Mirroring
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The two brothers sat across from one another at the library table, each seemingly occupied with thumbing their way through one of the innumerable books that lined the room.
Dean had found a book on hell-hounds that had caught his interest; he wanted to learn as much as he could about the hell-bitches, the easier to kill them. He had a soul-deep hatred for the black beasts. Getting your body ripped to shreds and being dragged off to Hell by one, sort of made you hold a grudge!
Sam, on the other hand, was struggling to come to terms with a book of obscure occult omens that he had never encountered before, fascinated yet irritated that he couldn't made head nor tail of them; but the younger Winchester was nothing if not stubborn, and the unknown symbols would fall to his skills sooner or later.
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However neither man was at that precise moment concentrating on the words dancing in front of their eyes.
Their thoughts unknown to them, were in complete synch, mirroring what happened so often with their actions when they moved as one.
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Dean threw a quick glance at Sam.
Is it possible that I love my brother more than life itself? Is it possible I sold my soul for him and I would be willing to do it again if there was no other way? Is it possible I can't live without him by my side?
It's not normal. It can't be normal, I understand too well, but that doesn't make it any less true. I would die for him and I know he would die for me, so buck up and get over it, dude!
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Sam threw a quick glance at Dean.
Is it possible I'm not truly happy without Dean by my side. It's not normal but I've had normal more than once and yet here I am. I've tried to run from the hunting life we lead, but despite all my bitching and wishing for the contrary, I'm just going to have to admit and accept the truth; confess my necessity to have Dean by my side, to bask in my big brother's approval.
It's all I've ever wanted or desired; I know that now.
I would die for him and I know he would die for me.
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"Come on Sasquatch," Dean's voice broke the silence. "We still got a whole stack of episodes of Game of Thrones to get through. You set up the DVD and I'll get the popcorn, liquorice and beer."
Sam looked over at him, and gave him a lop-sided grin.
"Funny you should say that, Dean. I was about to suggest it myself. These omens are driving me nuts. Time for something lighter."
"Great minds think alike, bro. We are the last two legacies of the Men of Letters, after all, brains plus brawn.
"Yeah, but we're brothers first and foremost," Sam said with feeling. "And nothing is more important."
"You got that right," Dean smirked as he made his way to the kitchen. He had never felt as happy as he did at this moment; he and Sam were closer than they had ever been since they were kids, and Dean was going to do everything in his power to see that things stayed that way!
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