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[Supernatural] My two babies


Author:




orchidea_lover


Title:
I will not let you go Fandom: Supernatural
Characters:
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing:
Dean / Sam

Rating: PG13


Genre:
One-shot, romance, angst

Party: 1 / 1
Notes:
Set in some unspecified point in the beginning of the third season (so spoilers for those who did not reach us). Written for the Mixed Doubles Festival of
ff_serietv_ita . Prompt: Drunk Warning: Mild Language, Slash, Wincest, sorrow in spades ... Dedication: A


babycin
, thanks for the encouragement and enthusiasm, you helped me to get to the end! ♥ Disclaimer:
Sam and Dean belong to each other to Kripke, and I do not hold any right over them, but I pass the time with pleasure because I love them. This work is not done for profit.

Now I have nothing, I have nothing to lose
But the pain and misery of losing you And I really can not see me pulling through ( To Catch a Thief - Agua de Annique)
Demons at intersections ... Pacts with the Devil ... Leaning with his back against the headboard of the bed, Sam wearily pressed his fingers on the eyelids, before returning to focus on the page. For days, consumed hours and hours on that book, reading and rereading, analyzing each step, with the constant fear that something might escape. Despite the Bobby's skepticism, in that moment he had no track on which to work and staying with our hands as time slipped away as fast as he had never seen before, was in danger of going crazy.
The motel room was plunged into a silence punctuated only by her breathing and the rustle of the pages. Sam would not have expected to see his brother before dell'indomani morning, and jumped up startled when the door suddenly flew open, letting in a Dean definitely excited. "Good evening, brother," cried with a loud voice, dangling inside, still attached by a hand to the knob. Sam hastily closed the book and rose to his feet. "What are you doing here already?! I thought you said you want to spend all night
fun ... " Dean stood for a moment staring at him, and Sam felt that his balance betrayed some confusion. The next moment, the more closed the door shut badly. "Yeah, well, you know what? There are not enough cute chicks in this place! Tomorrow morning we raise the curtain! "Dean yelled at a volume that clearly escaped his control. Sam saw him advance into the room with dangerously uncertain pace and managed just in time to support it on the fly when she saw him stagger and risk ruining ingloriously on the floor. Dean moaned a laugh, leaning over him. "Well, that's how you should accept your brother coming back, Sammy!" Sam sighed reproachfully, but also a bit of concern. Unlike him, Dean held up remarkably well as alcohol ... to get to fall in that state, he must have exaggerated a lot. "Tomorrow morning is already so if you manage to get out of bed. You're drunk! How the hell did you drink, Dean? "" How the hell I please, mommy! And 'one of the advantages of not knowing what to do with a healthy liver, "Dean muttered, pushing away without too much energy. Sam felt the sting chest pain, those words and glanced at an angle. "Do not make me laugh." He answered seriously. Dean raised his arms with a smile clouded. "Because you're a boring and pedantic curmudgeon who does not appreciate my humor adorable!" Laughed loudly, turning on itself to find the direction of the bed, forcing Sam to support it again when the movement had it swaying dangerously. "Now stop it to say stupid things and get to bed before you pass out or throw up on him." Sam sighed, annoyed. He tried to push gently, but Dean's suddenly opposed rigid resistance. Sam looked down, following the direction in which Dean had been staring at something. Smothered curse realizing that the major had dropped his eyes on the book remained on his bed. Dean nodded a laugh low and husky, moving away from him and coming to sit heavily on the mattress, then grab the volume. "So is this? E 'for this? "He asked staring at the book. His voice had suddenly taken a touch hoarse that made Sam feel a deep unease.
"What is this ?..." he asked Dean uncertain, without peering closer. Suddenly, Dean violently threw the book away, and Sam picked up a pair of eyes blazing. "'s why you seem almost happy to get rid of me as often as possible?! E ' to make your own damn research, is that suddenly you know that I fuck me a bitch I happen to shoot any?! 'S why you keep telling me yes without batting an eyelid, instead of ... "He paused, staring at the bewildered expression of Sam. Slowly, he lowered his head, while a bitter laugh shook the shoulders. "What the fuck am I saying ... I think I really drank too much ... "she whispered, laughing again, his voice trembled slightly. Almost stunned by what Dean had screamed her, Sam finds it hard to move for a moment. It was when Dean hit the mattress with a weak hand, that you recovered and approached him, sedendogli next. She took him gently by the shoulders, lowering his face to look for her. "Instead of ... what? Dean, if you want to say something, do it. Please. "He murmured. That his brother had been drinking excessively was no doubt, but if he had led for a time to speak frankly, to share a burden with him, would not be a completely useless crap. Slowly, Dean raised his head, and Sam had the impression that his eyes already transparencies for alcohol, had made more swollen. The Major shrugged shoulders, securing it with a smile that conveyed a sadness in Sam quivering. "Instead of telling me ... that time I have left I spend it with you, Sammy ... "he said. Sam dropped his arms slowly, barely supporting his brother's gaze. He felt a sudden knot shake his throat, and a powerful shot beating heart. Pain that could in some way to be heartbreaking and sweet at the same time.
"Dean ..." he whispered, not knowing really what to add the name of his brother, perhaps only the following need to hear it vibrate between the lips. Dean leaned toward him.
"I'll leave it to you do, Sam, how many times must I repeat it? "he heartfelt tone, getting closer and closer to his younger brother as he spoke. "Do not let you cancel the pact will not let you die for no reason at all," he said, and for a moment remained silent, staring deeply. "You will have ...
need, right, Sammy? Need to try, is not it? Even if you know it will be impossible, unless you try it you hate it?! If you let me go ... "Dean suddenly grabbed him by the arms. "Well, then hates me, "he cried. "He hates me for stopping you, he hates me because I want you to stay, do it, Sam! But damn it, accept it! Accept it for once! Will not you let me go? Well, then next time tell me to stay with you, damn it! Tell me not to walk out that door, tell me not to wait for death into bed with a bloody strange! Tell me that my place is with you, Sam, "cried with all the breath he had. Sam had time to see a tear trembling in his eyelashes before Dean pulled him forcefully towards you, bringing your hands through his hair, clutching convulsively while grabbing her lips, pouring into a single kiss all the pain, fear and despair that had never been able to tell him and that he would reveal no more, no way, not by force with them to him now that he was pouring in every drop of flavor in each puff of breath. And Sam could not help but tighten it and support it as he felt that little by little the Dean slumped on him, his fingers lost power and glided slowly through her hair. Hot Lips broke out of his mouth, leaving one last moment of their flavor. Beer, anger. Love. With a single sigh thin, Dean dropped completely on him, his forehead on his shoulder, closing her eyes heavily, without saying or hearing anything. Sam left the second pass, the passing odiandone abbandonandovisi yet, leaving that everything's slipping in and crush the soul crushing as that of Dean. I held her, bending his face on his neck, looking for his heat in which to drop burning tears too. His voice blew gently on the skin of his brother, trembling slightly. "I want you to stay with me, Dean. I want you to not go out that door. I want you to ... does not come out of this world ... Your place is with me. And I will not let you go. I will not let go ... "