Title: See you in my dreams. (2.1 / 2)
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Fandom : Supernatural
Pairing: Sam / Dean, Bobby
: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3 - Re-imagining the
Summary: Dean have trouble dealing with the suspicion that, after so many years, Sam has learned his secret.
Dedication: To Dani (
BEFORE
Supported backs to the wall, legs about to buckle under him again, Dean confessed in a voice barely audible: - "What scares me most right now is Sam will leave me. "
...
Sam is sitting at the table farthest from the cafeteria. A cup of coffee had cooled long ago and your cell phone, his only companions.
Completely oblivious to the small but constant activity around him, his eyes remained glued to the screen of the phone. Bobby had said he would call as soon knew something. That was three hours ago.
The night before, at times to have found Dean ("Dead. Seemed to be dead.") in the hotel, Sam was so lost and scared I called Bobby on the verge of tears. Sam could not remember when was the last time Dean had acted as its annoying, noisy and always deliciously perfect brother ("Before it's Bobby.") And knew under any circumstances to leave Sam try to help. How would I do if Sam did not seem to see or hear a word of what he said?
With Bobby a couple of hours from where they were staying, Sam did not hesitate to call and beg their assistance. Dean had always adored and respected ("Uncle Bobby!") old hunter. Maybe if you listen to him. Maybe if they would protect him.
After that night he saved Bobby died in his own nightmare, Sam had felt like in the air. Years of shame and unrequited love seem to come to come to an end. Dean was in love with him.
This amazing and wonderful piece of information that Sam had managed to increase its forces and cross boundaries to consider at another time might not have given rise out of respect to the wishes of his brother. But that was then. Before knowing that his feelings were mutual and that, after achieving break the contract with the crossroads demon, Dean would be his. At last you.
The latent renewed hope and happiness in the bosom of Sam had lasted very little. Dean was going off the tracks as a train derailment in slow motion. At first everything seemed fine, but gradually his brother's behavior had become more erratic, crowned with a raucous violence which continued to rise and culminating in the almost complete destruction.
Dean had ("still") days are numbered, it was true. But it was also true that this was not his first time in a situation that would put him face to face with death. Something that outshone the huge clock that was carrying and continued discounting minutes of your life. Something was wrong and as much as Sam is spinning the issue in his head, he could not imagine why.
While trying to find a way to avoid the contract at a time to continue their usual activities, Sam tried to keep his brother at bay but as the days passed, the Things got more complicated between the two. Frustrated, angry and tired to the bone, could not hold a conversation of more than two sentences before one of them exploded and the other, usually Dean is out slamming the door.
Dean was getting deeper in your misery. Sam just begging to keep his brother safe.
So he began to follow Sam Dean to see that there was not more damage.
The night Sam stayed at the hotel investigating what seemed a very plausible way to break the contract, they do not bring serious consequences to either was the night that Dean did not return.
The último hombre con el que Dean había estado, lo había usado y golpeado hasta dejarlo inconsciente. Dean no había intentado detenerlo. Sam le había fallado.
§§§§§
Un largo silencio volvió a reinar en la room from the confession of Dean.
Dean was back on the floor. Finally, he let slip through the wall and had managed to sit down and find a position that caused less discomfort. Shrunk in on itself, with shoulders slumped and head bowed, Dean was the picture of dejection.
Bobby fought first confusion, then anger and then sadness that occurred witness this moment in the life of Dean and Sam.
From the moment that John had taken the two children at home, Dean pressed against the side of his father while he was in his hands the still small tiniest of his brother, Bobby knew he had stolen her heart. Both were fond of and so quickly that one day found herself thinking of them as if they were their own children. The surprise came just as he had arrived and Bobby decided take the presence of Sam and Dean as a blessing.
Many were the days and nights he had shared with them. Bobby was proud to have seen them grow and helping them, even in part, to become good men who were now. Sometimes, when I saw them push and laugh funny, Bobby could still see them as delightful those little children for years.
loved them so much that he said nothing when he began to suspect there was something more in the way Dean jealously guarded in his brother as Sam pequeñoy idolized older. He more than anyone, but John probably knew the circumstances and reasons for this dependence and need to have mutated into something even more complex. It was not ideal, was not something that Bobby would like for them, but knew that the line between possibility and the means inevitable in this case was simply nonexistent.
For years, saw suffering, desire and love in silence. But none of them had acted on their feelings, preferring to be together as they could rather than risk losing the other. One died to save the other and the other gave his life without regard to save the first. It was painful to watch from outside but that was the kind of guys that Sam and Dean were.
Bobby realized then that her role this time should be very far from judging the feelings of Dean, and Sam for that matter.
"Dean."
raspy voice brought the Dean of his thoughts and did give a jump. His eyes remained glued to the floor.
