So Damaged

Private/Selective Canon-Divergent Sam Winchester of SPN // Mutuals Only // Read Rules Before Interaction // Muse and Mun 22+, Heavily NSFW

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Another Amen // Closed RP

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“Yeah, this is a good start,” Dean agreed, kissing his brother’s forehead and then sitting back to focus on the food. “Man, I made these steaks perfectly. Enjoy while it’s hot. Pass the A1?”

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He chuckled, grabbing the bottle and handing it over. “You know, if given the chance, I think you would have made a great chef. Somewhere really expensive, feeding all the suits. Or somewhere a bit more low brow, giving people the chance to eat great food with a low cost.”

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Dean grinned, preening a little at the praise. “I think I’d love that, weird as it seems. I know I’m judgy of fancy people, but if I was getting paid a lot to make good food that they compliment…yeah, I’d like it. Or a diner.” He smirked. “Maybe that should be our retirement plan. Not a home, but getting some little small town cabin and me openin’ a diner.”

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“Now that sounds like a good plan,” Sam agreed. “I can be the host or the waiter or whatever. Just let you work your magic in the kitchen and I stay out of the way.”

[minxchester]

Another Amen // Closed RP

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“Yeah, this is a good start,” Dean agreed, kissing his brother’s forehead and then sitting back to focus on the food. “Man, I made these steaks perfectly. Enjoy while it’s hot. Pass the A1?”

[txintedblood-blog]

He chuckled, grabbing the bottle and handing it over. “You know, if given the chance, I think you would have made a great chef. Somewhere really expensive, feeding all the suits. Or somewhere a bit more low brow, giving people the chance to eat great food with a low cost.”

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Another Amen // Closed RP

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“I guess we can take care of each other,” Dean allowed, smirking faintly. “We already do, anyway.“

At the soft kiss, Dean curled his fingers into Sam’s hair, holding his face close to draw the kiss out for a moment. “I’m gonna make sure we live to old age no matter if it’s here or in a home. You’re gonna get that front porch and sweet tea life, baby boy.”

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Sam smiled, closing his eyes and letting their foreheads touch. In the quiet moments like these, he could almost believe they could have such a life someday. No monsters, no demons or angels, no death, no nothing. Just them, together, watching the sunset and sharing a beer.

“I hope so,” he said quietly. “For the time being, this is as close to that Heaven as we can get, and I’ll take it happily.”

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Another Amen // Closed RP

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“I will do so happily,” Dean promised, laughing as he joined Sam on the floor cushions. “We ever check into one of those retirement homes…we’re gonna have to file under fake names, as husbands. Cause I’m gonna take care of your ass till I drop dead from it, and no one is stopping me.”

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“Who said anything about stopping you?” Sam teased. “I’d be more concerned for your health and well being than mine. Who knows, I might be the one to take care of you until I drop dead first.”

He thought about it for a moment before leaning over and giving Dean a small kiss. “But I’d rather we go out together. On our own terms. And if checking into a retirement home means we can get a more peaceful life to do so, then I’m in.”

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Another Amen // Closed RP

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Dean snorted a laugh as he led Sam into the next room, urging him to claim one of the couch cushions that Dean had placed by the coffee table for their comfort while he poured the wine for Sam, and opened his own beer. “Basically? Yes. I was thinkin’, do I give this brother of mine enough sappy chick flick moment dates? Nope. Okay, time to rectify that.”

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“You’re such a nerd,” Sam said affectionately.

Taking a seat on the cushion on the floor, he gave a soft groan as he felt the pops in his back and joints. “God, I think I’m getting too old for this kind of stuff. Someday you’ll have to romance me out of a wheelchair.”

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Another Amen // Closed RP

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Dean grinned at his brother’s confused expression, nodding as he sauntered over to close the book and tug at Sam’s hand. “Yes. I set up a lovely little meal of steak and potatoes and corn on the coffee table in front of the fireplace. And wine. Come and enjoy it with me.”

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Sam made a slightly disgruntled noise when Dean took the book away from him, closing it and taking his hand. Then the mention of food came about and he blinked again. “Oh... OH! For a second I thought you actually cooked food by candles,” he said, giving a sheepish laugh. “Sure, it sounds delicious.”

Getting up, he followed Dean into the main living room, smiling. “So what brought this on? Feeling sappy?”

