But ohhh my gosh. I loved this so much. The lovely pace, and how Dean takes care of Sam so well after his panic, how much they need each other ;o;
They don't talk, but Sam's okay with that. He sits back, inhales through his nose – leather and car oil and Dean's cheap aftershave. All things that make Sam feel at home. All things Dean. Cue me, gently weeping.
Now, years later, lying in bed with Dean in a motel room, their naked bodies twisted together and sheets tossed aside, Sam knows it'll never come to that. He's made his peace with it: the fact that he doesn't want to, refuses to, live without Dean. That, when the day comes, Sam will be right there with Dean.
Maybe somebody else will buy flowers for them. Maybe nobody will care. But Sam will be right where he wants to be, at Dean's side.
He buries his face in Dean's neck, fingers skating over Dean's ribs, and fills his lungs with the clean, warm scent of his brother. Of home.
YEAH I HAD TO QUOTE THIS WHOLE SECTION BECAUSE I ADORE IT SO MUUUCH. Thank you thank you thank you. So lucky to have been gifted this. <3
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Date: 2017-04-18 04:46 am (UTC)But ohhh my gosh. I loved this so much. The lovely pace, and how Dean takes care of Sam so well after his panic, how much they need each other ;o;
They don't talk, but Sam's okay with that. He sits back, inhales through his nose – leather and car oil and Dean's cheap aftershave. All things that make Sam feel at home. All things Dean. Cue me, gently weeping.
Now, years later, lying in bed with Dean in a motel room, their naked bodies twisted together and sheets tossed aside, Sam knows it'll never come to that. He's made his peace with it: the fact that he doesn't want to, refuses to, live without Dean. That, when the day comes, Sam will be right there with Dean.
Maybe somebody else will buy flowers for them. Maybe nobody will care. But Sam will be right where he wants to be, at Dean's side.
He buries his face in Dean's neck, fingers skating over Dean's ribs, and fills his lungs with the clean, warm scent of his brother. Of home.
YEAH I HAD TO QUOTE THIS WHOLE SECTION BECAUSE I ADORE IT SO MUUUCH. Thank you thank you thank you. So lucky to have been gifted this. <3