This is the second time I've commented on one of your stories to say that this is just about my favorite thing ever and I'm sorry to be redundant, but: This is just about my favorite thing ever. I absolutely loved it.
Usually fics with this much tension involve some sort of mortal dangers to out beloved character but you had me literally holding my breath over whether or not Dean would actually kiss Sam and what would make it happen. *swoon*
He shuffles closer on his knees, so close he can feel the puff of Sam’s breath against his face as he leans in, smell the familiar scent of baby shampoo and ivory soap and Sam, and he drinks it up, letting it make his eyes water with the goodness of it, trying to breathe his brother in so deeply he’ll always be there. Even when he’s not. That's just beautiful. All those little details, utterly perfect.
They’re standing so close their foreheads bump, and Sam’s lips press to his own thumb, awkward and hesitant as he says his brother’s name again, shaking as he backs up and moves away, and Dean realizes there’s nothing else to say. *swooons*
Dean cranes his head back enough to meet his brother’s eyes, sparkling with mischief and drug-dilated, and can’t help but smile at the way Sam looks so easy now, loose and lost in the moment. I can envision this so clearly it's like a movie playing in my head.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2010-11-12 01:40 am (UTC)This is just about my favorite thing ever. I absolutely loved it.
Usually fics with this much tension involve some sort of mortal dangers to out beloved character but you had me literally holding my breath over whether or not Dean would actually kiss Sam and what would make it happen. *swoon*
He shuffles closer on his knees, so close he can feel the puff of Sam’s breath against his face as he leans in, smell the familiar scent of baby shampoo and ivory soap and Sam, and he drinks it up, letting it make his eyes water with the goodness of it, trying to breathe his brother in so deeply he’ll always be there. Even when he’s not.
That's just beautiful. All those little details, utterly perfect.
They’re standing so close their foreheads bump, and Sam’s lips press to his own thumb, awkward and hesitant as he says his brother’s name again, shaking as he backs up and moves away, and Dean realizes there’s nothing else to say.
*swooons*
Dean cranes his head back enough to meet his brother’s eyes, sparkling with mischief and drug-dilated, and can’t help but smile at the way Sam looks so easy now, loose and lost in the moment.
I can envision this so clearly it's like a movie playing in my head.
Thank you. :)