entire world. The food done, he slips his arms around his brother, laying close.]
Wish I was stronger for you. Not so.. not so tired.
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[Dean had found them a secure place to camp. Funnily enough, in a bank. Sam didn't remember how he got there, but he slowly woke curled against Dean's shoulder.]
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Yeah. 'm good. Sorry. Guess I was more tired than I thought.
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[Food. Dean had mentioned food and Sam still remembers a promise made. That they'd take care of each other from now on.] What do we have left?
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You're gonna. I got watch.
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[His smile is faint.] Supposed to share equally.
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Wish I was stronger for you. Not so.. not so tired.
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