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Another Amen // Closed RP

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“Hey, Sammy.” Dean poked his head into the library, smiling at his brother where he was buried in some massive archaic tome or other. “I made dinner. Candlelight and fireside, all the works. Come have a home date with me.”

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Sam had only been half listening when Dean walked into the library, so it took him an extra minute or two to realize what his brother had said. Looking up, he blinked a few times. “You made dinner...with candlelight?”

[my-malleable-muse]

"Do you always have to hog the blankets?"

Dean grumbled, turning over to relinquish some of the blankets. “I don’t hog the blankets. You’re just such a sasquatch that your half of the blankets seem too small.”

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“Oh, young emo Sammy was something special. That wasn’t even grumpy. That was… Wow.”

Dean nuzzled in closer to Sam’s back. “You’re grumpy when you ain’t getting any. Or when you don’t get the kind ya want.”

Sam snickered a bit, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but you liked it anyway. Somehow.”

He hesitated a moment before glancing back at Dean again. “Do you ever…miss when I was smaller? Before I hit that major growth spurt?”

[my-malleable-muse]

Dean cracked an eye open to look at him. “What do ya mean? I got the best of both worlds - twinky little teen & moose man. All in one package.”

He opened both eyes. “Why do ya ask? You not feeling cherished enough, Sammy?”

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He sighed a little. “No, it’s not that… I just miss being smaller than you. Sometimes I feel…too big, if that makes any sense. Probably a dumb thing to miss, honestly.”

[my-malleable-muse]

Dean’s gaze softened & he moved in even closer, wrapping his arms around Sam.

“Not dumb, Sammy. Sometimes, I miss being bigfer than you - I could hold you back. Keep you safer.”

“But no matter how big you get, Sammy, you’ll always be my little brother,” he said, pressing a kiss to Sam’s lips.

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Sam couldn’t help but blush a little, but he relaxed, a bit more assured. “Yeah I miss that too,” he admitted. “And I know that being this tall and this well muscled always means I have at least some kind of advantage on monsters and bad guys if given the chance. But I still miss being smaller. Wish I could be more average.”

[my-malleable-muse]

“Baby, even when you were stick thin & had this big mop of hair that weighed more than your whole body, you were never average. Ever.”

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He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that a compliment now?” he teased quietly. “I know our lives were never normal and were never supposed to be. But at least being somewhat average would have been nice.”

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                                       Why should I have a heavy heart?                                     Why should I start to  break  in pieces?

                              Why should I go and  f a l l   a p a r t   for you?

[heytheredeann]

We owe him everything.

[my-malleable-muse]

"Do you always have to hog the blankets?"

Dean grumbled, turning over to relinquish some of the blankets. “I don’t hog the blankets. You’re just such a sasquatch that your half of the blankets seem too small.”

[txintedblood-blog]

“Oh, young emo Sammy was something special. That wasn’t even grumpy. That was… Wow.”

Dean nuzzled in closer to Sam’s back. “You’re grumpy when you ain’t getting any. Or when you don’t get the kind ya want.”

Sam snickered a bit, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but you liked it anyway. Somehow.”

He hesitated a moment before glancing back at Dean again. “Do you ever…miss when I was smaller? Before I hit that major growth spurt?”

[my-malleable-muse]

Dean cracked an eye open to look at him. “What do ya mean? I got the best of both worlds - twinky little teen & moose man. All in one package.”

He opened both eyes. “Why do ya ask? You not feeling cherished enough, Sammy?”

[txintedblood-blog]

He sighed a little. “No, it’s not that… I just miss being smaller than you. Sometimes I feel…too big, if that makes any sense. Probably a dumb thing to miss, honestly.”

[my-malleable-muse]

Dean’s gaze softened & he moved in even closer, wrapping his arms around Sam.

“Not dumb, Sammy. Sometimes, I miss being bigfer than you - I could hold you back. Keep you safer.”

“But no matter how big you get, Sammy, you’ll always be my little brother,” he said, pressing a kiss to Sam’s lips.

[txintedblood-blog]

Sam couldn’t help but blush a little, but he relaxed, a bit more assured. “Yeah I miss that too,” he admitted. “And I know that being this tall and this well muscled always means I have at least some kind of advantage on monsters and bad guys if given the chance. But I still miss being smaller. Wish I could be more average.”

