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queenofthedicks said: ANGEL BBY I WOULD GIVE YOU HUGS AND KISSES OMG I LOVE YOU

OMG LAURA I MISS YOU SO MUCH I CANT EVEN AKFLKJADFJJDF thank i love laura hugs and kisses

multifandingo said: I am in the library. Come here immediately so I can kiss you. On the mouth. With tongue. I am one hundred percent serious. And if we can get some kind of ladder up to you bedroom window, I can come in and snuggle the shit out of you whenever.

I'm in the CUB. The fireplace is keeping my feet all nice and toasty because I wore sandals like a dumbass. WHAT TIME ARE YOU DONE BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO DO FOR THE REST OF THE DAY? ALSO THE FIREPLACE SMELLS LIKE POPCORN? and I am so down for snuggles.

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sam's life is one giant electrical wire hanging from one pole to the next. he watches with his face pressed against cool glass as the lines dip up down up down up up down down over stretches of highways that never end until they find a motel room to end them. dean and john fight on their way into the office, but not the way sam and john fight. they're laughing through their punches, sparring on their way into the door as sam trails behind them, rubbing battered fists against his eyes to wake up wake up wake up.

his jeans rub awkwardly on skin that hurts because it's being pulled in so many different directions--hunt, sam, be a hunter, don't worry about school because you're a hunter but get good grades and memorize every incantation in this spell book because your brother and i might need it some day when we go out on a hunt and go over this geography homework because this is wrong, you're smarter than that, but don't worry about it because you're going to be a hunter and the jeans are still painful, push pull against his skin in too many different ways.

the door closes behind john and dean and they don't notice. sam wonders if they'll notice if he just goes and gets back in the car.

he does and they don't notice, not until they come back to get their bags.

john doesn't say anything, just keeps laughing at something dean said because he's 18 all the sudden and he's funny now. sam's face is pressed against the glass in the backseat and he tries to imagine what these telephone lines would look like as they dip up down up down up up down down.

he doesn't notice that they've stopped talking until dean is slamming the door to the backseat. behind him. he's in the car and sam can feel dean's warmth pressing against him because dean's slid across the leather and is pressing against Sam's side.

there are some days, days like this, when sam just stops... everything catches up and he's not resilient, he's not waterproof like john and dean and things don't slide off of him like they do john and dean. he can't forget the mother he doesn't know and he can't ignore that he doesn't have a place to live other than a god damn car and he can't get over the fact that he's only ever worn dean's clothes. so there are days when sam shuts down, and then dean, fucking dean, is wrapping his arms around sam's shoulders like he just knows, and he does, pulls sam close to him and presses a kiss to his forehead.

he says, "don't shut down on me, sammy, not today," and he wonders what today is before he realizes that today is mary's birthday and that's probably why john's been ignoring him like her death was his fault. dean's fingering sam's hair, fingernails scratching his scalp lightly and he's whispering, "you can't shut down, not today, you can't do this today, sammy... you look just like her, you do, i swear you do, so please don't do this today, sam..." because sam's done this before, just stops, like a robot that needs rebooting but they can't ever figure out how to turn him off.

sometimes they don't and they just leave sam staring at walls or out of windows imagining what telephone poles look like going up down up down, but not today, because dean is holding him like john won't do and like john never did.

"you're gonna be okay, sammy... let's go inside, get you somethin' to eat. sound good?" and sam feels himself nodding against dean's leather jacket and he lets go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "you're gonna be alright, sammy. i've got ya... come on."

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