Love is...by Nomelon
Rating: PG-13
~~~ Love is... The beat of wings outside Sam's open window. Strong arms lifting him from his bed, holding him close. The bottom falling out of his stomach. Cool night air against his skin. Clouds in his hair. Towns like fairy lights far below. Dean's voice in his ear, a baseline against the rush of the wind, telling Sam how much he missed him. Sam's groan. Their kiss. The world unravelling beneath them. Sam's need for skin, wrapping his legs around Dean's waist, wanting more. Dean faltering, recovering, pulling him in close. Eliciting promises that next time Dean won't stay away so long.
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It takes months to find Dean, trading on myth and legend, offering sacrifices when he has to, threatening if he's pushed. Loneliness settles like an ache in his bones. Restless nights; tangled dreams of wind in his hair, desperate kisses that wordlessly tell their secrets; waking hard and wanting and alone. Always alone. He finds Dean mountaintop high, perched on a bough, watching the sunset, an apple half-eaten in his hand. Dean turns, startles, apple falling from his grasp. "Sammy," he says, smile lighting his face. "You found me." Sam nods, serious, and watches Dean's descent. "I'll always find you." The end. Leave a comment in livejournal. Email the author | nevermelon AT yahoo.com |