Title: Manchild
and Manacled
Authour:
paperghosts
Pairings: none,
which is kind of the point.
Rating: PG?
Spoilers: none
Warnings:
improper urges.
A/N: My first foray in to SPN fic. Drabble because I'm too lame to actually write anything substantial.
Sam, hands and feet too big for his stork body, is beautiful. It makes Dean sick just thinking about it. He knows that if it was someone else – if it was a friend's brother whose shoulders were broadening, jaw strengthening - if it was anyone else whose voice was breaking, promising to land somewhere between sweet and low, he'd just be waiting for the kid to grow up, ripen. But Dean doesn't have any friends; Sam is his brother, so as it is… Well, as it is, Dean's going to spend his whole damn life sitting on his hands.