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runedgirlFic title: The Ugliest Dog In The World
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runedgirl
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Word count: 600
Summary: For the prompt “When they are apart, either or both of them almost text the other so many times. But there are reasons not.” It came out angsty.
A/N: Second fill of four for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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They text a lot of dumb shit to each other now, whenever they’re apart. Grocery reminder lists. Coordinates and meeting plans. The latest case findings. Random insults.
It’s unusual for them to be separated for more than a day, and inevitably when it happens and Sam crawls into bed knowing Dean isn’t down the hall or across the room, he wants to grab his phone and text his brother. Most of the time, he doesn’t do it. Too many memories of those years they were apart for so long, too many nights when Sam would lie awake and wish he’d hear the vibration of his phone on the night stand, the longing to be close to his brother overwhelming. That separation was like tearing himself in two, breaking away from the person he’d been attached at the hip to his entire life.
But sometimes it’s separation that brings your feelings into closer focus. They’re more careful now, understanding the risk.
* * *
2:13 am. Stanford. Sam’s dark and silent dorm room.
D: You awake?
S: No.
D: Bitch.
S: Jerk.
Pause. Sam stares at the phone screen. Pokes at it, like that will make his brother text something back. He’s almost given up when the vibration almost makes him drop it.
D: I saw the ugliest dog in the world today.
Sam smiles.
S: How do you know it’s the ugliest?
The next vibration shows a photo. It’s true, the dog is unbelievably ugly.
S: You took a picture?
He doesn’t add the ‘for me’ but Sam is warm all over knowing it.
D: For the next ugly dog contest. Might win a trip to Hawaii or something. Hula girls, Sam.
S: Right. You keep dreaming.
Another pause. Sam pictures Dean knocking back another beer, maybe something harder.
D: Any girls there keepin’ you company, Sammy?
Sammy. Sam’s chest is tight. He shifts in the too-small twin bed, kicks his covers half off.
S: Sure. Probably not as hot as your imaginary hula girls, but.
D: You wish.
S: Keep telling yourself that.
Another pause. Sam’s backed them into a corner he doesn’t know how to get out of, and here’s where Dean will usually leave him hanging for so long that Sam thinks the conversation is over.
The next vibration is from the phone back on Sam’s nightstand. Blinking, he fumbles for it in the dark.
D: Too bad you missed that dog tho. Dogs always love you. This one probably woulda tried to follow you home.
It’s Sam’s turn to pause. To answer the subtext or ignore it, that’s the question.
S: Sorry I missed it. I saw an ugly cat the other day too. Think he lives in my building. Next time I see him I’ll send you a picture.
He takes a deep breath before he types the rest.
S: Or maybe you’ll come see him in person. He’s worth the trip, I think.
That night Dean had to be more drunk than usual.
D: I’d like that.
The impulse to type something stupid is so strong Sam has to bite his knuckle, calm down before he types anything else. I miss you so much I can’t breathe. I love you.
S: Me too.
The phone doesn’t vibrate again.
Dean’s texts come less and less often. Sam understands.
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Author name:
runedgirlPairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Word count: 600
Summary: For the prompt “When they are apart, either or both of them almost text the other so many times. But there are reasons not.” It came out angsty.
A/N: Second fill of four for
spn_masqueradeThey text a lot of dumb shit to each other now, whenever they’re apart. Grocery reminder lists. Coordinates and meeting plans. The latest case findings. Random insults.
It’s unusual for them to be separated for more than a day, and inevitably when it happens and Sam crawls into bed knowing Dean isn’t down the hall or across the room, he wants to grab his phone and text his brother. Most of the time, he doesn’t do it. Too many memories of those years they were apart for so long, too many nights when Sam would lie awake and wish he’d hear the vibration of his phone on the night stand, the longing to be close to his brother overwhelming. That separation was like tearing himself in two, breaking away from the person he’d been attached at the hip to his entire life.
But sometimes it’s separation that brings your feelings into closer focus. They’re more careful now, understanding the risk.
* * *
2:13 am. Stanford. Sam’s dark and silent dorm room.
D: You awake?
S: No.
D: Bitch.
S: Jerk.
Pause. Sam stares at the phone screen. Pokes at it, like that will make his brother text something back. He’s almost given up when the vibration almost makes him drop it.
D: I saw the ugliest dog in the world today.
Sam smiles.
S: How do you know it’s the ugliest?
The next vibration shows a photo. It’s true, the dog is unbelievably ugly.
S: You took a picture?
He doesn’t add the ‘for me’ but Sam is warm all over knowing it.
D: For the next ugly dog contest. Might win a trip to Hawaii or something. Hula girls, Sam.
S: Right. You keep dreaming.
Another pause. Sam pictures Dean knocking back another beer, maybe something harder.
D: Any girls there keepin’ you company, Sammy?
Sammy. Sam’s chest is tight. He shifts in the too-small twin bed, kicks his covers half off.
S: Sure. Probably not as hot as your imaginary hula girls, but.
D: You wish.
S: Keep telling yourself that.
Another pause. Sam’s backed them into a corner he doesn’t know how to get out of, and here’s where Dean will usually leave him hanging for so long that Sam thinks the conversation is over.
The next vibration is from the phone back on Sam’s nightstand. Blinking, he fumbles for it in the dark.
D: Too bad you missed that dog tho. Dogs always love you. This one probably woulda tried to follow you home.
It’s Sam’s turn to pause. To answer the subtext or ignore it, that’s the question.
S: Sorry I missed it. I saw an ugly cat the other day too. Think he lives in my building. Next time I see him I’ll send you a picture.
He takes a deep breath before he types the rest.
S: Or maybe you’ll come see him in person. He’s worth the trip, I think.
That night Dean had to be more drunk than usual.
D: I’d like that.
The impulse to type something stupid is so strong Sam has to bite his knuckle, calm down before he types anything else. I miss you so much I can’t breathe. I love you.
S: Me too.
The phone doesn’t vibrate again.
Dean’s texts come less and less often. Sam understands.
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Date: 2018-10-16 09:58 pm (UTC)Sammy. Sam’s chest is tight.
MINE WAS VERY TIGHT TOO. THESE BOYS *CLUTCHES CHEST*
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Date: 2018-10-25 01:42 pm (UTC)This is wonderful.
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Date: 2018-11-22 11:49 am (UTC)PS sorry for leaving the comment while logged in as a mod! LOL
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