entry 119 - don't worry 'bout it, sammy.
Title: Don't Worry About It, Sammy.
Author: stelladelnordxd
Beta-Edited: Good friend, ER.
Pairings/Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1150 Words
Rating: NC-17-ish.
Genre: Christmas-like fluff
Spoilers: 200 episode spoilers
Status: Complete
Summary: Dean will always tell Sam to not worry about it. Especially when Sam's powers come back.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Warnings Swearing, mentions of incest but nothing too vulgar.
Notes: Written for the_green_bird for multifan-gift. I hope you enjoy so much. This wasn't easy for me to write... anything Supernatural related isn't, to be honest, so I really hope you're alright with this!
Dean noticed it first. The two were in bed after a long day, limbs tangled around one another in comfort, ignoring the flakes of snow that had fallen during the day outside. Dean knew Sam was spent by the way he was laid out on the bed and had grinned at the time, being perfectly content where he was. Dean had been just about to fall asleep when he noticed the glass of water on Sam's side of the bed. That in itself was nothing unusual, until Dean realized that the glass of water was floating in mid-fucking-air. He had grabbed the glass and set it walked it down into the kitchen of the bunker, not at all surprised when he returns to the room to find Sam awake and rubbing his eyes.
"Whassit?" He yawns, his arms going up in a stretch and the blanket falling slightly from his stomach, showing the trail of hair that leads to Sam's groin. Dean licks his lips before finding his way back into bed, sitting behind Sam and wrapping his legs around Sam's waist. Kissing his neck lightly, trailing his fingers on Sam's stomach, he sighs and shakes his head.
"Don't worry about it, Sammy."
***
Dean also noticed it the second time. It had been a week since the first time and the two of them were at a mall, looking for things to buy for Christmas. They stopped surprising one another with the gifts, since they weren't shopping for anyone else and usually went together. Lately, Sam had been moody and whenever he was moody, things around him would shift, shake and fall. Dean didn't understand, not at first, until he remembered the last time things would shake and shift with Sam.
And currently, while at the mall, shopping for Christmas gifts, Sam was being surrounded by kids toys that were moving and rising and breaking, without any of that supposed to happen. Dean could see the panic in Sam's eyes whenever Sam looked over to him, and Dean let out a sigh, smiling slightly before turning towards Sam and brushing the bangs out of his kid brothers' eyes.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Sammy."
***
Sam noticed it the first, second and third time. He kept quiet about it when it came to telling Dean, because their relationship was just getting to the spot it had been before the powers and the demon blood came originally, and Sam liked where they were. He didn't want to have to go through all of the hell he went through with Dean, again.
So, he kept quiet about the fact that things would float near him. He wished he could tell Dean - he wanted to tell Dean, but he didn't want to deal with Dean reaching his breaking point with him again. Of course, he never realized that by not telling his big brother something, he was making it worse.
The third time Sam noticed his powers were back and in full force, the two of them were on a last-minute hunt. It was freezing out, with only two days before Christmas, and Sam had just been so tired lately. Dean and him were trudging through deep snow trying to make their way back to the impala, when what they were looking for came out of nowhere and knocked Dean into an oncoming vehicle.
Or, well, at least, that's what Sam had seen. The next moment he had blinked, and Dean had been standing in front of him, leaning against the car, a look of worry on his face as his hands were in Sam's jacket.
Huh. Apparently they hadn't even started out for the hunt, yet?
"Sammy, you alright?" Dean eventually questions, worry still all over his face while Sam looks around.
"We need to go back to the Bunker. We can't - we can't do this Hunt, Dean." Sam finds himself murmuring, looking at his brother with wide eyes, making sure he's still there in front of him. He notices Dean looking at him with a furrowed brow before Dean nods.
"You have a vision, then?" Dean asks and Sam blinks in surprise. He thought he did such a good job, hiding the powers that had come back ever since the fake amulet was hung in the car. He can hear Dean let out a chuckle and looks towards his brother, confusion warring on his face.
