Blinding. Almost. for spn_30snapshots
Title: Blinding. Almost.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #11, light
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: It's not real, but it's good enough.
There couldn't be any other explanation. It had to be something like a dream, or a spell, or one of those memories that you let yourself get caught up into without meaning for it to happen.
This was an old one. Real old.
"This is the best, Dean. Thanks."
And just like that, Sammy's arms were thrown around him. Like they were then, when they were kids, and neither of them felt any shame in it, holding onto each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Then there were the lights. The night was pitch black, until they changed it, the two of them, turning the sky into a show, a million colors, no one else around to see. Because it wasn't for anyone else, it was just for Dean and Sam.
One after another, the colors streaked across the sky, and Dean saw something he'd almost forgotten about. Sam's smile. The real, true, happy, not-weighted-down-by-anything grin, as he jumped around and reveled in this Independance Day ritual, so natural for other kids, so forbidden for the two of them.
The light seeped into Dean's soul, and he was determined to never let it go.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #11, light
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: It's not real, but it's good enough.
There couldn't be any other explanation. It had to be something like a dream, or a spell, or one of those memories that you let yourself get caught up into without meaning for it to happen.
This was an old one. Real old.
"This is the best, Dean. Thanks."
And just like that, Sammy's arms were thrown around him. Like they were then, when they were kids, and neither of them felt any shame in it, holding onto each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Then there were the lights. The night was pitch black, until they changed it, the two of them, turning the sky into a show, a million colors, no one else around to see. Because it wasn't for anyone else, it was just for Dean and Sam.
One after another, the colors streaked across the sky, and Dean saw something he'd almost forgotten about. Sam's smile. The real, true, happy, not-weighted-down-by-anything grin, as he jumped around and reveled in this Independance Day ritual, so natural for other kids, so forbidden for the two of them.
The light seeped into Dean's soul, and he was determined to never let it go.