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"Storytellers" (birthday ficlet for tabaqui!) (Gen, PG)
the boys hold each other up
innie_darling
Happy birthday, tabaqui! I think you're a doll and I've enjoyed every single comment exchange we've ever shared. Last time I wrote you Dean thinking about Sam, right? So now it's Sam's turn - I hope you enjoy it (and I hope this is kind of what you had in mind when you linked that picture for me)! (My thanks to the wonderfully precise janissa11 for giving this one polish.)



If people took the time to really see, the crinkles around Dean's eyes would tell them the whole story. It's the story of a boy who always stood in front of his little brother, a boy who stared out at the world, just a cold, empty dust bowl marked off by crossroads and populated by monsters, a boy who let the sun beat down on him while he stood still and gave cool shade to his little brother. They'd see a man who still walks in front, hoping to draw fire away from his little brother, alive only by his grace. A man whose eyes crinkle when he faces his little brother, as if looking at him is like gazing at the sun.

Dean sees himself as serving a grand and glorious purpose. Sam thinks he does it beautifully, just as the Impala does. And when Dean is washing his baby, stroking her with strong, reverent hands, washing away the gathered dust and coaxing her back to a high shine, Sam wants to do the same to Dean. He imagines his fingertips, gently wet, easing the fine grit out of the crinkles around Dean's eyes, and writing a new story.


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As always, I'd love to hear what you think.

Good God, that's lovely. Those last few lines are just perfect.

You know, looking at this again, I think some of your "Holy Water" might have spilled over into my brain.

Thank you!

Oh, my god, that's beautiful.

*OH*
Oh, that's utterly lovely. Most particularly that last line, but oh...yeah.
*grabs and never lets go*
A man whose eyes crinkle when he faces his little brother, as if looking at him is like gazing at the sun.

Oh, Dean...

Thank you thank you, so much!
*smooooooch*

I'm so pleased you enjoyed this! And I hope you had a spectacular birthday!

Oh, this is wonderful. *dreamy sigh*

He imagines his fingertips, gently wet, easing the fine grit out of the crinkles around Dean's eyes, and writing a new story.

This is breathtaking beautiful! Wow|

Echoing everyone else -- but this is lovely. I like that idea of Dean being like the Impala -- it's not that the grit hides, or removes, what's shiny, but some might only see the grit. Sam sees the shine beneath. Or something like that. *g*

Yes, it's all about Dean and the Impala not being made new, but being released into beauty. Thanks!

Nicely done; good imagery in here, and I especially like this line:

A man whose eyes crinkle when he faces his little brother, as if looking at him is like gazing at the sun.

I like this flip side to the comment in "Tall Tales" (the girl Dean was hitting on at the bar). In that ep, it was all about how hot Dean was, and here, it shows just how much Dean loves his little brother. :)

I love that line from "Tall Tales," and it's pretty much true, but I thought it worked this way too. Thanks so much!

Oh my gosh. Sam wanting to wash Dean like Dean washes the Impala? Hellll yeah. That is tender and amazing.

Beautiful. Wonderful view of the guys in so few words. I can't pick a favorite line...they're all lovely.

Aw, that's nice to hear - thanks!

Sweet and lyrical, heart-rending and resonates.

Like a cool drink of water in the desert, with a bite that hurts your parched throat. Your thirst is sated, and yet you want more.

A beautiful perspective of Dean. Adding to memories.

Oh, that's so nice to hear! Thank you so much!

Hi last week I sent a message to you via the LJ send message option but I haven't gotten a response so I'm wondering if something went wrong?

Amalthia

Just responded. Between work and bigbang, it's been crazy times.

Utterly lovely. Thank you.

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