"Sammy, you weren't exactly the best at keeping your powers a secret," Dean chuckles while stepping closer and placing his hands on Sam's waist. Sam looks down briefly, his cheeks flushed before looking back up at Dean with a small smile.
"When did you figure it out?"
"When you were floating your glass of water after sex," Dean snorts while Sam blushes once more, shaking his head in embarrassment.
"It's because I was happy." Sam says wistfully, staring off past Dean's shoulders, "I felt like - like before all the bad shit between us went down.
Before dad ever died, and before you ever sold your soul. I felt like we were there again," Sam frowns here, noticing that Dean's also frowning, before shaking his head and sighing.
"That's why you never mentioned it, right?" Dean questions after a couple of minutes of pure silence. Sam nods after a few moments, chewing on his bottom lip before going into the car, not wanting to talk about it right then and there.
***
When Dean finally entered the bunker, he made his way to the room that was known as Sam's, but that Sam never slept in, really. He knew his brother wanted to be alone but he also knew that he needed to say what he needed to say to Sam, and soon.
Standing in the entranceway to Sam's room, Dean couldn't help but chuckle at how Sam was sitting on the bed. It was reminiscent of when they were younger, and unable to help himself, Dean found himself kneeling in front of his baby brother, brushing his long hair out of his face.
"Yeah?" Sam whispers, throat dry and eyes red, making Dean frown briefly.
"I felt it too, y'know." Dean whispers back, shifting slightly before sitting on his ass.
"Shit, I can't kneel worth shit anymore." He chuckles, watching as Sam smirks.
"Anyways. I felt happy too, y'know. I know I was an ass, and a dick, and that's all on me. But recently, ever since that play we did a hunt at? I felt like we were finally back to being ourselves, but together. Like nothing could ever break us down again." Dean replies with a shrug, smirking back.
"Yeah?" Sam asks, still smiling.
"Yeah."
"But what if-"
"Sam?" Dean interrupts, looking at him, waiting for Sam to look at him in return. When he does, he lets out a small smile and kisses Sam lightly before saying, "Don't worry 'bout it, Sammy."
Author: stelladelnordxd
Beta-Edited: Good friend, ER.
Pairings/Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1150 Words
Rating: NC-17-ish.
Genre: Christmas-like fluff
Spoilers: 200 episode spoilers
Status: Complete
Summary: Dean will always tell Sam to not worry about it. Especially when Sam's powers come back.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Warnings Swearing, mentions of incest but nothing too vulgar.
Notes: Written for the_green_bird for multifan-gift. I hope you enjoy so much. This wasn't easy for me to write... anything Supernatural related isn't, to be honest, so I really hope you're alright with this!
Dean noticed it first. The two were in bed after a long day, limbs tangled around one another in comfort, ignoring the flakes of snow that had fallen during the day outside. Dean knew Sam was spent by the way he was laid out on the bed and had grinned at the time, being perfectly content where he was. Dean had been just about to fall asleep when he noticed the glass of water on Sam's side of the bed. That in itself was nothing unusual, until Dean realized that the glass of water was floating in mid-fucking-air. He had grabbed the glass and set it walked it down into the kitchen of the bunker, not at all surprised when he returns to the room to find Sam awake and rubbing his eyes.
"Whassit?" He yawns, his arms going up in a stretch and the blanket falling slightly from his stomach, showing the trail of hair that leads to Sam's groin. Dean licks his lips before finding his way back into bed, sitting behind Sam and wrapping his legs around Sam's waist. Kissing his neck lightly, trailing his fingers on Sam's stomach, he sighs and shakes his head.
"Don't worry about it, Sammy."
***
Dean also noticed it the second time. It had been a week since the first time and the two of them were at a mall, looking for things to buy for Christmas. They stopped surprising one another with the gifts, since they weren't shopping for anyone else and usually went together. Lately, Sam had been moody and whenever he was moody, things around him would shift, shake and fall. Dean didn't understand, not at first, until he remembered the last time things would shake and shift with Sam.
