Alright, so all y’all’s kindness + whumpy Dean is basically crack for me, so I’m back! This strayed a ways from your prompt-all of this was supposed to be a flashback, but then little-not-little!Sam and early-hunting-days!Dean took over my brain and…this happened. So, yeah, all my weird plans flew out the window and I definitely went the “sweet” route. *gulps* Hope it’s alright! Also, let it be known that I cannot write an action scene for love or money, so sorry if the snippets here are a little bit awful.Eight days ago, Dean Winchester almost killed his father
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“Jesus, Sammy,” he hisses, his heart pounding, but then he catches sight of Sam’s round sweet face in the weak light of the street soaking through the flimsy window shade and calms himself down. “Did you have a nightmare?” he asks, reaching for his brother in the dark. He wouldn’t mind Sam sleeping in the bed with him, even in this heat. Maybe the familiar feeling of Sam’s warm weight against his would actually trick his brain back a few years, allow him to sleep.
“No,” says Sam, a little indignant, like he’s too big for such treatment. “Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I sleep backwards.”
Dean keeps himself from saying, I thought when you couldn’t sleep you came into the bed with me, and instead hoists himself up a little further, squints at his brother, and says, “Backwards
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“No, Dean,” says Sam, in his do-I-have-to-do-everything voice, and he stands and crosses over to his brother, takes his hand and pulls him up. It’s been very long time since Dean and Sam have held hands, and Sam seems to remember this and snatches his hand away. “Spin,” he orders, and Dean, fuzzy-headed and seized with a sudden urge to make Sam grin, begins to spin in earnest, like when he was much younger and used to make himself trip over nothing to make Sammy giggle. Now Sam is encouraging him, nearly chanting, “Keep going till you fall,” and so Dean whirls himself in a tight circle until his head feels like it’s going to fly off like a spinning top on a table and the room feels like it’s tilting over. He flops onto the bed and thinks he hears Sam laughing, softly into his hand in that shy, almost embarrassed way of his, when Dean is making him forget his maturity and his composure and surrender to silliness
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Sam huffs and backs away, lies back down on the bed, still with his feet by the pillows and his head at the foot. “Maybe hang your head down to the floor,” he says, and suddenly Dean wants to scream. Go to sleep, he thinks, go to sleep and stop worrying about me and just let me be.
“Sam,” he says instead, “that’ll just send all the blood to my head.”
“Hold your breath until you pass out and then sleep.”
Re: Fill part four, last partkallielAugust 30 2012, 21:14:30 UTC
You again! :DDD And un-anon! And ohhhhhh, I just adore this. Sam's various strategies make me feel like he's channeling Luna Lovegood before her time, ahahaha. XD Just adorable. But I especially love the way Dean thinks about Sam, here, and those rifts between young and younger, no longer a child, still very much a child--both in relation to Sam and himself, actually. Excellent, excellent work. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING THIS!!!!!!!! Epic Thursday made epic!
Re: Fill part four, last partsparrow_latelyAugust 30 2012, 21:41:45 UTC
*blushes* Well I'm so glad you liked it! I'm really attached to the idea that Sam was a weird, weird kid in his own quiet way, and also omg is that a Luna Lovegood comparison I see? *squee*
Re: Fill part four, last partsailoreyes67September 2 2012, 01:26:07 UTC
YES. YES. Oh my God, sweetest thing ever is right. :D
I love Sam so much here. SO---SO---ADORABLE! <3 And this:
He’s not sure how long he lies there, hot and miserable, old thoughts and fears-thoughts of fire, of his dad never returning, of CPS when they were younger, and of teachers whose eyes lingered too long on his bruises and the bags under his eyes, of being too stupid and useless to matter to Sam or Dad anymore, of letting Sam down so badly he leaves forever-clawing up to the surface of his thoughts. God, he was so hot.
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“No,” says Sam, a little indignant, like he’s too big for such treatment. “Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I sleep backwards.”
Dean keeps himself from saying, I thought when you couldn’t sleep you came into the bed with me, and instead hoists himself up a little further, squints at his brother, and says, “Backwards ( ... )
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“Sam,” he says instead, “that’ll just send all the blood to my head.”
“Hold your breath until you pass out and then sleep.”
“No, Sam ( ... )
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Thank YOU so much for all your kind feedback!
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Your Sam is the most amazing thing everrr. I love him, and the way you've written Dean's anxiety. Wonderful fill!
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Thank you so much! Strange!wee!Sam is more fun than I anticipated. :)
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I love Sam so much here. SO---SO---ADORABLE! <3 And this:
He’s not sure how long he lies there, hot and miserable, old thoughts and fears-thoughts of fire, of his dad never returning, of CPS when they were younger, and of teachers whose eyes lingered too long on his bruises and the bags under his eyes, of being too stupid and useless to matter to Sam or Dad anymore, of letting Sam down so badly he leaves forever-clawing up to the surface of his thoughts. God, he was so hot.
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I've discovered I like weird!wee!Sam, who wants to repay Dean for everything he does but is also still pretty much dependent on him.
Thanks for commenting, I'm so glad you liked it!
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