Lost, behind
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Title: Lost, behind
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Characters: Dean and Sam
Prompt: 09 Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG-13 (T) (Unrated by Author)
Length: Long
Brief summary: This fic has Sam and Dean attempting to deal with Sam’s new found psychic abilities (i.e. prophetic nightmares). It’s more of a Dean story than a Sam story, though both Dean and Sam angst. The comfort part is Dean letting Sam share his bed, in a very non-wincest way.
"Look, I -- you're different now."
"You know... one day, we're going to find Dad, and about
a week or so after that -- maybe a little more, but probably
not much -- he's going to say *something*, and it's gonna
mean 'college made you soft.'"
"Jesus, bro, I *told* you he wasn't really as much of an
asshole about you leaving as you thought. As -- as he
*acted*, okay? He wasn't. He's -- he's not --"
"He'll be right."
"*College* didn't make you soft, you fucking dumbass bitch.
Random fucking psychic powers made you --"
"Weak --"
"Fucked in the *head*, and we're dealing. Just like when
that werewolf took out Dad's right knee, and we *dealt*.
There are things -- you just -- fuck, don't fucking -- don't
*do* this --"
"What happens when -- when it's every night?"
That wasn't what Sam was going to say. It's just that he
doesn't know what Sam *was* going to say, and maybe
that's for the best.
"Yeah, I thought --"
"What *happens* is that I get disturbingly used to you
drooling on my shoulder, to the point where I can only date
lobotomy cases, but that's okay, because by *that* point,
I'll be so desperate for pussy that it won't actually
*matter* --"
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