Hours - Sam/Dean - Supernatural snapshot Verse
Title: Hours
Author: kimisgirl
Beta: none
Fandom/Genre: wincest, angst, romance
Pairing (s): Dean/Sam
Rating: G
Word Count: 460
Warnings: Wincest, minor spoilers for 5.22
For my spn_30snapshots table: prompt: hours
Hours:
Dean breathed out slowly, arms tightening their hold minutely. Like he was clinging to something he was scared to let go of... like if he did his grip would falter and everything that mattered in his life would cease to exist. So he clung to the warm body in his arms, listening to the soft snuffle of breath puffed out against the skin of his neck where1 his brothers face was nestled.
He sighed, they’d been lying like this for hours, Sam sleeping quietly, safe and warm in Dean’s arms and Dean watching over him like he’d never witnessed anything so wonderful. It was something he knew he had to protect at all costs. Somehow he had to do a better job of it than he’d done in the past. Sam had been returned to him, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away this time.
This time he wasn’t going to spend his time pushing away his brother, telling himself he can’t love him the way he has always loved him. Because he finally gets it, he finally sees the truth behind it. Sam loves him.... really loves him. More than that, Sam needs him. If Dean hadn’t pushed so hard in the first place none of this would have happened to them. Sam never would have ran from him, never would have gone looking for love and comfort in the arms of someone else...
No Dean got it now, and it had been the first thing he’d told his brother, moments after he’d watched him fall into hell. Dragged down by Lucifer. Castiel had stood above him and smiled softly. He’d told him to make it right this time around. And then Sam was beside him, whole and unharmed physically at least.
Mentally, he’d been shaking and tears ran silently down his cheeks. He’d looked down at Dean as Dean had stood up. Sam had whispered one word, only one... Dean.
Dean had whimpered and pulled his baby brother into his arms and held him, crying quietly, face tucked into Sam’s neck for minutes, hours, days? He couldn’t tell and he didn’t care. Finally he pulled back just enough to look up at Sam. Sam smiled at him... and he broke inside. Pulling Sam’s still damp face in he kissed him gently, a simple press of lips against lips but it meant everything.
Now, hours later, after returning to the motel, after spending hours on the bed, holding and kissing, being held and being kissed. Sam, exhausted had slept and Dean... well Dean did what he had always done, and planned to do till the day he died. He watched, he protected and most importantly, he loved Sam.
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This is the beginning of a verse I will be doing using all the prompts from my snapshot table!
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Author: kimisgirl
Beta: none
Fandom/Genre: wincest, angst, romance
Pairing (s): Dean/Sam
Rating: G
Word Count: 460
Warnings: Wincest, minor spoilers for 5.22
For my spn_30snapshots table: prompt: hours
Hours:
Dean breathed out slowly, arms tightening their hold minutely. Like he was clinging to something he was scared to let go of... like if he did his grip would falter and everything that mattered in his life would cease to exist. So he clung to the warm body in his arms, listening to the soft snuffle of breath puffed out against the skin of his neck where1 his brothers face was nestled.
He sighed, they’d been lying like this for hours, Sam sleeping quietly, safe and warm in Dean’s arms and Dean watching over him like he’d never witnessed anything so wonderful. It was something he knew he had to protect at all costs. Somehow he had to do a better job of it than he’d done in the past. Sam had been returned to him, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away this time.
This time he wasn’t going to spend his time pushing away his brother, telling himself he can’t love him the way he has always loved him. Because he finally gets it, he finally sees the truth behind it. Sam loves him.... really loves him. More than that, Sam needs him. If Dean hadn’t pushed so hard in the first place none of this would have happened to them. Sam never would have ran from him, never would have gone looking for love and comfort in the arms of someone else...
No Dean got it now, and it had been the first thing he’d told his brother, moments after he’d watched him fall into hell. Dragged down by Lucifer. Castiel had stood above him and smiled softly. He’d told him to make it right this time around. And then Sam was beside him, whole and unharmed physically at least.
Mentally, he’d been shaking and tears ran silently down his cheeks. He’d looked down at Dean as Dean had stood up. Sam had whispered one word, only one... Dean.
Dean had whimpered and pulled his baby brother into his arms and held him, crying quietly, face tucked into Sam’s neck for minutes, hours, days? He couldn’t tell and he didn’t care. Finally he pulled back just enough to look up at Sam. Sam smiled at him... and he broke inside. Pulling Sam’s still damp face in he kissed him gently, a simple press of lips against lips but it meant everything.
Now, hours later, after returning to the motel, after spending hours on the bed, holding and kissing, being held and being kissed. Sam, exhausted had slept and Dean... well Dean did what he had always done, and planned to do till the day he died. He watched, he protected and most importantly, he loved Sam.
Next
This is the beginning of a verse I will be doing using all the prompts from my snapshot table!
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