Following the results of the
poll we took last month (don't make it easy on us or anything, guys, haha!), we've decided to hold a comment fic meme once every three months. This gives everyone time to write and prompt to their heart's content, and allows us mods to keep up with y'all. And we're starting right now!
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Don’t worry about me, Dean.
-there’s an insect crawling across his arm. It’s a perfectly innocent feeling at first, so Sam just sits and lets it keep going (he’s going to flick it off, any moment now) and when it crawls up to the crook of his elbow, it begins to bite and it hurts, so maybe it’s time he does something (any moment now), and then it gouges and breaks the skin and crawls underneath, and Sam can feel the pressure and the warmth begin to well just where the insect has entered (any moment now, except he can’t move)-
Then the world begins to fall apart.
Large warm restraints clamp over his shoulders and bite into his upper arms, and everything tumbles and blurs into each other as he rocks back and forth. There’s noise and warmth in his ear, and the noise is terrible and goes on forever and ever and ever-“Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(focus on me, sam, he would say. i'm so sorry. and there would be pain-all the pain he could fit into ( ... )
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Dean’s worried about how thin he’s getting. He tries to find something that’ll agree with Sam’s stomach-tries everything from soup and salt crackers to protein shakes and glucose water. It’s not me, Sam tries to tell him. It’s the world. Everything’s wrong. Moves too fast or too slow(the only thing that makes sense any more is pain. it was the only thing he was willing to face for two hundred years ( ... )
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...and Sam feels its absence like Dean just ripped something vital out of his body (and Sam thinks, he’s not even using rhetoric, here; he knows exactly how it feels, and the thought makes him want to laugh).
Broke me. BROKE. ME. (In a good way.)
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Thanks again for the prompt and the comment!
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Just this. So good.
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"Dean keeps the steady pressure on the knife and Sam falls to the lull of Dean's life in his ears and the pain."
You can tell it kills Dean to hurt his brother, but he gives in because it seems to help at least a bit. Always love that borderline-psychotic codependency that defines these two. Really wonderful.
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Doesn't it, though? The fic wasn't going to end in any other way, at least in my head.
I'm glad you enjoyed this; thanks for reading!
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SO glad you liked this. Thanks so much! ♥
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an excellent fill. This reads like poetry!
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