- Title: Eros
- Rating: M
- Warnings:
Slash - Disclaimer: Kripke is my soul, nothing belongs to me
- Abstract: V an hunting, not imagine what this being has prepared for them. Winchester Slash. Dean / Sam.
Chapter 1: "Marriage and owl feathers"
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Chapter 3:" Potatoes Fried "
Sam was stunned at some point felt that Dean covered him with one leg, between possessive and protective, and that, but the arm that around did not help calm her. His mind was spinning wildly.
recalled the last thing you said not want to hurt him, and inside you knew it was true, Dean could have a thousand hobbies ridiculous, but they were and the blood brothers who shared prevented them from getting hurt.
But that he was doing was definitely wrong and what was worse if it had not worked, still there, got into bed with him, virtually trapped in their warmth.
was alone, dying all around him, first his mother, then Jess and finally his father was cursed and his life took on meaning only by Dean.
Somewhere shouted something to be left. Would that be already asleep Gently breathing on his neck was not who most wanted? Who do you trust more? Who encouraged each day? Who believed in him, even though the rest said otherwise?
Dean Dean was not only was his wisdom, strength, protection, hope ... his brother. Forgot
blame, at least for a moment and started to close his eyelids, feeling warm and safe.
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"Damn!" Thought to feel the sun directly in his eyes. Would hide his head under the pillow but something prevented him from moving, looked to his left the huddled body of Dean.
- Dean! - Shouted, opening his eyes. Practically jumped out of bed, dragging the body of the elderly.
- Ouch! - Cried in pain from the floor Was need to wake up like that? - yawned and turned to go to bed.
- It's early, dammit! - Claimed, while it was covered with blankets, why do not you come and sleep over? -
Sam looked at him speechless, how could take it so casually? Last night they had slept together, then kissing and ... and the rest.
loves He sat in the next door and turned his gaze on the nightstand.
- What Sammy's wrong? - Dean asked, his voice sleepy.
- My God, What's wrong with you! -
- Why you gotta be so complicated ... you look like a girl, closed her eyes carelessly.
- Basta! - Shouted in a way that the more it seemed hysterical.
Dean opened his eyes and putting all on one side as he rested his head in his hand, stared at him in silence.
- Yesterday come and make me all that little scene what would ye? -
- There is nothing wrong, "said smiling as well I think you like do not you, Sammy? -
The child did not answer, got up and after grabbing the first thing she found in her bag, went to the bathroom, slamming the door.
Dean had looked the same way we looked at the girls who took to bed and that made him more nervous. He got to the shower throwing a few things around.
were brothers, friends ... in fact, much more than that, completely adapted to each other. Sam accepted him with his fanaticism for his car, with that unhealthy food that devour tons and constantly saying these sentences like to laugh at him.
Perhaps at first these things bothered him, but now they were part of his life and even pretended annoyance, needed to see him eating candy while driving your baby listening to music trite.
Queríay needed that man, that at times was like a father, the eternal protector, in others the male masculinity example, practically every moment teaching a man to things, and in others the child who swore Godzilla had an excellent argument.
"Face it! I liked that he did "is repetíay hell, and it knew if she liked. It mattered little as the brainiac of the family, that simply did not fit, and the anguish he felt did not help him find a response, something inside was intoxicated with the feeling of yesterday, it was as if a door had opened, let in a thousand things, snatching the self.
already left BATHING dress without looking at Dean, came through the door, ignoring the voice that called him.
walked and walked away, torn between fear of losing and not having the management comprensióny what happened, and the fear of going away, away from those who needed and wanted.
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Sam had left without hearing it, so it felt like an idiot staring at the door and closed.
I wanted, and what was worse was not even frightened by that. Sometimes, remembering that it was his brother was strange, but everything is erased from your mind to be near him, he was lost and did not want to retake the course, simply could not.
His mind was not thinking clearly and there in that empty bed, I could only think him was like an unhealthy obsession, a need ... I needed to touch it, mark it, to go carefully every secret of his body ... to dive even in the depths of its essence.
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Sam after wandering aimlessly, had reached a small park near the hotel. Sitting on a battered banking, watched the children playing in the distance. He felt someone sitting next to him, but not need to look to know that it was Dean.
He looked to the horizon, when he heard the sound of something rustling, looked askance at his brother and saw he had a bag of chips in hand. There was some tension in the air, but could not help smiling to see him eating fun for a change. Not so fast they could go crazy.
had thought for a good couple of hours that and had reached the decision that was not so strange after all. Iban hunting monsters by country with silver bullets and a book of exorcisms, albeit an absurd conclusion, in a corner of itself a mini version of him shouting "normal!, is normal !, at least if you are a Winchester! "
raised his hand and took the bag, it was always nice to play to their weakness, the playfully menacing look of most made him feel almost normal .
It felt good to deny it, their twisted neurons for quite knew that I needed, I wanted it, which was rare, period, what mattered more to add an item to the list of oddities? I needed that heat, it was dangerous, plain and simple.
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"What do you think so much while eating my potatoes?" Thought Dean "made no great show dra ; tico morning, and do what the hell does eating junk? "
had felt the tension slowly fading. If anything distinguished them was that intelligence for their own benefit that sometimes brings out, if I was going for something, get it. Killing demon or spirit as you cross, teníaa the girls I wanted and come on, he was not going to escape someone who knew as himself, in fact, no longer could escape.
docile Dean + Impala = Sammy & Dean grabbing his shirt and then drag it around the park to the Impala. He would see to it happening.
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