"Dean. First of all you know that do not condemn you for, well, how you feel about Sam. It is true that he would prefer that things have not been as well, but do not judge you for it. "
Dean met his eyes with Bobby for a brief instant. The time required for him to see how full of thanks and tears were.
"There is too much horror and pain in this world to worry about things over which you have no control. Things are as they are and not hurt anyone. Who am I to say who fall in love? "
Bobby paused trying to organize their thoughts. Should be very careful if you wanted to get Dean to abandon their self-destructive impulses and should have equal or greater caution not hinting his suspicions about Sam. After all, Bobby had been right about Dean but that does not mean that he was entirely sure about Sam's feelings. Furthermore, even if it were, Bobby had no any right to make a decision that Sam and only Sam should do.
"You know Maybe, just maybe, this is a good thing. "
" Bobby! How can you say that? What could be good in something so, so ... I dunno, I have not even words. All in what may end this is where Sam and I hate to leave. "
" Sam is not going to do that. Do not you think it would have if ... "
" If you did not do anything yet is because you are planning a way to make me suffer for being & hellip ; what I am. "
"Dean! I understand the paranoia and understand the fear of losing ... But is that perhaps we are talking about the same person? How can you think that your brother? Besides, did not occur to you in that stubborn hard you have to maybe he loves you enough that this does not affect the way you see? If your brother really knows, certainly have noticed that this is not new and is even more sure that it has taken into account that you've never tax your feelings about it. It is clear that he had not heard even if not for this unfortunate accident. I think you should give more credit to Sam. He loves you too much to leave aside, leave you alone, so after all that has happened in recent times and circumstances in which you now see that damn contract weighing on your shoulders. I repeat what I said Dean, if your brother knows and really want to hurt why then is doing the impossible to save your life? Why Why waste time on someone who hates? Dean is simple, because they hate you because you want to silence any doubts or whatever it makes you feel and just focus on what matters: that you live. "
§§§§§
When the phone rang Sam attended in record time. Bobby was quick to assure him that Dean was right. It was very brief but in almost telegraphic report was something that was real stressed Bobby: Sam should follow up on his brother and make him feel that never left him, that nothing had changed. When Sam started to ask why her brother thought that Sam might act that way, Bobby raised their barriers and said: - "This is a talk that Dean and you must n have some day, after that your brother is recomposed. Perhaps, after the contract, but not now. Call me if anything else arises. I'll call in a couple of days to tell me how is Dean. "
§ § § § §
Dean was in the shower. The pain, though now reduced by the amount of painkillers that had engulfed, made the task of cleaning himself an arduous battle. The other pain, that it originated in the confusióny guilt, had withdrawn to the back of his head at the moment. Dean had a task in which tangible focus, everything was easier that way.
Water had begun to cool, it was obvious that Dean had forced his luck too, so he set out to rinse last traces of soap from your body. The few who had managed to relax muscles during swimming again tightened as rocks when Dean heard the sound of the closing door of the room and announcing the arrival of Sam.
No hot water and back Sam, Dean would have to leave the security inside the toilet you provided. Once dressed and after a long time in which her face looked full of bumps and cuts in the mirror, Dean managed gather the courage needed to turn the handle and go into whatever it was that he was waiting on the other side.
Sam was standing in the middle of the room, the extended arm holding a steaming cup of coffee as a gift. Dean atrevíaa not look at his brother in the face. He feared, as always seemed to do lately, the expression that she would. Slowly covered the distance that separated him from the tantalizing drink and tried to take the jug. In doing so, Sam closed his hand on her brother and stop there.
Dean - Sam used the same tone of voice that was booked to speak to civilians weak and afraid.
Sam Dean tried to free but exercised a little more pressure on ensuring that his brother could not help it.
"Sam"
"Dean, no. Look at me. "
Dean gave no sign of having heard at all.
"Dean. I'm here. "
the absence of response, Sam raised his other hand and placed it firmly on the breast of his brother.
"I'm here."
Dean was not sure what Sam was trying to say but its words, along with the open and undeniable warmth I saw in those eyes that had long forgotten how to read, able to light a small flame of hope. Sam seemed to be saying I was not going to leave and if that was true, if it was true ...
"I will always be here."
§§§§§
"Aj! Dean! You're disgusting! " - Sam did his best face" I can not believe that we are of the same family "
"Ah! Come on Sammy, that in some cultures belching after a meal is a sign of apreciacióny is considered very good education. I'm surprised you do not know that my dear ... wait ... CEH-reh-brih-tohj. " - Dean made an entire show to spread the word into syllables. Belching.
"Deeeaaan!" - Sam yelled as he left his post at the rickety table to go to settle down in bed with your laptop and go on , working in the latter case that had occupied. Just hoping that Dean was not looking because he was making it hard not to laugh.
