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phantismaFandom: Supernatural (Broken!Verse)
Title: Home
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, John
Word Count: 1007
Rating: G
Summary: Just a little time stamp for post-Battles. Sam and Dean are adjusting and John comes to visit.
A/Ns & Warnings: Over here: http://phantisma.livejournal.com/405731.html, I posted a time stamp meme.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sandycub Asked for "something (anything!) involving Sam & Dean from Broken!! Maybe post Battle part 6?". Here it is!
It was early, not rightly day yet. The sun hovered just beyond the horizon as the skies slowly lightened. Sam could feel it. Dean was still sleeping in the trailer behind him after a long night of exploring one another and the bond between them.
Everything was still so new. He still wasn’t sure how they had survived.
He had been certain they were about to die. It was over.
The world had faded away and there was just Dean, everything they had been through, all of the pain and shame washed away and they had melded together, until nothing else mattered.
To hear his father and the other hunters tell the story, everything went black, then exploded out from where Sam and Dean had been, a blast of light and sound that had knocked everyone unconscious and drove all of the supernatural out of the area.
From inside, it felt as if everything collapsed in on them before it exploded out and the last thing Sam remembered was Dean’s breath on his lips before the darkness had dragged them both down.
Then it was almost as if none of it had happened when they’d woken, aside from the fact that he could feel Dean as powerfully as himself, his hunger, his joy. Part of that was Sam’s doing, the joining before the battle had given them some of that. The rest though…it was almost as if they had tried to make them one, a single being, and the closest they could come was this…combining.
Sam closed his eyes as the light of the sun began to ease up into the sky, the gold and orange fingers feeling their way into the dark. It echoed inside him, an awakening.
Dean slipped into the space inside him, arms circling his waist as their thoughts mingled and came together, synching up together like two computers networking.
“Such a geek.” Dean whispered in his ear.
Sam nodded, leaning back into him. It was good, strong. The two of them together. Sam breathed in and Dean exhaled. This was how it was meant to be. He was sure of that.
It was everything else he wasn’t sure of. That was why they were out in the middle of nowhere, away from people, away from civilization. The war wasn’t over, but the Fae had retreated back to their hideaways and the demons and angels had withdrawn to their usual levels of involvement in the world of humans.
The world was resolving itself back to normal.
But for them, there was no going back.
“Dad.” Dean murmured, drawing Sam’s attention out of himself.
Sam could feel him, the old truck coming up the long dirt road from the backwoods highway that ran through the woods. He was happy, something Sam hadn’t felt from him in a while. There were groceries on the seat beside him.
Just as the truck moved into view, Dean stepped back, affording Sam some distance to pull his head out of the space they shared together. It was unsettling to the others when they were too much within each other. Their father grinned at them as he parked the truck.
Dean raised a hand in greeting, crossing to help him with the bags.
“I figured you two could use some supplies.” John said as he approached Sam.
“You been driving all night?” Sam asked after John put his bag down and opened his arms to hug him.
“Not all night, I had a hunt not far from here. Standard haunting. Hit an all night grocery store after.”
Sam smiled and pulled him back in for a second hug. “How about I cook some breakfast?”
“No offense, Sam, but I’ve had your breakfast.” Dean said, grabbing John’s bag from the picnic table. “You two stay out here. I’ve got breakfast.”
Sam moved so that he could ease down to sit at the worn picnic table and after only a slight hesitation, his father joined him. “You okay?” he asked after a long hesitation.
Sam smiled and nodded. “Yeah, Dad. I’m good. Still adjusting, but good.”
John nodded and leaned back against the table. “You know, after everything you boys…you…” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “You don’t ever have to leave here again, if you don’t want to. No one would ever question it.”
There was a part of Sam that wanted exactly that, to be here, alone with Dean, away from all the rest. “I’m not saying I’m ready to jump back into hunting tomorrow or anything.” Sam said softly. “But I know where my place is, Dad. I know where Dean and I belong. We’ll get there. Eventually.”
Sam reached for Dean mentally, felt the happiness and contentment from the trailer. Dean hadn’t once brought up leaving, going anywhere, hunting. He had been happy and with their father there it was doubled.
