Disclaimer: Umm sorry but it's not mine.
A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic so please be easy on me? And I'm also not very well educated in the whole 'Wincest' thing sooo… Don't hate it please?
You're my…
Sam bolted up from bed, a blood curdling scream upon his lips. When strong arms wrapped around him, attempting to rock him to sleep and make the bad dreams go away Sam let out a scared cry and began to fight, images of Jess and her death dancing before his unseeing eyes.
"Sammy! Sammy stop it! It's me! Dean!" The eldest Winchester yelled to his younger sibling, wincing as a hand swatted across his face, rigid nails leaving a trail across his cheek, the pain instant but ignored for the time being.
Sam's dull brown eyes seemed to regain some of their colour and his hand's stopped their resistance, his fingers now lightly caressing his brother's face to make certain that this was real and the dream was just that, a dream. When he felt the slight scar at the junction right beneath Dean's jaw where the vampire that had cost Sam his vision had sliced him with its claws, Sam sighed in relief and then burst out into sobs of despair, tears flooding his blank eyes. He leaned against the comfort his older brother and lover so easily offered and cried softly, his whole body shuddering with the sobs, "I wish I could see you Dean. God I want to see your beautiful moss coloured eyes other than in my dreams!"
"Shh baby, shhh. It's going to be fine Sammy, it's going to be just fine. You'll never be able to forget my eyes love, just like I'll never be able to forget the expression of complete bliss that used to and still does cross your face whenever you find justice in something, no matter how big or small." Dean soothed his brother with gentle kisses and loving touches. Tenderly he tilted Sam's head so that he could peer into those beautiful mocha eyes that had received a slight bluish tinge to them over the years since the loss of his sight. Sam's unfocused ease looked up and appeared to look directly into him. Dean smiled, he loved it when Sam did that, it was like Sam could still see into his soul without even seeing, if that made any sense..
"Dean, I can't stand myself anymore. I lost Jess and I just can't seem to stop experiencing it. And then when that vamp took me by surprise my only thoughts were of you and not ever being able to see you again and I just…" Sam's words broke off as tears clogged his throat.
Dean shushed him and just held him tightly. "Sam I'm here and I love you. You know I'll never leave you baby so don't ever try to convince yourself otherwise. You're my-"
Sam cut him off with a bitter, "I'm a fucking broken doll Dean."
"-My broken doll." Dean finished as if he had never been interrupted and he kissed his younger siblings forehead before pulling him back down to the bed and hugging him tightly to him as they both curled up together, fingers entwined and love radiating between them, making the air thick, but in a good way. A comfortable way.
The End
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