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samdean_otp is having an Eight Days of Wincest challenge. Be sure to go over there and join the celebration! Here, have a drabble…
Season One
This is what Dean wanted. What he’s dreamt of, waking with a burst of relief only to realize he’s alone. What he’s longed for, in every way he shouldn’t. Sam is riding shotgun, filling the empty space on the Impala’s leather seat, in the depths of Dean’s heart. Sam is tall and strong, his jaw set with the determination that Dean remembers.
The glow of a streetlamp washes over Sam as they drive; Dean can see his brother’s throat work, stubbornly fighting back a sob. Dean feels the ache in his own. Not like this, he thinks. Not like this.
And this was my first Season 1/Stanford based fic, quite a few years ago now. Time flies! The Ghost of Somebody At His Side
Happy birthday, Show!
samdean_otp is having an Eight Days of Wincest challenge. Be sure to go over there and join the celebration! Here, have a drabble…Season One
This is what Dean wanted. What he’s dreamt of, waking with a burst of relief only to realize he’s alone. What he’s longed for, in every way he shouldn’t. Sam is riding shotgun, filling the empty space on the Impala’s leather seat, in the depths of Dean’s heart. Sam is tall and strong, his jaw set with the determination that Dean remembers.
The glow of a streetlamp washes over Sam as they drive; Dean can see his brother’s throat work, stubbornly fighting back a sob. Dean feels the ache in his own. Not like this, he thinks. Not like this.
And this was my first Season 1/Stanford based fic, quite a few years ago now. Time flies! The Ghost of Somebody At His Side
Happy birthday, Show!
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Date: 2013-09-14 01:30 am (UTC)Let me just say, for approximately the ten thousandth time: OH BOYS.
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Date: 2013-09-14 05:16 am (UTC)Dean feels the ache in his own. Not like this, he thinks. Not like this.
Ahhh my heart. Thanks for this, it's really gorgeous. <3
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Date: 2013-09-14 07:07 am (UTC)The Ghost of Somebody At His Side--what the heck!! I'm mortified that as many times as I've read this I never left a comment and I absolutely adore this story!
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Date: 2013-09-14 09:19 am (UTC)I think that fits for a lot of what happened to them during the last 8 years. Oh boys.
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Date: 2013-09-14 02:17 pm (UTC)Love the way you put your finger on that moment.
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Date: 2022-02-20 09:49 am (UTC)Drabbles pack in so much emotion into a very small space. I love these snap shots here and the running theme.
This first one I love the line about Sam willing the empty spaces and the desperate relief that brings. But already that final line of ‘not like this’ is haunting 🤗