a Winter/Holiday themed Dean-focused h/c comment meme (themed comment meme #3)
Let's hope LJ behaves. ::crosses fingers::
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He never wanted to be Dean, but he thinks now that it would be easier if he were. If he wasn't so much Sam and a bit more Dean, maybe he'd know the right thing to do ( ... )
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“'s just a key-ring” Sam says after a while, after he can't take the silence anymore. After seeing his brother staring into the little box for what feels like hours, blinking now and then and running his tongue nervously over his lips. “'s not much.”
He knows it's a lie. Knows it is a lot, was a lot of work. He's lying, trying to cover up that awkwardness just because he can't stand that weird, blank look in his brother's eyes, feeling something is about to happen and fearing it. He's so fucking scared about what might happen, scared about what Dean will do with it, if he will understand what he wants, needs, to say. If he'll get how much work it has been to get it together like that or if he'll dismiss it as “Girly stuff, Samantha.” even if Sam knows he doesn't mean it, will be saying it only because... well, whatever fucked-up reasons Dean has for being an asshole about things like this.
But Dean's quiet, swallowing with an audible snick in the throat when he takes the small item out of the box ( ... )
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The night is cold and dark and silent, and when the snow stops falling, the stars look down onto a white, downy world.
The brightest of them, the strongest, manage to outshine the light-pollution down on earth, blinking when they spot a figure huddled against a lump of snow.
No, two figures, one wrapped around another, both of them shivering from cold and sorrow and heartache, both feeling lost and alone, together though they are. The larger form is clinging to the smaller like he wants to keep it from slipping away, from shaking apart, chin resting on the head of the other one, eyes open and raised to the sky. Looking right at them, at their cold beauty, and if stars could feel, they'd be touched by the silent plea, the promise, strength and determination and that little bit of faith in those eyes.
But stars don't feel a thing.
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and in the email I didn't mention this BUT you used my favorite word coming out of Sam's mouth and you probably have no idea that you did that and for that... I just love you and this fic even more! .... *passes out*
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thank you for reading, and for encouraging and all you do! *shouldernudge*
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And that car is just... it's all they still have, and her staying hidden somewhere must hurt whenever there's time to think about. So yeah, Sam had to get her back.
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thanks for your comment, made me real happy
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He is so DIFFERENT than Dean, in a lot of ways, that for me it's hard to grasp. But I learned to understand - pure logically - a lot more.
With Dean, though, I don't need logic, I get him in the gut.
I guess it's the same for a lot of the Sam-people out there.
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