Here is a little teaser for you while I attempt the final chapter. It's a biggy and I'm taking it nice and slow.
But don't despair my faithful readers! It's coming.
So here is Dean, having a bit of a think in the early dawn.
Sunrise
Dean stirred.
Warmth enveloped his body; half heavy and familiar, and the other a light, tingling heat that bathed the rest of his skin. It was unimaginably comfortable.
His eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the growing light.
Sunrise.
He glimpsed into the distance, watching silently as the shimmering red sliver of sun rose over the horizon of the road, splashing light like blood across the land and over everything.
Remembering Sam, Dean glanced down; his brother's body limp against his, face buried in his chest and a hand grasped protectively on one arm. His breathing was slow with sleep and his cool breath tickled Dean as he exhaled. His broad expanse of back was illuminated by fiery red and Dean ran a hand down, almost expecting the colour to wipe of like paint. Gradually the glow faded, changing at first to a deep orange and then to a softer golden yellow as the sun climbed higher in the lightening sky.
He watched motionless for a while longer, the marvel of dawn and its perfect calm capturing him and not letting him look away. Fleeting and extraordinary as the moment was; it diminished soon enough; any sign of the spectacle lost as the colours paled and morning edged closer. Dean's drowsiness came back in the increasing warmth as fast as the beauty had disappeared and he closed his eyes. Gently he raked his fingers through Sam's hair; peach and crimson drifting into clear blue as he drifted back into an easy sleep.
This was why he was alive.
This was just a bit of a mini-drabble, so don't feel like you have to bother reviewing!
Thanks for sticking with me!
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