Comment fic - ish
This started as comment fic for luzdeestrellas who seemed to think that we'd rec her schmoopy Sam and Dean reunion fic so she wouldn't have to write it herself. Yeah, like we were going to fall for that and miss out on fic by her. Ha.
But it got a little long for comment fic. Not a lot long, still no more than a ficlet, but a little.
So it's here. Sam and Dean or Sam/Dean if you want. It's only a very little slashier than the show.
The Raveled Sleeve of Care
Dean kept falling asleep. Did it in front of the TV the first time and that was normal enough Sam barely noticed but they were talking about supplies the second time, rock salt and shotgun shells, and Dean was eating the third time, actually had the cheeseburger in his hand, and that was just weird enough that Sam called Bobby.
"Don't expect he got a lot of sleep over the last four months," Bobby said and his tone made Sam think Bobby'd lost more than a bit of sleep himself. "Keep an eye on him but let him be for now."
Keep an eye on him. Yeah, Sam could do that. Leaving the bathroom light on, he pulled the less than comfortable green vinyl chair over by the bed and lowered himself onto it. It creaked, but held.
Watching Dean sleep, Sam could almost convince himself that the last four months hadn't happened. Against all odds, Hell had left no mark on his brother's face and sleep erased the marks the world had made. Asleep, Dean looked… younger. Innocent.
Not, not innocent. Pure.
Watching Dean sleep, all Sam wanted to do was keep him safe. The need sat like a concrete block on his chest; he could barely breathe around it and he wondered if Dean felt like that all the time. He scrubbed the back of his hand across his eyes.
"Hey."
Sam dropped his hand to see Dean watching him. Eyes open and clear. Smiling just a little. Heart pounding, he found himself wanting to say a thousand things.
Things like…
"I think I got lost while you were gone."
And…
"Please don't leave me again."
But all he said was, "Hey."
He thought maybe Dean heard the rest though because he patted the bed beside him and said, "Come're."
Another time, a time not bound by grief and guilt and relief and fear and love and pain all mixed so thoroughly Sam didn't know what he felt, he might have flipped Dean off and called him a girl. Another time, a time not softened by sleep and reunion, Dean wouldn't have offered.
Uncertain of what was expected of him, he took a while getting settled and only stilled when Dean sighed, rolled over, put his head on Sam's shoulder and spread his right hand over Sam's heart.
He was asleep again. He didn't know what he was doing. Except…
He did.
Because right there, right then, Dean finally made it the rest of the way home.
And all the tears Sam hadn't let fall during his own four months in hell rolled out of his eyes and into his ears and soaked the pillow while he wrapped his arms around his brother and promised whoever, whatever, was listening that he'd do what he had to, whatever he had to, to keep Dean from being hurt again.
Dean could sleep as long and as often as he needed to. Sam would stand guard.
But it got a little long for comment fic. Not a lot long, still no more than a ficlet, but a little.
So it's here. Sam and Dean or Sam/Dean if you want. It's only a very little slashier than the show.
The Raveled Sleeve of Care
Dean kept falling asleep. Did it in front of the TV the first time and that was normal enough Sam barely noticed but they were talking about supplies the second time, rock salt and shotgun shells, and Dean was eating the third time, actually had the cheeseburger in his hand, and that was just weird enough that Sam called Bobby.
"Don't expect he got a lot of sleep over the last four months," Bobby said and his tone made Sam think Bobby'd lost more than a bit of sleep himself. "Keep an eye on him but let him be for now."
Keep an eye on him. Yeah, Sam could do that. Leaving the bathroom light on, he pulled the less than comfortable green vinyl chair over by the bed and lowered himself onto it. It creaked, but held.
Watching Dean sleep, Sam could almost convince himself that the last four months hadn't happened. Against all odds, Hell had left no mark on his brother's face and sleep erased the marks the world had made. Asleep, Dean looked… younger. Innocent.
Not, not innocent. Pure.
Watching Dean sleep, all Sam wanted to do was keep him safe. The need sat like a concrete block on his chest; he could barely breathe around it and he wondered if Dean felt like that all the time. He scrubbed the back of his hand across his eyes.
"Hey."
Sam dropped his hand to see Dean watching him. Eyes open and clear. Smiling just a little. Heart pounding, he found himself wanting to say a thousand things.
Things like…
"I think I got lost while you were gone."
And…
"Please don't leave me again."
But all he said was, "Hey."
He thought maybe Dean heard the rest though because he patted the bed beside him and said, "Come're."
Another time, a time not bound by grief and guilt and relief and fear and love and pain all mixed so thoroughly Sam didn't know what he felt, he might have flipped Dean off and called him a girl. Another time, a time not softened by sleep and reunion, Dean wouldn't have offered.
Uncertain of what was expected of him, he took a while getting settled and only stilled when Dean sighed, rolled over, put his head on Sam's shoulder and spread his right hand over Sam's heart.
He was asleep again. He didn't know what he was doing. Except…
He did.
Because right there, right then, Dean finally made it the rest of the way home.
And all the tears Sam hadn't let fall during his own four months in hell rolled out of his eyes and into his ears and soaked the pillow while he wrapped his arms around his brother and promised whoever, whatever, was listening that he'd do what he had to, whatever he had to, to keep Dean from being hurt again.
Dean could sleep as long and as often as he needed to. Sam would stand guard.