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Title: Dice
Rating: T
Summary: Nothing can compare to when you roll the dice and you swear your loves for me. Dean/Sam, angst, ( /watch?v=zd2WMfaIP8o&feature=channel_video_title ) put in the htt:/youtube part.
Author's note: Inspired loosely by the video above. Very loosely, and the video is much better than anything I could conceive to write.
"SAAAM!" Dean screamed, reaching forward, always forward. Sam turned around, eyes soft and brown and beautiful and Dean couldn't breathe.
"Dean." Sam whispered. His eyes turned black.
Dean shot up in bed, eyes darting around the filthy motel room. Empty. His face was damp, his eyes felt full and worn. He'd been crying in his sleep again. And Sam was still gone. His baby brother had still left him without even a goodbye. And Dean knew that wasn't fair, knew it wasn't Sam's fault, but it hurt too much. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled, before Sam left, before his life fell apart and Dean didn't care enough to put it back together.
It killed him to remember the first time they made love. The first time Sam said, "I love you." And meant it the way Dean had always meant it. To remember that Sammy's first word had been De'n.
Everything hurt too much. But the pain is all Dean has now. Just the pain.