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02 May 2013 @ 10:39 pm
Untitled Sam/Dean Ficlet - PG  
It wasn’t always like this.

Once upon a time, your little brother would lay down with his head in your lap, the sweat-damp, too-long strands of his hair falling over hazel-green just before his eyes fluttered shut. The curtains were drawn, the sun shining brightly outside, and a small, content smile tugging at the corners of Sam’s lips.

He was –
Your inspiration beyond hope
The first and the last
The beginning and the end

Then darkness came to blot out the light, to slowly chip away at memories of memories until they were all gone. The two of you spent your childhood taking turns sleeping, taking turns dreaming of a life anything but this.

It starts with –
A cold sweat
A fever
A hot-headed believer

Nothing left now but splinters in your heart and holding on for the sake of holding on. Somewhere along the way, you forgot who you are, who you were, who you want to be; but it doesn’t matter anymore, not really. As sure as you are of the sky above and the ground below, you’d give your life for his in a heartbeat. Anything – anything – to keep him safe.

The world’s canvas is painted your blood, in the sacrifices you both gave. Around and around you go, but where it ends –

When you’re all out of promises, when you run out of forever, he’ll still be here; with you, cradled against your chest, hand wrapped around a fistful of your shirt collar. “I love you, Dean.” And then always, inexplicably, “I’m sorry.”

– nobody knows.
Andiepaper_storm88 on May 3rd, 2013 02:50 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. And cryptically heartbreaking.
Syl's DarkPlacesylsdarkplace on May 3rd, 2013 03:15 pm (UTC)
Lovely. Bittersweet.
Sabrinaslf630 on May 3rd, 2013 05:44 pm (UTC)
Ouch. Ya know, that kinda hurt more because it was kinda cryptic. Well done, sweetie. And yay! You're writing!
imaginecoolname: Cooler2imaginecoolname on May 3rd, 2013 09:49 pm (UTC)
Oh God. Heartbreakingly beautiful and so very poetic.