Fic: In His Arms
Title: In His Arms
Rating: G
Pairing: (implied) Sam/Dean, YOU/Dean (Read A/N)
Length: 534
Summary: In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here, from the stark cold of this hotel room. (Lyrics from Angel by Sarah McLachlan)
Warnings: None, just book an appointment for the dentist after... the sweetness of this fic can be damaging.
A/N: This is written in second person, without any mention of Sam so you can imagine anyone you want in Dean’s arms. ;)
A/N 2: This was written during my plane trip from Rome to Signapore, 8 hours of the flight still to go, and I’m working on 8 hours without sleep.
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam are in my closet and Supernatural isn’t just a TV show. But I am also the queen of Moscow and pineapples are our royal food.
Into His Arms
You sit there glaring at the computer screen, and it simply glares right back at you. Your fingers are sore from typing and scribbling notes for hours on end, your head is banding like a marching band.
But you don’t stop, you can’t. The work you’re doing is important, so you carry on, even though you hate it. And what makes it worse? He isn’t here with you. Dean, he’s probably at some bar right now, getting pissed while you work your ass off and yet you still love him and all his quirks.
You wish him home, knowing it won’t work, and yet you take a quick glance at the door, willing it open. Nothing. You get back to your work. However your mind continues to wander and you can’t stop thinking about him, what he’s doing, everything about him.
You know why he’s gone, he left so you could get your work done, and you love him more for it (is that even possible?). But you just want him back now.
Lost in thought you don’t hear the door open and close again. Thinking of him you don’t sense the figure walking right up behind you, not until his shadow looms over you. Startled back to the present, you turn your head towards him and he places a gentle kiss to your lips, soft plush lips against yours. For not nearly long enough.
It never is.
You smile as he pulls away, his arms coming up to your shoulders and he starts to knead out the tension that set in long ago. Long, capable fingers dig into your sore muscles, and slowly the knots loosen and you sigh. You feel a press of lips against your head. He is in a good mood today, affectionate; he’s been like that for a while now.
And there is no way that you are going to start complaining.
He pulls you up from your seat, all the important work long forgotten for now as he looks deep into your eyes.
‘I love your eyes’ he whispers tenderly tucking stray strands of hair back off your face, hand cupping your cheek as you lean into him.
His arms circle around your middle as he pulls you into an embrace. You feel so warm and protected in his arms, you just sink into him. All thoughts lost in this moment, it’s just the here and now.
Your head is resting against his shoulder as his fingers rake through your hair, massaging your scalp, the headache ebbing away. He knows you so well, knows what you need before you know it yourself.
‘I’m sorry I came back early,’ he’s always so selfless, ‘but I didn’t want you working too hard,’ you know you were.
With another kiss to your temple he moves away and you both get ready for bed. Lights are off and you are in his arms once again. Your head on his chest, arms around each other, legs entangled together. He brings you more warmth than the comforter does.
Your eyes drift shut and you fall asleep listening to your hearts beating as one.
And you know everything is perfect. Because you’re in his arms.
End notes: If this goes over well then I’ll probably write one for all of the Sammy followers out there (which I am part of).
And reviews are snuggled more than a little baby and are burped after feeding.
(Could you tell I was sleep deprived?!)
Rating: G
Pairing: (implied) Sam/Dean, YOU/Dean (Read A/N)
Length: 534
Summary: In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here, from the stark cold of this hotel room. (Lyrics from Angel by Sarah McLachlan)
Warnings: None, just book an appointment for the dentist after... the sweetness of this fic can be damaging.
A/N: This is written in second person, without any mention of Sam so you can imagine anyone you want in Dean’s arms. ;)
A/N 2: This was written during my plane trip from Rome to Signapore, 8 hours of the flight still to go, and I’m working on 8 hours without sleep.
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam are in my closet and Supernatural isn’t just a TV show. But I am also the queen of Moscow and pineapples are our royal food.
Into His Arms
You sit there glaring at the computer screen, and it simply glares right back at you. Your fingers are sore from typing and scribbling notes for hours on end, your head is banding like a marching band.
But you don’t stop, you can’t. The work you’re doing is important, so you carry on, even though you hate it. And what makes it worse? He isn’t here with you. Dean, he’s probably at some bar right now, getting pissed while you work your ass off and yet you still love him and all his quirks.
You wish him home, knowing it won’t work, and yet you take a quick glance at the door, willing it open. Nothing. You get back to your work. However your mind continues to wander and you can’t stop thinking about him, what he’s doing, everything about him.
You know why he’s gone, he left so you could get your work done, and you love him more for it (is that even possible?). But you just want him back now.
Lost in thought you don’t hear the door open and close again. Thinking of him you don’t sense the figure walking right up behind you, not until his shadow looms over you. Startled back to the present, you turn your head towards him and he places a gentle kiss to your lips, soft plush lips against yours. For not nearly long enough.
It never is.
You smile as he pulls away, his arms coming up to your shoulders and he starts to knead out the tension that set in long ago. Long, capable fingers dig into your sore muscles, and slowly the knots loosen and you sigh. You feel a press of lips against your head. He is in a good mood today, affectionate; he’s been like that for a while now.
And there is no way that you are going to start complaining.
He pulls you up from your seat, all the important work long forgotten for now as he looks deep into your eyes.
‘I love your eyes’ he whispers tenderly tucking stray strands of hair back off your face, hand cupping your cheek as you lean into him.
His arms circle around your middle as he pulls you into an embrace. You feel so warm and protected in his arms, you just sink into him. All thoughts lost in this moment, it’s just the here and now.
Your head is resting against his shoulder as his fingers rake through your hair, massaging your scalp, the headache ebbing away. He knows you so well, knows what you need before you know it yourself.
‘I’m sorry I came back early,’ he’s always so selfless, ‘but I didn’t want you working too hard,’ you know you were.
With another kiss to your temple he moves away and you both get ready for bed. Lights are off and you are in his arms once again. Your head on his chest, arms around each other, legs entangled together. He brings you more warmth than the comforter does.
Your eyes drift shut and you fall asleep listening to your hearts beating as one.
And you know everything is perfect. Because you’re in his arms.
End notes: If this goes over well then I’ll probably write one for all of the Sammy followers out there (which I am part of).
And reviews are snuggled more than a little baby and are burped after feeding.
(Could you tell I was sleep deprived?!)