Fic: Sam blamed it on the laughter. PG
Title: Sam blamed it on the laughter
Author: vanessawolfie
Beta: hildigunnur who took the time to fix this for me. Love you.
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: 04-Love's rock
Prompt(s): #15-Laughter
Rating: PG
Word count: 148
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural series or characters. I only own this story.
Summary: Sam blamed it on the laughter.
Warnings/Author Notes: A bit of angst. Drabble. This is my first SPN fic. So please tell me what you think... Written for spn_30snapshots
It was the laughter. Sam blamed it on the laughter. That was where it all started. Sam had been fourteen. It hadn't been the first time Dean laughed. But that time, Sam really heard it and it was like seeing the sun for the first time. It made him need it almost as much as he needed air to breathe. Which only meant trouble for Sam. He needed to be close to Dean more than usually. But Dean had just turned eighteen and spent his free time hooking up with God-knew-whom. Sam tried to immerse himself in homework, tried thinking about girls and watching TV. It was slowly killing him; this burning need for Dean, for Dean to be happy around him, to laugh like he did, for him to do it just for Sam. Sam blamed it on the laughter.
Companion Piece here- Can't Breathe
Author: vanessawolfie
Beta: hildigunnur who took the time to fix this for me. Love you.
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: 04-Love's rock
Prompt(s): #15-Laughter
Rating: PG
Word count: 148
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural series or characters. I only own this story.
Summary: Sam blamed it on the laughter.
Warnings/Author Notes: A bit of angst. Drabble. This is my first SPN fic. So please tell me what you think... Written for spn_30snapshots
It was the laughter. Sam blamed it on the laughter. That was where it all started. Sam had been fourteen. It hadn't been the first time Dean laughed. But that time, Sam really heard it and it was like seeing the sun for the first time. It made him need it almost as much as he needed air to breathe. Which only meant trouble for Sam. He needed to be close to Dean more than usually. But Dean had just turned eighteen and spent his free time hooking up with God-knew-whom. Sam tried to immerse himself in homework, tried thinking about girls and watching TV. It was slowly killing him; this burning need for Dean, for Dean to be happy around him, to laugh like he did, for him to do it just for Sam. Sam blamed it on the laughter.
Companion Piece here- Can't Breathe