Title: Say Nice Things
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warning: Wincest
Note: Dean POV
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Say nice things to me. Please? Just this once? Tell me that you still love me, that you still think about me - us.
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Say nice things to me. After all those things that you said to Dad, please, remind me that there's still love inside you. Can you tell me that you still love me? Can you please just tell that I still look hott even though the redness of the gashes on my face and arms and hands contrast disgustingly to the paleness of my skin?
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Say nice things to me. Because you were gone for two years and now we're just starting to become us again, just starting to enjoy the full benefits of what we had - have, because it was never really gone; you know that as much as I do.
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You say such beautiful things. See, Sam, told you still had it. You just sucked me off and after you're done with the clean up the doctor comes in and, with a wonderfully vicious smile, you leave me with him alone to try to explain why my brother is laughing so much and I was just moaning his name and how I can't seem to catch my breath at the moment.
"Just a joke," I say, but he doesn't seem to buy it. So I chuckle nervously and cough into my hand and shrug my shoulders and swear my revenge.
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You've always been capable of saying such nice things. But that wonderful little tongue of yours can just as easily lash out with the harshest of words. Which I was so crudely reminded of when some sleazy biker took one look at you and decided you were too good to pass up. I remember clenching my fists, trying not to knock his teeth out; and just when I was about to reach my limit, you opened your mouth and the next thing I knew, the biker was running off to the bathroom, eyes trimmed in red.
We had laughed out loud then, both of us. Just laughing. It had been so long since that had last happened, since before Dad had died - which was three months ago yesterday. We had just let everything out. I remember the barkeep looking at us like we had just cracked; and we probably had, if only for those five minutes, we had cracked.
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