Sam nestles into Dean's chest. Dean threads his fingers through Sammy's hair as he rests his head on his shoulder. He'd tried hard to give him the childhood he deserved, but it had been impossible. Still, he didn't regret having been there for him, and his memories shift, going from the few good memories he had with his father to some of his fondest memories growing up. Every one of those had involved Sammy.
Sam's voice is quiet in the still room as he asks softly, "Did I ever say thanks?"
Dean grins. "Yeah," he answers although there have been times when he's mistakenly thought Sam hadn't been thankful at all. There had also been times he'd wondered at the twists and turns their relationship had taken. He tried hard to fight the feelings he had for his little brother, but when Sammy had kissed him, it had all been over. He sighs with the memory.
Sam turns his head and kisses his wrist. "No regrets," he tells him.
"Yeah? Really?" Dean's voice is a snide retort, but Sam nods.
"Any other road," he tells him, "wouldn't've gotten us here."
"I wouldn't've left ya, Sam." A moment of remembrance passes between them as they both remember the one time Dean did, but Sammy doesn't call him on it. "Not for long."
He strokes his hair again, and Sammy burrows his face into his chest. "I know," he replies softly, and for a moment, Dean is reminded of how much the younger boy needed him, how much he still needs him, and, in turn, how much Dean needs him.
His voice is tight with contained emotion as he whispers back, "I love you, Sam."
"Love you, too, Dean," he whispers back, and they stay like that all the night, Dean dressed in his father's jacket and holding tight and comforting to his baby brother. When the morning light finds them, they're both asleep, and they sleep for a while longer before getting back on the road always together, two brothers, two halves of one whole, who will never leave each other again.
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Re: Dean/Sam: Winchester Memories 1/2
Date: 2015-06-14 09:36 am (UTC)Sam nestles into Dean's chest. Dean threads his fingers through Sammy's hair as he rests his head on his shoulder. He'd tried hard to give him the childhood he deserved, but it had been impossible. Still, he didn't regret having been there for him, and his memories shift, going from the few good memories he had with his father to some of his fondest memories growing up. Every one of those had involved Sammy.
Sam's voice is quiet in the still room as he asks softly, "Did I ever say thanks?"
Dean grins. "Yeah," he answers although there have been times when he's mistakenly thought Sam hadn't been thankful at all. There had also been times he'd wondered at the twists and turns their relationship had taken. He tried hard to fight the feelings he had for his little brother, but when Sammy had kissed him, it had all been over. He sighs with the memory.
Sam turns his head and kisses his wrist. "No regrets," he tells him.
"Yeah? Really?" Dean's voice is a snide retort, but Sam nods.
"Any other road," he tells him, "wouldn't've gotten us here."
"I wouldn't've left ya, Sam." A moment of remembrance passes between them as they both remember the one time Dean did, but Sammy doesn't call him on it. "Not for long."
He strokes his hair again, and Sammy burrows his face into his chest. "I know," he replies softly, and for a moment, Dean is reminded of how much the younger boy needed him, how much he still needs him, and, in turn, how much Dean needs him.
His voice is tight with contained emotion as he whispers back, "I love you, Sam."
"Love you, too, Dean," he whispers back, and they stay like that all the night, Dean dressed in his father's jacket and holding tight and comforting to his baby brother. When the morning light finds them, they're both asleep, and they sleep for a while longer before getting back on the road always together, two brothers, two halves of one whole, who will never leave each other again.
The End