And currently, while at the mall, shopping for Christmas gifts, Sam was being surrounded by kids toys that were moving and rising and breaking, without any of that supposed to happen. Dean could see the panic in Sam's eyes whenever Sam looked over to him, and Dean let out a sigh, smiling slightly before turning towards Sam and brushing the bangs out of his kid brothers' eyes.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Sammy."
***
Sam noticed it the first, second and third time. He kept quiet about it when it came to telling Dean, because their relationship was just getting to the spot it had been before the powers and the demon blood came originally, and Sam liked where they were. He didn't want to have to go through all of the hell he went through with Dean, again.
So, he kept quiet about the fact that things would float near him. He wished he could tell Dean - he wanted to tell Dean, but he didn't want to deal with Dean reaching his breaking point with him again. Of course, he never realized that by not telling his big brother something, he was making it worse.
The third time Sam noticed his powers were back and in full force, the two of them were on a last-minute hunt. It was freezing out, with only two days before Christmas, and Sam had just been so tired lately. Dean and him were trudging through deep snow trying to make their way back to the impala, when what they were looking for came out of nowhere and knocked Dean into an oncoming vehicle.
Or, well, at least, that's what Sam had seen. The next moment he had blinked, and Dean had been standing in front of him, leaning against the car, a look of worry on his face as his hands were in Sam's jacket.
Huh. Apparently they hadn't even started out for the hunt, yet?
"Sammy, you alright?" Dean eventually questions, worry still all over his face while Sam looks around.
"We need to go back to the Bunker. We can't - we can't do this Hunt, Dean." Sam finds himself murmuring, looking at his brother with wide eyes, making sure he's still there in front of him. He notices Dean looking at him with a furrowed brow before Dean nods.
"You have a vision, then?" Dean asks and Sam blinks in surprise. He thought he did such a good job, hiding the powers that had come back ever since the fake amulet was hung in the car. He can hear Dean let out a chuckle and looks towards his brother, confusion warring on his face.
"Sammy, you weren't exactly the best at keeping your powers a secret," Dean chuckles while stepping closer and placing his hands on Sam's waist. Sam looks down briefly, his cheeks flushed before looking back up at Dean with a small smile.
"When did you figure it out?"
"When you were floating your glass of water after sex," Dean snorts while Sam blushes once more, shaking his head in embarrassment.
"It's because I was happy." Sam says wistfully, staring off past Dean's shoulders, "I felt like - like before all the bad shit between us went down.
Before dad ever died, and before you ever sold your soul. I felt like we were there again," Sam frowns here, noticing that Dean's also frowning, before shaking his head and sighing.
"That's why you never mentioned it, right?" Dean questions after a couple of minutes of pure silence. Sam nods after a few moments, chewing on his bottom lip before going into the car, not wanting to talk about it right then and there.
***
When Dean finally entered the bunker, he made his way to the room that was known as Sam's, but that Sam never slept in, really. He knew his brother wanted to be alone but he also knew that he needed to say what he needed to say to Sam, and soon.
Standing in the entranceway to Sam's room, Dean couldn't help but chuckle at how Sam was sitting on the bed. It was reminiscent of when they were younger, and unable to help himself, Dean found himself kneeling in front of his baby brother, brushing his long hair out of his face.
"Yeah?" Sam whispers, throat dry and eyes red, making Dean frown briefly.
"I felt it too, y'know." Dean whispers back, shifting slightly before sitting on his ass.
"Shit, I can't kneel worth shit anymore." He chuckles, watching as Sam smirks.
"Anyways. I felt happy too, y'know. I know I was an ass, and a dick, and that's all on me. But recently, ever since that play we did a hunt at? I felt like we were finally back to being ourselves, but together. Like nothing could ever break us down again." Dean replies with a shrug, smirking back.
"Yeah?" Sam asks, still smiling.
"Yeah."
"But what if-"
"Sam?" Dean interrupts, looking at him, waiting for Sam to look at him in return. When he does, he lets out a small smile and kisses Sam lightly before saying, "Don't worry 'bout it, Sammy."