Ahaha, first Sam/Dean ever, I APOLOGIZE.bittersplendorFebruary 7 2009, 07:34:41 UTC
Sam/Dean: Sam dealing with the guilt of what he said.
The thing about words, Sam thinks, is that they’re dense. They hang heavy in the air long after they roll out of mouths, and they stay there, some clinging to your jacket, your hair, your skin.
You’re too weak-- those, in particular, are still hot on Sam’s lips. Two days after the siren thing and Dean is acting like everything’s okay, but Sam- he still can’t look at Dean without thinking of how much he’s hurt his brother, can’t say anything to fix what he’s done. Whatever comes out of his mouth now seems obsolete, like a lie that knows it’s a lie, and lets everyone in the room know it’s a lie. New words mingle with those already said, tainting, and it’s all pointless.
Everything seems so futile, now, and Sam doesn’t know what the fuck to do-everything he boasted about having: his strength, his intelligence, his fucking powers, none of that means anything if he can’t fix thisSam watches Dean sleeping on the other bed, and licks at his lips, tastes bitterness and wants to cry
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The thing about words, Sam thinks, is that they’re dense. They hang heavy in the air long after they roll out of mouths, and they stay there, some clinging to your jacket, your hair, your skin.
You’re too weak-- those, in particular, are still hot on Sam’s lips. Two days after the siren thing and Dean is acting like everything’s okay, but Sam- he still can’t look at Dean without thinking of how much he’s hurt his brother, can’t say anything to fix what he’s done. Whatever comes out of his mouth now seems obsolete, like a lie that knows it’s a lie, and lets everyone in the room know it’s a lie. New words mingle with those already said, tainting, and it’s all pointless.
Everything seems so futile, now, and Sam doesn’t know what the fuck to do-everything he boasted about having: his strength, his intelligence, his fucking powers, none of that means anything if he can’t fix thisSam watches Dean sleeping on the other bed, and licks at his lips, tastes bitterness and wants to cry ( ... )
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