"Ha! See? can not resist my charms. "
" If you knew how right you are. " - Sam thought.
Several weeks had passed since that fateful night that Dean had bottomed out and that was followed by the conciliatory talk with Bobby. Things seemed to have been indicted and the dynamic between the brothers was gradually restored.
Dean had healed and his body was free of sequelae. However, in the quiet routine was now were pretty weak. Dean still had bad days.
inexorably These occurred often, told them that Sam Dean sorprendíaa watching. Dean did not see anger or hatred, but the meaning of that look so intense it was leaking. I was nervous not knowing what was going through the mind of his brother at the time. Especially at the moment when Sam realized that Dean had caught him watching it and, therefore, diverted his eyes trying to hide. Their efforts were clearly useless when the intense color of her cheeks betrayed him.
"Sam felt guilty? Why? His mind treacherous Dean gave him too many answers to that last question, from the rational (Sam was thinking of something related to the contract) , the less plausible (Dean was imagining things and Sam was looking to him, I was just looking in your direction) and the most dangerous ( Sam was beginning to regret having stayed) . Were those last which fueled his paranoia and his own fault and they did change moods in seconds. Dean itself was enclosed himself and drank too much.
The last few times that had happened, awakening to the spirit and restored but not entirely benign hangover, Dean recalled that Sam had helped go to bed. But that was not all, Sam had been lying beside her and stroked her hair while she repeated over and over again not to leave. His brother thought that Dean not recordaríaa next morning, I was wrong. Dean was happy to be so.
§§§§§
Dean is
, in the small living room of a student apartment. The moonlight coming through the window giving the room an ethereal quality. In the chair, two figures will twitch. A tall boy is lying, his long fingers clinging to the hips the beautiful blonde who sits on it. None of them were aware of his presence and feel guilty but can not avoid approaching them.
seems awfully long distance. Your legs feel heavy as if you were moving across the sea and it needs an almost inhuman force to arrive. When it does you can clearly see the couple. The two have remained sluggish and winding while they look into my eyes with the warmth own a pair of lovers.
The girl is the first to be realize they are not alone. Lift your eyes and gives Dean a sweet smile, kind. "Always." - and tells Dean offers his hand. Dean does not understand the meaning of the word but when you take between his delicate fingers, a feeling of peace overwhelms him.
A flash and Dean is now in place for the girl, her heart starts pounding. Despairs but can not move. In his feeling for her brother and is extremely intense pleasure but so is fear.
"Always." - repeat it and put a hand on Dean's chest and one on Sam.
Sam is looking at now with the same expression I had when I was Jessica who was on top. But to the horror of Dean, Sam is beneath him is not to Stanford:
... is that the fifteen years he developed an obsession with the pallets of strawberries resulting in Dean take more cold showers than ever ...
... is that at thirteen he begged to let him drink beer ...
"Always." - listening to say in his ear.
... is that Dean was back from the dead. When he embraced so strong and not let go ever ...
... is that the ten came home with a bruise on his cheek, Dean blows his attackers returned more than ...
"Always." - Dean feels about soft lips on his forehead and then dematerialized.
... is that too did not, Dean had caught behind the wheel of the Impala while biting his lip and just ...
"Always, Dean." - deep voice and mellow belongs to his brother and Dean realize that there are only two of them.
The flashes are becoming faster and more Dean to do like to be upside down on a bed, his brother holding the wrists and pumping inside him hard. Dean is kneeling in a church, pushing Sam into her mouth. Dean is tied to the Impala, Sam opening it with his tongue. Dean is leaning against a tree, Sam has it in his mouth. Dean is suspended against a wall, Sam holding his arms and filling.
The image changes suddenly and just as intense but it lacks the desperation of the above. Decoration consisting of dusty books and ancient artifacts that are told in Bobby's house. Sam surrounds it, catches it, it becomes the air you breathe. Dean feels safe and calm, as if I had all the time in the world.
Both are on its side on a bed, facing a small window. Stuck behind him, Sam is moving slowly and gently in her womb. In one of his huge hands, swollen erection pressed Dean and enjoyable. On the lips of his brother Dean words in languages that do not know but have delivery, burning and eternity.
Dean piensa en la eternidad y de repente le parece insuficiente. El infinito se le hace chico. De repente se da cuenta que está al borde del clímax y Dean entra en pánico porque no quiere acabar, algo le dice que cuando lo haga lo va a perder todo.
Sam sigue el mismo ritmo. Con su mano libre obliga a Dean a girar su rostro y cuando lo hace, Sam lo mira a los ojos. “Siempre.” – le dice con una hermosa sonrisa y Dean acaba.
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