Fic: Chance to Breathe // Sam/Dean // PG
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Chance to Breathe // Sam/Dean // PG // ~500 words
Missing scene for 5.01
"All right, Bobby," Dean said, rubbing his fingers over his eyes in fatigue. From his seat on the bed, Sam could see the tired line of Dean's shoulders struggling not to slump. "We'll see ya when we see ya."
Sam actually felt okay for once. He'd slept in the stolen rental car, so even without the demon blood power up, he wasn't about to crash. Dean on the other hand hadn't been so lucky. He still carried bruises from their fight in the last hotel room, and Sam had no idea when his brother had last slept. They'd seen roadkill that looked better than Dean did, and Sam knew it was his fault for starting the apocalypse.
"Dean-"
"Jesus, Sam, how many ways can I say that I don't want to talk about this?" Dean yelled, anger springing back to his voice even though he'd acted calm enough the second before.
Only his sheer force of will kept Sam from flinching, but he knew that he deserved far more than just Dean yelling to punish his guilt. Dean's words from his voicemail kept circling through Sam's brain even though Dean obviously had a change of heart. He lowered his eyes and answered, "I'm not asking you to right now. I just want you to get some sleep."
"I'll sleep when I'm dead, which coincidently enough will probably be soon," Dean scowled, and scrubbed his hand down his face when he reflexively tried to yawn midsentence.
Sam just lifted his eyebrows and tried not to look to eager.
Dean watched him as if waiting to hear the catch, but eventually he walked over and sat on the bed. He kept his back stiff for several minutes and Sam bit his lip to keep from reaching out. With a sigh, Dean slowly lowered himself until his head hit the pillow and then he kicked his boots up on top of the comforter.
The better part of his brain told Sam that he should move to the chair and let Dean have the space to get some rest, but the need to stay close to his brother almost surpassed his previous need for Ruby's blood. Sam carefully stretched out beside Dean, and then rolled over to face Dean's back. Six inches of space still separated them, but Sam reached out and curled his hand over the curve on Dean's hip.
Instantly, Dean's body tensed, "Sam-"
"Do you want me to leave?" Sam interrupted quietly. He wanted, no he needed to stay and make things right with Dean, but he'd leave if he had to.
Silence lasted so long that Sam almost pulled away by himself, but then he heard Dean's gruff, "No. I don't want you to leave, Sammy."
Sam stayed awake until he heard Dean's breath even out and then he shifted closer, curling his knees into the bend of Dean's legs. If he tried to cuddle Dean any closer, he knew he'd end up with an elbow to the face, so he pressed a quick kiss to the side of Dean's neck and then settled back.
Now he had the chance to breathe.
Chance to Breathe // Sam/Dean // PG // ~500 words
Missing scene for 5.01
"All right, Bobby," Dean said, rubbing his fingers over his eyes in fatigue. From his seat on the bed, Sam could see the tired line of Dean's shoulders struggling not to slump. "We'll see ya when we see ya."
Sam actually felt okay for once. He'd slept in the stolen rental car, so even without the demon blood power up, he wasn't about to crash. Dean on the other hand hadn't been so lucky. He still carried bruises from their fight in the last hotel room, and Sam had no idea when his brother had last slept. They'd seen roadkill that looked better than Dean did, and Sam knew it was his fault for starting the apocalypse.
"Dean-"
"Jesus, Sam, how many ways can I say that I don't want to talk about this?" Dean yelled, anger springing back to his voice even though he'd acted calm enough the second before.
Only his sheer force of will kept Sam from flinching, but he knew that he deserved far more than just Dean yelling to punish his guilt. Dean's words from his voicemail kept circling through Sam's brain even though Dean obviously had a change of heart. He lowered his eyes and answered, "I'm not asking you to right now. I just want you to get some sleep."
"I'll sleep when I'm dead, which coincidently enough will probably be soon," Dean scowled, and scrubbed his hand down his face when he reflexively tried to yawn midsentence.
Sam just lifted his eyebrows and tried not to look to eager.
Dean watched him as if waiting to hear the catch, but eventually he walked over and sat on the bed. He kept his back stiff for several minutes and Sam bit his lip to keep from reaching out. With a sigh, Dean slowly lowered himself until his head hit the pillow and then he kicked his boots up on top of the comforter.
The better part of his brain told Sam that he should move to the chair and let Dean have the space to get some rest, but the need to stay close to his brother almost surpassed his previous need for Ruby's blood. Sam carefully stretched out beside Dean, and then rolled over to face Dean's back. Six inches of space still separated them, but Sam reached out and curled his hand over the curve on Dean's hip.
Instantly, Dean's body tensed, "Sam-"
"Do you want me to leave?" Sam interrupted quietly. He wanted, no he needed to stay and make things right with Dean, but he'd leave if he had to.
Silence lasted so long that Sam almost pulled away by himself, but then he heard Dean's gruff, "No. I don't want you to leave, Sammy."
Sam stayed awake until he heard Dean's breath even out and then he shifted closer, curling his knees into the bend of Dean's legs. If he tried to cuddle Dean any closer, he knew he'd end up with an elbow to the face, so he pressed a quick kiss to the side of Dean's neck and then settled back.
Now he had the chance to breathe.
