I feel like this came out very ~DRAMATIC~, but I started it and then I had to finish it, so I suppose it might as well go here. /o\ Hope you don't mind a double fill!
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One minute: you're crouching in the mud in a ditch and your fingers are against the ground, your legs tensed, your heart beating steady, your whole body ready to run if you need to. The next: your mouth is open and you're lying down and you feel like you've been shot. You must have been shot. Your whole chest is aching, and your breath won't come right, and your heartbeat is drilling so fast through the frame of your bones. Too fast. Adrenaline. Body rising to fight the intrusion of the bullet. There must be a bullet. You drag a hand up to feel at your chest, but you can't find the wound. Dean is going to be mad, you are thinking, blankly--your hand patting your wet t-shirt, your breath huffing out in weird pants
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"Hey, hey. Breathe," says Dean. His hand comes up to cup your neck and you press closer like an animal. "Bobby says it won't be like this forever, okay? Hey, Sam. You hear me?"
You want to punch him, violent urge wrapping around your heart--pound your fist into his ribs until his bones crack and break and he gets it. You want to shove yourself into him further, get your skin right up next to his so you can feel his pulse, so you can be sure he's alive. You want him not to let you go. You want this to be over. Too many things; you try to pull out the one that matters
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YES. THIS. This is the most asfdskjfsk PERFECT thing *ever*. This is exactly it, this is *exactly* how it should happen. This so is the return to the epic love story of Sam and Dean that we've been waiting and hoping for.
So much love for this. ♥ I just. I know they'll never have it happen this way for real in the show, but I *want* this to be the exact way it happens, so much.
Oh, thank you so much for this awesome comment! *blush* It made me very happy! I'm so, SO pleased this felt true and right to you. ♥ It's the ending I want them to have too. A girl can dream, right?
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One minute: you're crouching in the mud in a ditch and your fingers are against the ground, your legs tensed, your heart beating steady, your whole body ready to run if you need to. The next: your mouth is open and you're lying down and you feel like you've been shot. You must have been shot. Your whole chest is aching, and your breath won't come right, and your heartbeat is drilling so fast through the frame of your bones. Too fast. Adrenaline. Body rising to fight the intrusion of the bullet. There must be a bullet. You drag a hand up to feel at your chest, but you can't find the wound. Dean is going to be mad, you are thinking, blankly--your hand patting your wet t-shirt, your breath huffing out in weird pants ( ... )
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You want to punch him, violent urge wrapping around your heart--pound your fist into his ribs until his bones crack and break and he gets it. You want to shove yourself into him further, get your skin right up next to his so you can feel his pulse, so you can be sure he's alive. You want him not to let you go. You want this to be over. Too many things; you try to pull out the one that matters ( ... )
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So much love for this. ♥ I just. I know they'll never have it happen this way for real in the show, but I *want* this to be the exact way it happens, so much.
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So: if you're wondering why this complete stranger just friended you, it's because you have BLOWN ME AWAY. :)
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This is just. right.
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Love that wording. Messy heart. Yeah, that's him right at that moment.
Also love this ficlet, Sam's intense reaction and all the things he remembers about Dean. Thank you for writing this!
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