Title: Too Much
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean cries. Sam's there.
A/N: Puuure angst. I'm thinking post-hell. And this might make more sense as wincest, so if you want it to be, it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.
Long fingers in his hair; tears are dripping; his face feels hot. Sam's fingers. Dean's tears.
Too much.
Thumbs stroke his temples, slow and steady.
"Sh-sh-shhh. Hey."
Unwavering gentleness opens something up wide in Dean and he feels his shoulders starting to shake, feels his nose running, feels like a total asshole. Blazing fever, falling down drunk: he clings to his extenuating circumstances.
Sam's hands drift downward, squeeze the scruff of his neck, linger coolly at his pulse point. Out to his shoulders and Sam starts kneading, chafes at his shoulder blades, pulls him in close.
"Shit."
"'Sall good, Dean."
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