I seem to be doing drabble's lately huh? But they are fun, it's like I sit down to type out a story, and out comes a drabble. Oh, well! Enjoy!
It was too easy to tell the truth. To lose myself in your touches, to let myself fall into that warm promising security I felt in your arms. You have always been my protector, my friend, my all. There for me when no one else was, when our lives spiraled downwards into that dark empty abyss I could always count on you taking me in your arms. You would whisper nothings in my ear, rubbing my back in gentle soothing circles, and I would know, right then, that all I needed was you. All I ever needed was you. Back then and now, in this dark and hopeless present day. I could lie in your arms and none of it would matter. I could lose myself in your kisses and caresses, in just the fact that you were there. Even though the world will end in a bloody battle, as long as we are together, that's all that matters. We've been through too much crap to have it all end without the other.
I watch you now, cleaning the guns, sitting in the lonely motel chair at the table, and peace and familiarity settle in. So many nights in countless motels have seen these actions. I remember them all, from years ago to this present day. And every time I look at you, I marvel at the fact that you are still here with me. Even after all I've put you through. Even after all the grief, the anger, the pain, you are still here, still kiss me with that strong desire, still look at me with love running deep in your eyes. I can't help but feel so special at the fact that you still choose me, still stand beside me, and for that I love you. That you are still there; my brother, my friend, my protector; my lover.
"Sammy?" I look up, straight into those deep green eyes, and see the concern in them, the curiosity at my new found fascination with the wall.
"You ok?" I smile as I walk over to him, straddle his waist and kiss him, hard and deep. He places the gun and oil stained cloth on the table, tangling his newly freed hands in my hair, pulling me in closer, kissing back harder. And this is what it should feel like every day; warm, safe, happy. I could spend every minute of every fucking day kissing him, but I have to breathe sometime, and I pulled away reluctantly, with one last swipe of my tongue over his lips.
"I'll take that as a yes." He said, laughing, as he pulled me in again. And I never wanted to leave, content in Dean's arms, as he picked me up with ease, even if I was twenty pounds heavier, and walked us over to the bed.
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