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Dean is pretty sure he's dreaming, or maybe going insane, or possibly dead and back in hell.
And again Sam is cramped into the elevator with Dean. Not cramped per se, per cramped in the sense that Sam could just reach over and stop the elevator between floors and play out the fantasy that has been running through his head for the last three days. The one where Dean sinks to his knees and...ok stop it Sam, concentrate.
So as soon as this episode aired I promised myself I wouldn't do this. But savingfaith333 told me to. *facepalm* I have never written crack!fic before and PLEASE take this as crack! Well it started out as crakc and now I have come to the conclusion that I can't write light hearted Wincest. So anyway...here we go. Re-write of Its A Terrible Life so spoiler warning if you haven't seen it.
Happy (Early) Birthday necro_omen13 you sweetheart. Hope you like it! *cuddles*
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the_last_shadow serendip50 asked for a sequel and now it has turned into a multi chapter thingy because its still not finished yet. So...blame her. I do. It takes a moment for reality to sink in after Sam awoke, feeling warm and safe but with a niggling feeling of something at the back of his mind. Like waking up with the remnants of a dream still lurking, clouding your sleep hazy vision, taunting you as you try to chase them, skipping out of your memory the more awake you get.
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Fire, screaming, blood. Its always the way with them. With the hunts they do, and more times that not, Sam feels like its this way between them, and he hates it. Hates it when Dean looks at him with fear in his eyes, like he doesn't know him anymore, hates it when Dean can't even bring himself to look at him, a brief flicking of his gaze, a cursory glance, just to makes sure that Sammy is still there.
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Sam can practically hear the clock ticking in his brain, tick tock tick tock, and it is killing him. He keeps stealing glances at Dean, watching him, making sure he hasn't been taken from him too early, trying to memorise every single detail of his face, and in private moments, his body, running fingers over scars, over muscles and skin, committing everything to memory.
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Tied Me Over
Title taken from Rob Thomas's song, Ever The Same. “You may need me to carry all your weight, but you're no burden I assure. You tied me over, with a warmth I'll not forget, but I can only give you love...”.
In the Pilot episode, Dean says to Sam that he hasn't bothered him for 2 years, but Sam has been at college for 4 years. This is my take on what happened 2 years before the Pilot episode.
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"Borrowed" some dialogue from Bedtime Stories.
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“I don't understand Dean, why not?” Sam sounds angry, even to his own ears he can hear that, but he wants nothing more than for Dean to pull the car over and just talk to him, let him explain, make Dean see his point.
Sam has lost track of time. It could have been hours, it could have been days since he was searching the garden with Dean and now he had no idea where he was, floating or so it seems, in a sea of uncertainty and darkness, the metaphor sounded strange even in his head. Dean.
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Even then Dean knew they were special words, words which had a certain power to them, a certain truth, to be used carefully and wisely. Leaning over baby Sammy's crib, listening out for Daddy in the other room, tears in his eyes, bottle clutched in his hand, snoring softly, Dean kissed Sammy on the forehead, breathing in the lingering scent on mommy that clung to Sam.
Mommy had always whispered the words to Dean and now mommy wasn't here, Dean knew he'd do it for Sam, would take care of Sam.
“I love you Sammy, angels are watching over you.”
Sam doesn't know why he agreed to this.
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Sam takes the coffee proffered by his brother, smiles at him as his fingers touch his, another secret touch shielded from Bobby by gruff words, or no words at all. But the smile he sends Dean is all for Dean.
Sam has decided that he hates himself. Not only is he in so far over his head, having no way, no idea, no notion, of even where to start to get Dean out of this mess that their lives have become. But he practically shoved his feelings and his sick obsession on his already broken brother.
Sam hasn't thought this through, he realises this as Dean looks at him over the kitchen table strewn with text books, books that look older than any Sam has ever seen, even in the Stanford Library. Hasn't thought through what to do now he's here, starting at his brother across a table in the kitchen of a house he has no memory but knows, like the back of his hand, like the lines of Dean face.
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Tir na nOg is the Land of Youth in Fairy Folklore.
The Unseelie Court consists of malicious and evilly-inclined fairies. They usually appear at night. Unlike the Seelie Court who appear at Twilight and are helpful to humans.
Morgan Le Fey is a character from Arthurian legends, her name gives reference to her supposed connection to the fairie world.
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