New Fic: [ Shall There Be Peace ] - spn
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mickeymTitle: Shall There Be Peace
Pairing: None (I guess if you squint, it's Wincest-y, but not really)
Rating: G
Words: 300 (triple drabble)
Disclaimer: They're not mine, sadly enough.
Spoilers: vaguely, references to Croatoan and Playthings
Notes: Catching up on Season 2, and the whole scene at the end of Croatoan, plus the scene in Playthings, where Sam is begging Dean to promise him. Ouch. So, here's a triple drabble that just kind of popped out at me. Enjoy :)
"I promise."
The words -- his words -- haunt him, even now, hours later.
It's dark; full night outside and only one dim lamp inside, and Sam hasn't moved since Dean left him to sleep it off. He's stretched out on the sagging mattress, impossibly long, his body motionless. Dean might say 'peaceful', but even asleep, or passed out, he can see the lines of tension in Sam's body.
He wishes there was something he could do. To eliminate the tension, to bring some peace.
He wishes he could do it for himself as much as for Sam, and lets himself think about Oregon, and the brief moment in time when he thought it might -- finally -- be over. No more hiding anything.
He really is tired, and Dean thinks he's too young to feel this old.
He isn't going to lay down and let this one go, though. Not now. Not any more.
Sam shifts restlessly, sighing in his sleep, and Dean moves from the chair he's been sitting in to the edge of Sam's bed. Under his hand, Sam quiets, and there is a sort of peace that falls over Dean as he strokes his hand slowly up and down Sam's back.
The tension bleeds from both of them, until Dean's body feels as heavy as Sam's looks. He gives in to the urge, the continuation of need and want humming through him, and settles himself against Sam's back.
"I promise, but I promise I'm gonna find a way to make sure it doesn't happen," he mutters into the warm, soft skin at Sam's nape. Sam makes a noise low in his throat, shifting just enough for Dean to curl into him.
He sleeps, thinking about promises and salvation, determined to keep one and find the other.
~fin~
Pairing: None (I guess if you squint, it's Wincest-y, but not really)
Rating: G
Words: 300 (triple drabble)
Disclaimer: They're not mine, sadly enough.
Spoilers: vaguely, references to Croatoan and Playthings
Notes: Catching up on Season 2, and the whole scene at the end of Croatoan, plus the scene in Playthings, where Sam is begging Dean to promise him. Ouch. So, here's a triple drabble that just kind of popped out at me. Enjoy :)
"I promise."
The words -- his words -- haunt him, even now, hours later.
It's dark; full night outside and only one dim lamp inside, and Sam hasn't moved since Dean left him to sleep it off. He's stretched out on the sagging mattress, impossibly long, his body motionless. Dean might say 'peaceful', but even asleep, or passed out, he can see the lines of tension in Sam's body.
He wishes there was something he could do. To eliminate the tension, to bring some peace.
He wishes he could do it for himself as much as for Sam, and lets himself think about Oregon, and the brief moment in time when he thought it might -- finally -- be over. No more hiding anything.
He really is tired, and Dean thinks he's too young to feel this old.
He isn't going to lay down and let this one go, though. Not now. Not any more.
Sam shifts restlessly, sighing in his sleep, and Dean moves from the chair he's been sitting in to the edge of Sam's bed. Under his hand, Sam quiets, and there is a sort of peace that falls over Dean as he strokes his hand slowly up and down Sam's back.
The tension bleeds from both of them, until Dean's body feels as heavy as Sam's looks. He gives in to the urge, the continuation of need and want humming through him, and settles himself against Sam's back.
"I promise, but I promise I'm gonna find a way to make sure it doesn't happen," he mutters into the warm, soft skin at Sam's nape. Sam makes a noise low in his throat, shifting just enough for Dean to curl into him.
He sleeps, thinking about promises and salvation, determined to keep one and find the other.
~fin~
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Date: 2007-04-22 09:46 pm (UTC)Hee! Glad you were so confident :) And what, you're not going to read the HET FIC? *g*
This was lovely... angstful and evocative and so very THEM. Wonderful!
Thanks, darlin'. *hugs* I'm glad you enjoyed it :)