Me Without You
By: KellyCRocker59
A short snippet of a story, inspired by the song, which actually brought me to tears. I hope Dean isn't too out of character here.
Dean sat up slowly in bed, bare back against the wood headboard. The sun was barely rising in the sky; it was a rare occasion that he was the first awake. He looked down at the person lying next to him, who curled into his hip subconsciously once he had sat up.
Dean ran his hands softly through the younger male's soft hair, pushing the locks from their place as a slight curtain over his eyes, the older male feeling his chest tighten as he caught a full glimpse of the peaceful, innocent face that was revealed beneath them.
"Sammy…" Dean whispered, his eyes containing an uncharacteristic softness that only occurred when he looked at his brother.
Sam was there, was always there. Ever since this had all begun, he had been an unshakable force at Dean's side. And when this had started, the actual relationship, he had truly become the only thing Dean cared about anymore. When everything fell apart, Sam was there. When Dean was an emotional wreck, when he was vulnerable, when he was angry and callous, Sam was there, always there to say what he needed to hear, to deal with his imperfections and make him feel like life couldn't get better amongst the chaos.
It had always been just Dean and Sam; no one else, even their father, had ever truly been the presence in their lives that they were to one another. Maybe that's why this happened. Dean knew all about lore, and was familiar with the tales that two souls couldn't affect the bodies they were placed in, whether they were soul mates or not. And Sam was definitely Dean's soul mate. Sam made life worth living.
Honestly, Dean didn't need the sex. Yeah, it was amazing, but they didn't really have excessive amounts of it or anything, because really, being here, with Sam right beside him, knowing that he would never leave, was more then enough for Dean. Sam knew that, too, even if Dean didn't really say it, because Sam knew Dean like he knew himself, and Dean knew Sam better then himself sometimes.
Sam stirred in his sleep, opening his eyes half-way and looking up at Dean, who had a hand resting in his hair.
"Dean, what're you…doing up?" Sam said, a bit slurred in his sleepiness.
"Just couldn't sleep, Sammy…" Dean said softly.
"Well, come back down here…I miss you, man. We don't have to go anywhere today, might as well get a little extra sleep." Sam replied, reaching up for Dean's hand and pulling him down.
Dean moved without much thought, sliding down so that he was back with his head on the pillow, facing Sam. Sam snuggled into his chest, curling up against the older male. Dean wrapped his arms protectively around his younger brother, chin resting on the other male's head. They fit together perfectly, like they were made for that sole purpose alone.
"…love you, Dean." Sam whispered, and Dean felt his breath hitch a bit, as it did every time Sam said it, no matter how many times it was.
"I love you too, Sammy." Dean replied softly, and felt Sam nuzzle even closer against him.
"You know, Dean…there's no me without you…so don't go anywhere, dude." Sam muttered.
"Don't worry, Sammy…I'm not going anywhere."