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tamingthemuseTitle: Never Let You Fall
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of owning them.
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: #142 - Flummox
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean (Sam/Dean if you want to see it that way)
Spoilers: Season 4
Summary: The handprint on his arm is where the Angel raised him from the Pit, but the tattoo, that tattoo matches Sam’s exactly showing that it’s still Dean, it’s still his brother.
Author’s Notes: I asked my flist what fandom I should write in for this week and Supernatural won so here it is, enjoy :D
When I see your smile
Tears run down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
He was dead for over four months and Sam had been on his own. He had gotten used to hunting on his own, he gotten used to sleeping on his own, and he gotten used to being alone. It didn’t need to be that way. Bobby had pushed to stay close but Sam had slammed that door firmly and ran. For months he kept running, he caught himself off from anyone that would know, from anyone that would tell him they were sorry.
He didn’t want sorry.
He wanted his brother back.
But months passed and he had to give up, Dean wasn’t coming back, there was nothing he could do and the cold seeped around him wrapping around his body every night.
He lost control. Even he knew it. He cut all ties with Bobby, and he hunted. He hunted everything he could find that could lead him to Lilith. He also did the exact things his brother had told him not to, consorting with demons, building up his psychic powers, and putting the IPod jack in the Impala.
He drank too. He wasn’t proud of that either but he did what he had to to go on living.
Then Dean was back and he was warm, and bright, and broken. He was there. In the car behind the wheel again, across from him in the dinner. Sam could hear his voice, that low rumble throughout his whole boy and he could fell his heat. That very skin that had been stiff and cold in his arms for almost a day before Bobby had forced him to let go. He had worn his brother’s blood on his skin for almost a month before Bobby had thrown him outside and took the hose to him.
Dean was back though. He was alive and unmarred and Sam was still trying to wrap his head around that, around the fact that his big brother was once again sleeping in the bed next to him. He could see the steady rise and fall of Dean’s chest as he breathed. Sam’s eyes mapped the contours of that now nearly mark less body.
The handprint on his arm is where the Angel raised him from the Pit, but the tattoo, that tattoo matches Sam’s exactly showing that it’s still Dean, it’s still his brother. He’s back and Sam will do anything to make sure he doesn’t get ripped away. He failed once already, he promised Dean he would find him a way out of the deal and he failed. He had screwed up, dropped the ball, flummoxed royally. He couldn’t do it again. He lived for four months without his brother and he just couldn’t go through that again.
Dean wouldn’t understand. But for Sam to be strong enough this time around he needs to stop pussy footing around and get a handle on his demonic gifts. If he has any hope of fighting Lilith and keeping what he has left of his family together he needs to step up his game.
As long as Dean is with him he can handle it, with his brother by his side again he can do anything.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of owning them.
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: #142 - Flummox
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean (Sam/Dean if you want to see it that way)
Spoilers: Season 4
Summary: The handprint on his arm is where the Angel raised him from the Pit, but the tattoo, that tattoo matches Sam’s exactly showing that it’s still Dean, it’s still his brother.
Author’s Notes: I asked my flist what fandom I should write in for this week and Supernatural won so here it is, enjoy :D
Tears run down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
He was dead for over four months and Sam had been on his own. He had gotten used to hunting on his own, he gotten used to sleeping on his own, and he gotten used to being alone. It didn’t need to be that way. Bobby had pushed to stay close but Sam had slammed that door firmly and ran. For months he kept running, he caught himself off from anyone that would know, from anyone that would tell him they were sorry.
He didn’t want sorry.
He wanted his brother back.
But months passed and he had to give up, Dean wasn’t coming back, there was nothing he could do and the cold seeped around him wrapping around his body every night.
He lost control. Even he knew it. He cut all ties with Bobby, and he hunted. He hunted everything he could find that could lead him to Lilith. He also did the exact things his brother had told him not to, consorting with demons, building up his psychic powers, and putting the IPod jack in the Impala.
He drank too. He wasn’t proud of that either but he did what he had to to go on living.
Then Dean was back and he was warm, and bright, and broken. He was there. In the car behind the wheel again, across from him in the dinner. Sam could hear his voice, that low rumble throughout his whole boy and he could fell his heat. That very skin that had been stiff and cold in his arms for almost a day before Bobby had forced him to let go. He had worn his brother’s blood on his skin for almost a month before Bobby had thrown him outside and took the hose to him.
Dean was back though. He was alive and unmarred and Sam was still trying to wrap his head around that, around the fact that his big brother was once again sleeping in the bed next to him. He could see the steady rise and fall of Dean’s chest as he breathed. Sam’s eyes mapped the contours of that now nearly mark less body.
The handprint on his arm is where the Angel raised him from the Pit, but the tattoo, that tattoo matches Sam’s exactly showing that it’s still Dean, it’s still his brother. He’s back and Sam will do anything to make sure he doesn’t get ripped away. He failed once already, he promised Dean he would find him a way out of the deal and he failed. He had screwed up, dropped the ball, flummoxed royally. He couldn’t do it again. He lived for four months without his brother and he just couldn’t go through that again.
Dean wouldn’t understand. But for Sam to be strong enough this time around he needs to stop pussy footing around and get a handle on his demonic gifts. If he has any hope of fighting Lilith and keeping what he has left of his family together he needs to step up his game.
As long as Dean is with him he can handle it, with his brother by his side again he can do anything.
