New: That Guy, G, Sam/Dean
Jan. 31st, 2008 07:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mickeymTitle: That Guy
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: G
Word Count: 300 (triple drabble)
Warnings/Spoilers: Nope, none
Disclaimer: They're not mine, sadly.
A/N: Written on-the-fly for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tvm, who needed cheering up. She said I should share the schmoop :)
Dean will never admit to it out loud, but deep down inside? He wants to be That Guy. The one who remembers special dates, who says the right things, who buys funky little presents just because. He wants to be, but he doesn't know how to do it.
Sam will tell you that Dean is That Guy, and more. He remembers the dates people might not think are special, but that mean something to Sam: Jess's death. Her birthday. Dates that are rough ones to get through, though not as much as they used to be. He doesn't say anything, but those days, Sam's coffee is exactly the way he likes it, and the newspaper is the current one, and Dean takes the tape out of the tapedeck and tells Sam gruffly that this one time, shotgun can choose the music.
Maybe he doesn't always say the right things, but words are cheap, in Sam's opinion. Dean held him close that whole first night after the fire. Is there for Sam to hold on to when the visions come, blinding him. Is always there, doing whatever needs to be done to keep Sam safe and let him know he's not alone.
And funky little gifts? Sam thinks about the pink fuzzy dice Dean tossed at him one afternoon with a casual, "every girl needs something pink." Or the paper crown from Burger King, along with "just for you, Princess."
But even better than all those things, is Dean's constant presence. In the car, at interviews, in bed at night. Even if he's not touching Sam, Dean's right there, warm and solid next to him, against him, with him.
Dean doesn't say it, but Sam knows he's loved; knows nobody has ever loved him as much or as good as Dean.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: G
Word Count: 300 (triple drabble)
Warnings/Spoilers: Nope, none
Disclaimer: They're not mine, sadly.
A/N: Written on-the-fly for
tvm, who needed cheering up. She said I should share the schmoop :)Dean will never admit to it out loud, but deep down inside? He wants to be That Guy. The one who remembers special dates, who says the right things, who buys funky little presents just because. He wants to be, but he doesn't know how to do it.
Sam will tell you that Dean is That Guy, and more. He remembers the dates people might not think are special, but that mean something to Sam: Jess's death. Her birthday. Dates that are rough ones to get through, though not as much as they used to be. He doesn't say anything, but those days, Sam's coffee is exactly the way he likes it, and the newspaper is the current one, and Dean takes the tape out of the tapedeck and tells Sam gruffly that this one time, shotgun can choose the music.
Maybe he doesn't always say the right things, but words are cheap, in Sam's opinion. Dean held him close that whole first night after the fire. Is there for Sam to hold on to when the visions come, blinding him. Is always there, doing whatever needs to be done to keep Sam safe and let him know he's not alone.
And funky little gifts? Sam thinks about the pink fuzzy dice Dean tossed at him one afternoon with a casual, "every girl needs something pink." Or the paper crown from Burger King, along with "just for you, Princess."
But even better than all those things, is Dean's constant presence. In the car, at interviews, in bed at night. Even if he's not touching Sam, Dean's right there, warm and solid next to him, against him, with him.
Dean doesn't say it, but Sam knows he's loved; knows nobody has ever loved him as much or as good as Dean.
