Jess tasted sweet, like honey. Her kisses were gentle and loving, something special shared between them. They always felt like a gift.
Dean's mouth is hotter, like he's burning from the inside out. He tastes like salt and lime, or the bitterness of whiskey. He's seldom gentle, though Sam doesn't doubt the loving part. His kisses don't feel like a gift as much as a need that runs soul-deep.
Jess was friend, lover, someone Sam could talk to and laugh with. Someone who grounded him and kept him safe.
Dean is his brother, but also lover, and sometimes friend. Sam can't talk to him as easily and can't remember if it was always that way or if it's just the layers and years of tension, anger, and betrayal that lie between them now.
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Date: 2006-04-19 07:40 pm (UTC)Jess tasted sweet, like honey. Her kisses were gentle and loving, something special shared between them. They always felt like a gift.
Dean's mouth is hotter, like he's burning from the inside out. He tastes like salt and lime, or the bitterness of whiskey. He's seldom gentle, though Sam doesn't doubt the loving part. His kisses don't feel like a gift as much as a need that runs soul-deep.
Jess was friend, lover, someone Sam could talk to and laugh with. Someone who grounded him and kept him safe.
Dean is his brother, but also lover, and sometimes friend. Sam can't talk to him as easily and can't remember if it was always that way or if it's just the layers and years of tension, anger, and betrayal that lie between them now.
Dean would die for Sam.
Jessica died because of him.
Perfect.