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[SUPERNATURAL RPS] - Influence


Author:






orchidea_lover




Title: Yours


Fandom: Supernatural


Characters:
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing:
Dean / Sam

Rating: NC17


Genre:
One-shot, romance, angst
very


Party: 1 / 1

Notes: Gap-filler set in 5x01, immediately after the visit from Chuck. Hopefully, among other things, it was not the only one to notice something different in the hotel room of the boys ... Warning: Slash , wincest, sex between brothers Dedication: A
ladykikuri
who kindly swept into a tunnel of addiction to Supernatural without resistance. XD And my personal Dean, my
Mukuro. Thanks for the support of the latter period, and to keep my share of delusions, including the most sick. : P Your Sammy loves you! (And waiting with great anxiety that plan you know. ♥) Disclaimer: The characters belong to Kripke
, because if they were mine, at this WOULD BE happily together. This does not hold any rights non-profit organization. Summary:
When you do not know how far you are lost, look for an answer can be very painful.
Did we lose all the love that we shared Could Have?
And Its wearing me down, turning me round and Its And I can not find a way now to find it out
( Are You There? - Anathema)
"My dizziness disappeared thanks the simple fact that what I saw was love, the slow agony of a love destroyed. " (
Enduring Love - Ian McEwan) 're really here, Dean? You are here with me ...? The was his body, was his breath, his smell, the shiny thin flash of her eyes open in dim light, when some light passing outside them stroking for a moment. All this was, next door to Sam, in that bed in a hotel in the middle of a world probably close to a premature end. But what I really wanted to ask Sam, had no answer. After all, it was not really necessary, he only had to close my eyes, breathing heavily, take all the courage that he stayed and admit that he already knew: no, Dean was not there, was away in an area far enough from him to avoid having to actually see and touch, not to mention really dovergli. To pretend that those two boys lying nearby, suffocated by their own silence, they were still two of them, still the same Dean and Sam Winchester who had fought together, who loved to poke fun at up to laugh heartily, who had also chased by the beyond the boundaries of death ... and loved far beyond the limit that the rest of the world would have imposed on two brothers. Dean knew how to pretend so well that he had chosen that night to say yes to their question was repeated with each new frightening punctuality stop: "A double bed?". We had thought for a moment, then, with a smile and calmly and with conviction, she said yes. Sam without looking even for a moment, without having to figure out how to enable it to react, what to think. If this had been a step toward him or the last flash of self-preservation of something that was too wounded to survive. Whatever the answer, now lying in the bed, two people who probably had never been farther in their whole life, and Sam felt his heart squeeze in an almost physical pain, realizing that he could not see track to meet Dean, this time not. He had tried to talk to him ... but he could understand every intention of his younger brother just the way he pronounced his name in initiating speech, and had not allowed to go beyond that, "Dean ..." even once. Perhaps because he knew what Sam wanted to tell him, or perhaps because he had no ready answer that would put everything in place. Maybe, just pretend he did not know well enough to respond to his apology, saying something other than "never forgive you" ... Yet even the worst words in the world would have been less terrible than the silence, because would at least mean that Dean was next to him, that his eyes were no longer looking at a blank ceiling, and his heart was no longer so far away from Sam potergli not show what was inside. If you were closer now, in the twilight of the room, in the warmth of a shared bed, perhaps he could bring him back only for a while ', even with all the trouble that cost him groped again to start that conversation. Ever since, a few hours before, had gathered on that plane, every gesture, move or talk, even breathe, Sam seemed to cost an excruciating effort ... had discovered that the air seems more dense, it seems the enemy, who suddenly finds himself plunged into a remorse so great that it can not tolerate himself. He let his eyes wander in the dark for a moment, drawing a deep breath before slowly turning the head to the side, speaking to the brother's property profile. "Dean ..."
"Sam, sleep." The lower eyelids clenched painfully, repressing a sigh bitterly. His voice became more subtle, but not silent. "Dean, listen ..." he tried, but was again interrupted.
"The day the "Lunatic park" or you have not tired enough, Sammy? It seems that we stay on a roller coaster for a while ', so you'd better rest. "A pause, and Dean said in a melancholy tone:" It' s okay, Sam. Go to sleep, okay? " Sam stared at him for a long moment, hesitating, his throat tight with a knot of anxiety. Finally he shook his head, with one click turned on its side and went to Dean, putting her hand on his arm, feeling a tremor of unease horrible realizing that that contact almost stung, as if he felt it no longer had the right to touch it. "Nothing is okay," replied in a broken voice. "We remain here, they both wake up to torment yourself. Dean, please, look at me ... let's talk. We ... There are ... many things that we need to tell us ... "
" It 's a bit late for a heart to heart talk might serve some purpose, is not it? "returned the other, his face still turned to the ceiling, unable to completely hide the gradient caustic in his voice.
Sam's hand on his arm shook with a jolt guilty while the boy looked at his brother close his eyes in a deep breath, frustrated.
"Dean ... I ... "
" Okay, Sammy. "Dean interrupted him again. With a sudden impulse, the more turned his face and finally nailed in her eyes, and grabbed his hand, removing and holding up Sam. With overwhelming force, urged him to lie on his back, and took over him. "If you really do not want to sleep ..." Sam barely had time to ask him to look frightened, before sinking to the Dean's face and mouth on my neck, still clutching his wrist with a and pressing the other hand on her shoulder, poured upon a sudden heat that pinned him. Sam felt the bite and suck the skin as if he wanted to snatch it. "Dean ... no ... What ... no, wait ... stopped ... "Sam groaned, confused. "She 'Shut up, Sam. Do not say anything. "Dean's voice was hoarse panting on her skin, imperious and yet, in some terrible way, even desperate.
"Dean ..." Sam whispered in anguish, and in that Dean stopped abruptly and his face came within inches from that of his brother. His gaze pierced Sam like a sharp knife to the heart center ... Sam stared at his eyes narrow slits in bright, prostrated by the effort to contain the pain, and felt that his breathing was broken in his throat.
"Do not say anything ... Sammy, please ... please ... "I was pleading, her voice so low and muffled sound of a dying breath, and the petition was the only true moment in which Sam could feel it, hear Dean was there, he just returned from the long enough to prove that both were not able to sustain the mutual torment, not yet, not that night. The slow for a time seemed distorted when Dean finally levied closed his eyes, breaking the contact of their looks, and finally grabbed the silence that had given Sam, going down with his mouth on her, drowning in her breath. A kiss where both were lost, unable to delineate the border between the sweetness of mutual love and taste, the bitterness and pain. With eyes closed tight and burning, Sam was overwhelmed by the almost palpable feeling of Dean going off again, the more his warmth filled his mouth, he felt more run away. The tears slid silently to the side of his face, and for a moment he could raise his arms and Dean desperately tight, before disappearing altogether.
panted one of the other in the mouth, eyes still closed. Sam let go of his arms on the bed and felt his willingness to give in to despair. Dean lowered his face on the body of his younger brother, lifting his shirt, feeling that Sam docile to his hands and his will. Fiercely kissed his chest and abdomen, running his feverish hands, which seemed to breathe with the cries of pain, as if he needed to touch him but he's hurt. It was still the same beauty that can lose your head, that he had under him ...
But you're still my Sammy, I'll never be?
"UHG ..." A hoarse moan, and Dean clenched eyelids too late to prevent a tear down on the warm skin that still loved.
How bad are you doing, Dean? How bad have I done? ... Sam felt his chest startled for a moment, in a sob escaped his control.
"times." Murmured the voice scratchy pain of Dean. Sam did not wait to move, her hands rushing the sospinsero the very moment he spoke. Tore away with angry worth every garment, leaving their naked bodies, two's tormented beauty in the gloom.
Sam held his breath and squeezed his fingers convulsively to the sheet, feeling Dean bent over him, that same presence that had brought him membership in the completeness and nights when you were loved and were one.

