Upside - Round # 2 Title: Upside - Round # 2
Party: 2 / 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.
Paringa : Dean / Sam
Rating: R +?
Words: 1448 (W)
Genre: Angst , romantic (?)
Prompt: Drunk
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bingo_italia Disclaimer: Sam and Dean belong to those who
created them, and unfortunately I am not one of those xD
Notes: Collachio We believe more or less in the first season or so, but in general is far-fetched xD
Finally there was also the second part ... but perhaps it was better not happen xD I hope you appreciate the \u0026lt;3
Dean spends all the next morning looking for Sam, neglecting the hunt for the demon that has brought in that horrible town. Nails when suddenly sees his brother's high profile stand out among the people on the sidewalk. Dean drops quickly from the car and called him. Sam not running, although it certainly has heard. The more angry snorts and runs after locking the arm.
-What do you want? - Ask Sam, jerking his arm away from the wall of his brother.
-Take you to the motel, to finish this damn game and get out of this place .- Dean sincere answers, ignoring the poisonous tone in which he had been asked the question.
Sam raises his eyebrows and glances of defiance. -What! You do not want to see your girlfriend? - Says, feigning surprise. It is at this point that Dean lost patience again.
-Stop with this story! Of People are dying here, Sam, and you put the first woman to make jealous. What the fuck you not care if I fuck you or another whore?! -
Of Passersby are shot by Dean scream, some giggling and some old woman looks at them puzzled. Sam's face turns red, clenches his fists and teeth, and a fraction of a second after that Dean has closed the mouth, the knuckles of his right hand up against the mouth of his brother, which ends on the ground. Dean put his hand to his mouth and watch his fingers covered with blood, then looks up at his brother, breathing heavily, raising and lowering the shoulders, as if he had run a marathon, and then lower it again on his fingers.
-You are crazy .- incredulous whispers, loud enough to be sure that Sam will feel.
He rises from the ground and rushes to get into the car. Press the foot on the accelerator pedal without looking back even once.
Sam instead follow the black car with his eyes until it disappears around the corner, then looks at his hand in pain for having butted against the hard bones of the skull of Dean. Maybe it's crazy. But definitely not a whore. And it hurts to know that when he thought Dean considers him such.
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After two days, fuckin 'quarantottore where Dean has no news of Sam. The crazy thing is likely to do so. Once the lip has stopped throbbing with pain and anger has diminished, he called to the phone, one, two, three, ten times ... After hearing the phone ring vacuum once again declined. But, hell, for when I get Sammy to be idiot-and it has become-and how his little brother and always has to take care him. It 's normal to be worried, right? Who sat up every time he hears footsteps outside the door of the room? Steps that fail, much to the chagrin of Dean, surpassing the wooden door of their room. The all seems a painful flashback a few years ago, when Sam had left after a stupid fight with my father and had not returned any more. The idea that it can ricapitare, who might lose his family again, Dean is unacceptable .
three o'clock in the morning stop hoping that Sam will do live that night, but is prepared to go to bed very slowly. When out of the bathroom, wearing an old torn shirt and shorts on the neck, it hangs. Is anyone out the door. It recognizes the sound of a key that is stuck in a bad way in the door and it's turned evil and too forcefully. The man who is trying to get cursed and Dean, with enormous relief, recognizes the mouth of Sam. Now he must decide whether to give him only so many kick ass make him turn purple or embrace him. He takes a stand at the door, legs slightly apart, arms crossed and looking grim, probably at that moment is the spitting image of their father ... - Sam and expects to open the door. When he finally succeeds, Dean only has time to notice the bright eyes and red of Sam, her lips moist and to understand that his brother is drunk, why then is pushed violently against the wall and immobilized by the weight of his brother pressed against him.
-Sam, what the fuck are doing! - Dried exclaims, trying to push it away with discharge results.
-You have to listen to me ... - Sam mutters, with the typical spoken drunk.
-Maybe when you're sober, eh .-
-No! - Thunders the child directly into the ear of Dean. -You have to listen to me now, fuck .-
Dean resigned sighs and relaxes against the wall, hoping that the elbow of Sam, who knows how to press against his sternum, the face just as well not resisting. Sam claws the edges of his shirt with his fingers and buries his face in the crook of his neck. Dean is puzzled, not knowing what to do.
-Why do not you understand? - Sam whispers, her voice broken.
remain silent for a minute, the blond confused, unable to utter a word and the child breathing plane on Dean's neck and moves his fingers on the cloth worn the shirt of his brother.
-Did you fucking .- He finally says, raising his head to look Dean in the eye.
Sam's hair is tousled, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted and his eyes pleading ... Dean can not help but find it beautiful.
-I know Whispers .- Major, realizing idiocy of the response only when it was too late.
No, you do not know! - Geme Sam away from him, finally leaving him free to move.
But Dean remains motionless and confused.
-not what you think! - Sam opens his arms and looks bored, reading the confusion in the face of his brother. "It is not a physical thing ... it is ... ... - Storch mouth and looks away, as if searching for words not found among the furniture of the room. -It 's this - he finally says, putting a hand on her chest and placing the open palm over the heart. -You got me fucked up here .-
If Dean was not so much upset, burst out laughing because of the stupidity of the words of his brother, but she fixed her eyes wide.
-I love you, Dean .-
And more then knows he must take a decision: either he does pass out by dint of kisses or slaps so deeply that take your breath away. In his mind is fully aware of what he wants to do, and what scares him enough to keep him rooted to the spot. Sam comes close to him again, time is slowly, steps, even if shuffling measured. Dean takes the necklace in his hands-the same series that gave him so many Christmases ago, as a silent thank you for being there always, and hopes that his own words has made sure that this is the time Dean leaves him.
But Dean is not going to go away and see his brother play with the necklace and watch a pleading look so to make her liquid green eyes, makes him remember when you were created by small huts made of sheets and pillows, because the angles of the horse motel room, where the light did not come, Sammy terrorized. Do you remember the feeling of the body pressed against his brother when it was smaller. It also recalls the words of Sam whispered in her ear while clutching rifles cold iron that never seemed to warm up. An 'I love you' uttered by a frightened boy of fourteen he had never considered ...
E ' Sam , Shithead, it's Sam. It is said , angry with himself because the words are still not out of his dry throat . It 'the only one for which you give your life, is the ' one for you.
-.- Also I finally Dean whispers, hoarsely.
Sam looks at him as if he saw her lips move, but he did not understand what he said.
-I love you, Sam .- says the blond, with a firm voice, releasing a sigh that he had not noticed that he held back and relaxing tense muscles.
Starts to say something but his mouth is plugged from that of Sam, who covers it with his kissing deeply. Giggle, tripping over their feet as they walked toward the bed, where you drop both.
They make ' love, and Sam can hear the clear difference in touch by Dean on his body, his eyes moved and excited and as slow as it gets, as if that would never end. Sam is quiet at last and finally know. He knows that Dean is his. And 'his brother, is her lover, is her best friend. Simply, it is her.
It can not wish for the world.
