Title: Too Much to Dream Last Night
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG13
Any warnings: Major character death, spoilers for season three
Written by
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Sam loved storms. He knew they were usually harbingers of something nasty or just bad mojo, usually, but the way the rain splattered against the windows of the Impala as Dean drove through them (or more likely, parked under an overpass until the storm abated) made Sam feel all the more cosy for being inside the car with his brother.
He woke up when his bed shifted, but then he could smell his brother: Dean preferred his showers at night so he could wake up in the morning and just hustle out the door. He smelled of Sam's body wash because he never bought his own. Sam shifted and turned around, opening his eyes and squinting in the darkness. "Dean? Can't sleep?"
Dean said nothing as he curled against Sam. "You could always sleep through a storm," Dean said, voice muffled against Sam's broad chest.
"And you never could," Sam replied. "What's on your mind?"
Dean was quiet, his thumb stroking Sam's side. "What's going to happen to you when I'm gone?"
Sam's shoulders stiffened, and he pushed at Dean lightly. "Don't...don't talk about that right now," he said, before pulling Dean close and pressing his lips to Dean's temple. "You're not supposed to be worried about that. You aren't going anywhere."
x
Dean being the big spoon was always a little ridiculous after Sam had gotten taller and broader than him, but Sam still enjoyed the feel of Dean's warm chest against his back. Some nights, after a hard hunt or just a long day of fruitless investigation, it was the only way Sam could get to sleep. When they were younger, there would be no space between Sam and Dean's bodies ; as Dean got older, he pretended to leave some space between him and Sam's body, but Sam would always wake up to Dean pressed against his back.
Sam actually worried about his propensity to sweat, but Dean only teased him lightly about the fact that they were basically stuck together most mornings. Sam was also tactful enough never to comment on Dean's occasional morning wood, even if it did dig into the small of his back sometimes.
All the little nags and worries and stresses melted away as soon as Dean wrapped an arm around Sam, spreading his palm against his chest and resting his chin on Sam's shoulder.
Heartbeats, storms and the soft scent of him on his big brother: these were a few of Sam's favourite things.
x
It was almost a ritual.
Carefully removing the torn and tattered clothes, hands free from tremors even though his mind wasn't.
Washing away the blood the best he could.
Redressing him ever so carefully.
He was sure his face was wet with tears, but his hands still weren't shaking as he smoothed back his hair.
He stretched out next to him, one arm across his cold chest.
No more heartbeat.
It was raining outside. The thunder crashed and lightening lit up the room, but it brought no comfort to him that night.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG13
Any warnings: Major character death, spoilers for season three
Written by
Sam loved storms. He knew they were usually harbingers of something nasty or just bad mojo, usually, but the way the rain splattered against the windows of the Impala as Dean drove through them (or more likely, parked under an overpass until the storm abated) made Sam feel all the more cosy for being inside the car with his brother.
He woke up when his bed shifted, but then he could smell his brother: Dean preferred his showers at night so he could wake up in the morning and just hustle out the door. He smelled of Sam's body wash because he never bought his own. Sam shifted and turned around, opening his eyes and squinting in the darkness. "Dean? Can't sleep?"
Dean said nothing as he curled against Sam. "You could always sleep through a storm," Dean said, voice muffled against Sam's broad chest.
"And you never could," Sam replied. "What's on your mind?"
Dean was quiet, his thumb stroking Sam's side. "What's going to happen to you when I'm gone?"
Sam's shoulders stiffened, and he pushed at Dean lightly. "Don't...don't talk about that right now," he said, before pulling Dean close and pressing his lips to Dean's temple. "You're not supposed to be worried about that. You aren't going anywhere."
x
Dean being the big spoon was always a little ridiculous after Sam had gotten taller and broader than him, but Sam still enjoyed the feel of Dean's warm chest against his back. Some nights, after a hard hunt or just a long day of fruitless investigation, it was the only way Sam could get to sleep. When they were younger, there would be no space between Sam and Dean's bodies ; as Dean got older, he pretended to leave some space between him and Sam's body, but Sam would always wake up to Dean pressed against his back.
Sam actually worried about his propensity to sweat, but Dean only teased him lightly about the fact that they were basically stuck together most mornings. Sam was also tactful enough never to comment on Dean's occasional morning wood, even if it did dig into the small of his back sometimes.
All the little nags and worries and stresses melted away as soon as Dean wrapped an arm around Sam, spreading his palm against his chest and resting his chin on Sam's shoulder.
Heartbeats, storms and the soft scent of him on his big brother: these were a few of Sam's favourite things.
x
It was almost a ritual.
Carefully removing the torn and tattered clothes, hands free from tremors even though his mind wasn't.
Washing away the blood the best he could.
Redressing him ever so carefully.
He was sure his face was wet with tears, but his hands still weren't shaking as he smoothed back his hair.
He stretched out next to him, one arm across his cold chest.
No more heartbeat.
It was raining outside. The thunder crashed and lightening lit up the room, but it brought no comfort to him that night.
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Date: 2012-06-09 08:09 pm (UTC)I really liked this <3
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Date: 2012-06-09 10:46 pm (UTC)Dean smelling like Sam's bodywash, and being the big spoon. <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2012-06-10 04:06 am (UTC)Heartbeats, storms and the soft scent of him on his big brother: these were a few of Sam's favourite things.
This and the last sentence sort of broke my heart. Amazing writing.
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Date: 2012-06-10 07:45 am (UTC)Beautiful story.
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Date: 2012-06-10 03:51 pm (UTC)No more heartbeat.
oh god oh god oh god ;____________; Beautiful.
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Date: 2012-06-11 01:54 am (UTC)Even though I know what happened next, that hurt.
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