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loverliarmurderer replied to your post:loverliarmurderer replied to your post:I guess the...
It is. Ahhhhhhhh. And are you okay bby?
I think it was something I ate for dinner last night. I've been throwing up since last night. If it's something besides a mild stomach thing, I didn't want to risk getting my cooperating teacher and my students sick. I kinda hate staying home.
loverliarmurderer replied to your post:I guess the only plus side to staying home sick as...
Pain. It is pain.
That's what I heard, but I heard it was awesome at the same time.
[laughs bc sam is gonna be so damaged in this thread omg]
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Sam’s favourite, favourite thing about Dean is the fact that he never seems to want to hold hands in public. Sam used to hold Jess’ hand all the time when they were out, but despite Sam’s insistance that no one knows they’re brothers, Dean still doesn’t seem inclined to do it. Doesn’t stop Sam from trying though. It’s kind of amusing, really.
loverliarmurderer || i'm giving up on you || canon-verse
It didn't take a genius to see that Dean was acting weird.
The blurred line between black and right, good and bad, had become blurred for the Winchester brothers over the years, with good reason. There was always room for question, always a point where they both had to stop and ask 'are we doing the right thing?'. There had been, anyway. Now, Sam wasn't so sure.
Everyday, it felt like Sam lost a little bit of his brother. It was little things at first -- no more casual brushes past each other, playful slaps on the ass. Then there were no more stolen kisses, quick and fleeting like a flash of lightening that left Sam feeling breathless every damn time. And then, there was no more anything. No more late night talks, no more sneaking into each other's rooms. It was like the communication between them cut out, broke down until they were strangers to each other.
And then, Sam found out about the hunts. His stupid, stupid brother was hunting by himself now. Like he couldn't trust Sam, like he couldn't bring himself to share in the job that they had been doing their entire lives. Like Sam wasn't even important to him anymore.
It had blown up, of course. It always blew up. But Sam had talked hi m around, had convinced him that they should go together again. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. But now, watching Dean cut through the vampire nest -- with no distinction between victim and vampire -- Sam wasn't so sure.
Dean was ruthless, uncaring, and it phsyically hurt Sam in a way that it never had before. He couldn't watch this, couldn't do anything, and he turned away, stumbled back a step.
The screams died down into silence, and Sam's ears were ringing with the finality of it all. He looked up, eyes wide and questioning. "Dean -- what the hell?"
loverliarmurderer replied to your post:Accepting New Threads - Limited Time Offer
Can you link me ours? My activity is fucked and I can’t find them. And I can’t remember the tag. XD
I sent you fanmail with the links to our threads. ^_^ I've missed you bby! *cuddles*
The addicted Sam and Dean verse keeps popping up on my iPod. This song just screams the two of them during their detox.
Happy Birthday!
[[Thank you, angel~! <33]]