[my-malleable-muse]

"Do you always have to hog the blankets?"

Dean grumbled, turning over to relinquish some of the blankets. “I don’t hog the blankets. You’re just such a sasquatch that your half of the blankets seem too small.”

[txintedblood-blog]

“Oh, young emo Sammy was something special. That wasn’t even grumpy. That was… Wow.”

Dean nuzzled in closer to Sam’s back. “You’re grumpy when you ain’t getting any. Or when you don’t get the kind ya want.”

Sam snickered a bit, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but you liked it anyway. Somehow.”

He hesitated a moment before glancing back at Dean again. “Do you ever…miss when I was smaller? Before I hit that major growth spurt?”

[my-malleable-muse]

Dean cracked an eye open to look at him. “What do ya mean? I got the best of both worlds - twinky little teen & moose man. All in one package.”

He opened both eyes. “Why do ya ask? You not feeling cherished enough, Sammy?”

[txintedblood-blog]

He sighed a little. “No, it’s not that... I just miss being smaller than you. Sometimes I feel...too big, if that makes any sense. Probably a dumb thing to miss, honestly.”

[my-malleable-muse]

"Do you always have to hog the blankets?"

Dean grumbled, turning over to relinquish some of the blankets. “I don’t hog the blankets. You’re just such a sasquatch that your half of the blankets seem too small.”

[txintedblood-blog]

“Oh, young emo Sammy was something special. That wasn’t even grumpy. That was… Wow.”

Dean nuzzled in closer to Sam’s back. “You’re grumpy when you ain’t getting any. Or when you don’t get the kind ya want.”

Sam snickered a bit, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but you liked it anyway. Somehow.”

He hesitated a moment before glancing back at Dean again. “Do you ever...miss when I was smaller? Before I hit that major growth spurt?”

[my-malleable-muse]

"Do you always have to hog the blankets?"

Dean grumbled, turning over to relinquish some of the blankets. “I don’t hog the blankets. You’re just such a sasquatch that your half of the blankets seem too small.”

[txintedblood-blog]

“‘S’not my fault I’m so huge,” Sam grumbled good naturally, grabbing his blankets back and curling up under them. “Something got mixed up in the gene pool somehow.”

[my-malleable-muse]

Dean snorted & moved in closer to Sam. “Like you need the blankets anyway. You’re a freaking furnace, dude.”

“No more cases in bumfuck Montana,” he said. “Too damned cold.”

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“Yeah, to other people,” Sam griped. “Not to me!”

At the comment about Montana being too cold, he rolled his eyes. “First Texas was way too hot. Now Montana is way too cold. Any other observations you wanna share with the class, Dean?”

[my-malleable-muse]

“Yeah, you’re grumpy when you’re cold,” Dean said. “Or hot. Or hungry, tired, horny…”

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“When have I ever been grumpy when I’m horny?” Sam asked, turning his head to look at his brother in disbelief. “Unless we’re talking way back when I was a teenager and filled with angst all the time.”

[my-malleable-muse]

"Do you always have to hog the blankets?"

Dean grumbled, turning over to relinquish some of the blankets. “I don’t hog the blankets. You’re just such a sasquatch that your half of the blankets seem too small.”

[txintedblood-blog]

“‘S’not my fault I’m so huge,” Sam grumbled good naturally, grabbing his blankets back and curling up under them. “Something got mixed up in the gene pool somehow.”

[my-malleable-muse]

Dean snorted & moved in closer to Sam. “Like you need the blankets anyway. You’re a freaking furnace, dude.”

“No more cases in bumfuck Montana,” he said. “Too damned cold.”

[txintedblood-blog]

“Yeah, to other people,” Sam griped. “Not to me!”

At the comment about Montana being too cold, he rolled his eyes. “First Texas was way too hot. Now Montana is way too cold. Any other observations you wanna share with the class, Dean?”

[my-malleable-muse]

"Do you always have to hog the blankets?"

Dean grumbled, turning over to relinquish some of the blankets. “I don’t hog the blankets. You’re just such a sasquatch that your half of the blankets seem too small.”

[txintedblood-blog]

“‘S’not my fault I’m so huge,” Sam grumbled good naturally, grabbing his blankets back and curling up under them. “Something got mixed up in the gene pool somehow.”