You're no longer mine, Dean ...
moaned hard, his voice choking on the pillow, when the violent and sudden pain shot through him, tearing his body, taking away the memory of what Dean knew wonderfully prepared to receive its presence within him.
Maybe you were never really mine, Sam ... Another

rebel tear slid on the face of Dean, and his thrusts became stronger, looking with a hint of desperation thirsty love so much bigger than everything else, that only her brother had made him feel . Sam shook and groaned under him, was feeling much pain, yet they asked him to stop ... yet he could not stop ...

... because now, for you are a monster, Dean ...

pillow under Sam's face is wet of her tears the fabric of her moans became incandescent. A cry escaped him stronger from his throat burning, and the next moment she felt that the world stopped, the room stops spinning. Pain let go.

... but for me you'll always be my brother, Sam ...

Breathing deeply, the body still tense, Dean came to him with an unexpected gentleness, and laid his forehead on his back. Sam felt the quakes and tremors path to light, and his breathing betrayed tears.
"Sorry, Sammy." She whispered in a low voice so weak that it was not even sure I was heard. Without waiting for an answer, stood in the shadows and disappeared behind the closed door of the bathroom.

Sam stood motionless, his face dropped on the pillow, his eyes looked into nothing and saw only mask the pain of Dean, in that single moment where he could watch it really. His breathing slowly calmed down and relaxed her limbs in an exhausted abandonment.

No. .. I'm sorry you, Dean ... I'm sorry for everything ...

The tears do not dry yet.
Sam slowly reached out a hand, holding his fingers on the pillow beside her, as if it were a pretext not to fall into thinking that Dean was now too far back to be able to achieve. Too far to ever be his.

But I ... I will always be yours, Dean.


Under the violent jet shower, Dean remained motionless for a long, a clenched fist against the wall, eyes closed and a stone in his chest. They had lost ... what they had agreed to be wrong, immoral, what the rest of the world could not understand but that they would defend against anyone because no one knew what they had spent together and what they had suffered for a l & rsquo ; others, would really dare to call them "wrong" ... They had tried to claw back and now knew was lost. Dean came out of the shower with the slow steps a hollow body with a soul away. When he lifted his face toward the mirror, his eyes rested on the metal dripping pendant hanging from his neck. Do not drop anything, not even when he had nothing on him ... We ran his fingers slowly, as he felt a more lively beat to remind him that he still had a beating heart. His eyes narrowed as if they were questioning the image in the mirror, and flat, almost by stealth, brought both hands on the leather string, trying to lift it. The discomfort pressed his chest in an instant, suddenly making him feel just as lost ... Dean's lips stretched in made a smile of nostalgia and sadness, as he left the amulet and you fall back on was pressing a hand, holding his chest. No, maybe it was not really lost, maybe it was just much harder to find than he had hoped. Perhaps, although it was not certain of being able to reach again, somewhere still existed. closed his eyes and sighed deeply and continued to make the pendant, and with it a certainty that he could keep still.

I will always be yours, Sammy.