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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.


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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!

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