They’re hugging like brothers, and Sam feels the truth of his brother’s love in the grip of Dean’s strong fingers around his neck, the possessive press of his other hand to the curve of Sam’s spine. Benny doesn’t get this; not this, not Dean’s cheek damp against Sam’s.
Sam’s other hand wraps around Dean’s back and pulls him in even closer, no space between them. His fingers slip beneath the warm leather of Dean’s belt just barely, and Dean shivers the way Amelia never did.
Nothing and no one will ever have what they have together, now if show would just remember it.
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They’re hugging like brothers, and Sam feels the truth of his brother’s love in the grip of Dean’s strong fingers around his neck, the possessive press of his other hand to the curve of Sam’s spine. Benny doesn’t get this; not this, not Dean’s cheek damp against Sam’s.
Sam’s other hand wraps around Dean’s back and pulls him in even closer, no space between them. His fingers slip beneath the warm leather of Dean’s belt just barely, and Dean shivers the way Amelia never did.
Nothing and no one will ever have what they have together, now if show would just remember it.