Uhh, yeah, love
You know we always, we always talkin 'bout love
We always thinkin 'bout it y'know
I'm in love, I want love, I need love, whatever
But like sometimes I wonder
With all the hurt and pain that people that supposedly love you put you through
Is that really love?
It really is love.
And I want it.
This wasn't real, surely. It was clearly a twisted dream scape, or perhaps a mutilated reality. Yes, the latter must be it. Gabriel was back (how didn't matter), and had taken to toying with the Winchester's again. That damn angel always did like making an entrance, and Sam couldn't think of one better than this. Better then throwing him completely off of his guard and off of his game, leaving him vulnerable and confused...
Hell, Garth could probably scare him from behind right now, because the younger Winchester wasn't processing anything. He wasn't aware of anything but the scene in the kitchen.
All he saw was his older brother, and an ex-angel, and they were... /Kissing./ They were wrapped up in each other's arms, lips locked, hands fumbling through hair, eyes closed, toes touching... Sam closed his eyes, and when the scene disappeared for that brief second, his brain kicked back into action. He should leave them alone. They probably wouldn't appreciate his barging in, and he knew Dean wouldn't have any idea on what to say.
As silently as possible, Sam backed out of the kitchen door and into the main living quarters of the 'Bat Cave'. He slowly made his way to the couch, eyebrows creased in concentration as he flopped onto the plush sofa, half expecting a camera crew to jump out at him and yell "You just got PUNK'D!" or something along those lines.
Or perhaps something a little more realistic, like a trickster angel with a babe on one arm and chocolate bar in the opposite hand poofing into the center of the room and smirking, saying "Honey, I'm home!"
Neither happened, and he was left to think about this new, and confusing reality.
Now, it wasn't the part the Cas was an angel (sort of) that confused him. He wasn't one to judge, and hell he couldn't judge even if he was one to. He had been with a demon, so there was that... He closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.
It wasn't because he was a guy (also sort of) either. Sam Winchester couldn't care less about who loved guys and who loved girls, because love was love and that was that.
What confused the young man was how those two could love each other, even through all the faults they had seen. All the faults again each other.
They were countless times they had beaten each other bloody, and even more times when the two had refused to put their trust in the other... He knew how betrayed Dean had felt when Cas left him in the dust, after Dean had wanted so horribly to believe the angel was innocent. He knew how hurt Cas was when Dean cast him off, like a nusance fly the elder Winchester just didn't feel like dealing with.
But maybe that was where the love came from. It came from being hurt, and being able to forgive things that should be unforgiveable. Maybe that was love, by the strict definition of the word.
Or maybe Sam Winchester was a crazy little (giant-sized) man.
Maybe he was stupid for not at least expecting it a little bit. For not seeing the looks that lasted a little too long, for not paying attention to the way the two spoke to each other, for not feeling how pained Castiel was when Dean wouldn't speak to him.
The young Winchester bowed his head, his long hair falling over his ears. How long had they been... Kissing in the kitchen? He shook his head. Maybe he didn't want to think about /that/. He let his mind wander back to how forgiving each man was in the relationship.
He wanted that. He wanted to be able to feel love that was strong enough to look past ultimate cimes. He wanted someone he could not live without. He wanted what they had.
And he knew just where to find it.
Author's Note- I'm sorry this is so suckish, lol. I just wanted to make something a little less depressing then I normally do, and I wanted to upload tonight. The next installment will be better, I promise! Don't forget to leave some suggestions for an entry! Thank you for reading, I love you truly, madly, deeply! Reviews make my day (and so do follows and favorites but it really means a lot when you take the time to actually say something about my types. ^.^). Carry on my wayward readers.~
