Sam/Dean
pg13
Sam's still crying, and Dean's pretty sure he has no idea he's doing it. They've taken Madison out of the city, carried her into a clearing at a local state park, and given her a funeral pyre. Dean watches Sam helplessly, watches him break and break, underneath. His face is blank now, but the tears continue to fall, unnoticed. It's just like the night Jessica died, and Dean thinks maybe there is a God and He hates the Winchesters.
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Back on the road, back in a hotel, and Sam doesn't know what to do. He'd thought, for a second, that life was getting better; had the guts to hope for something more. Now he hates himself for forgetting, for ever doubting his fucking destiny. There is nothing more for him, nothing more for Dean.
And Dean is there, Dean's always there. Hovering, waiting, and loving Sam so much, and Sam knows he's never deserved Dean. Never done anything in this life that warrants Dean's love, his loyalty, but Sam has it and he needs it, needs Dean more than anything else.
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Sam's caught up in his thoughts, bad thoughts, Dean can tell. And he just can't help himself, not anymore. He'll do anything to keep Sam with him, but it's got to be all of Sam, not just a shell. He drops to his knees in front of Sam, who's perched on the edge of his bed, and takes Sam's wrists in a firm grip. He pulls, lifting Sam's arms up and out, works himself in between Sam's legs. Sam makes a startled little noise as Dean forces him back into his body.
He manages to focus on Dean's face, so close, and says, "Dean?" All soft and rough and confused.
"Sam, I just..." And he kisses the spot under Sam's left eye, and then the right, then brushes his lips across the corner of Sam's. He releases his grip on Sam's wrists and winds his fingers into the curls at the back of Sam's head, holding him still, but he's not fighting--he's crying again. "Shhhh, shhhh. Please Sam, please let me help."
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Dean is beautiful and Dean is everything, and they have always belonged to each other. So Sam opens his mouth to Dean's hesitant inquiry, wraps his arms around his brother, and thinks maybe this will be enough, for as long as they may have.