“I’m just letting you know, I’ve got your back, Sammy.” John said, his hand touching Sam’s arm. “Anything you need. Anything you want. I’m here.”
Sam smiled. There was a time a promise like that would have felt hollow, coming from his father, but after everything was said and done, he’d come through for them both, over and over again. “I know Dad.”
“Good.”
“You two done with the touchy feely shit or should I go back inside and pretend I don’t know what’s going on for a few more minutes?” Dean asked as the door swung open.
Sam laughed and got up to help him with the plates, sitting and setting his father’s plate in front of him.
The sun was almost fully up as they ate, laughing in the stillness and Sam relaxed just a little more. This was home. They were safe and maybe not completely healed from the long ordeals, but better than they had been in a long, long time. He laughed as his father told a story about him and Bobby hunting some ghost in Nebraska and Dean poured coffee into tin mugs.
It was good. Right. Home.
Title: Home
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, John
Word Count: 1007
Rating: G
Summary: Just a little time stamp for post-Battles. Sam and Dean are adjusting and John comes to visit.
A/Ns & Warnings: Over here: http://phantisma.livejournal.com/405731.html, I posted a time stamp meme.
sandycub Asked for "something (anything!) involving Sam & Dean from Broken!! Maybe post Battle part 6?". Here it is!It was early, not rightly day yet. The sun hovered just beyond the horizon as the skies slowly lightened. Sam could feel it. Dean was still sleeping in the trailer behind him after a long night of exploring one another and the bond between them.
Everything was still so new. He still wasn’t sure how they had survived.
He had been certain they were about to die. It was over.
The world had faded away and there was just Dean, everything they had been through, all of the pain and shame washed away and they had melded together, until nothing else mattered.
To hear his father and the other hunters tell the story, everything went black, then exploded out from where Sam and Dean had been, a blast of light and sound that had knocked everyone unconscious and drove all of the supernatural out of the area.
From inside, it felt as if everything collapsed in on them before it exploded out and the last thing Sam remembered was Dean’s breath on his lips before the darkness had dragged them both down.
Then it was almost as if none of it had happened when they’d woken, aside from the fact that he could feel Dean as powerfully as himself, his hunger, his joy. Part of that was Sam’s doing, the joining before the battle had given them some of that. The rest though…it was almost as if they had tried to make them one, a single being, and the closest they could come was this…combining.
Sam closed his eyes as the light of the sun began to ease up into the sky, the gold and orange fingers feeling their way into the dark. It echoed inside him, an awakening.
Dean slipped into the space inside him, arms circling his waist as their thoughts mingled and came together, synching up together like two computers networking.
“Such a geek.” Dean whispered in his ear.
Sam nodded, leaning back into him. It was good, strong. The two of them together. Sam breathed in and Dean exhaled. This was how it was meant to be. He was sure of that.
It was everything else he wasn’t sure of. That was why they were out in the middle of nowhere, away from people, away from civilization. The war wasn’t over, but the Fae had retreated back to their hideaways and the demons and angels had withdrawn to their usual levels of involvement in the world of humans.
The world was resolving itself back to normal.
But for them, there was no going back.
“Dad.” Dean murmured, drawing Sam’s attention out of himself.
Sam could feel him, the old truck coming up the long dirt road from the backwoods highway that ran through the woods. He was happy, something Sam hadn’t felt from him in a while. There were groceries on the seat beside him.
Just as the truck moved into view, Dean stepped back, affording Sam some distance to pull his head out of the space they shared together. It was unsettling to the others when they were too much within each other. Their father grinned at them as he parked the truck.
Dean raised a hand in greeting, crossing to help him with the bags.
“I figured you two could use some supplies.” John said as he approached Sam.
“You been driving all night?” Sam asked after John put his bag down and opened his arms to hug him.
“Not all night, I had a hunt not far from here. Standard haunting. Hit an all night grocery store after.”
Sam smiled and pulled him back in for a second hug. “How about I cook some breakfast?”
“No offense, Sam, but I’ve had your breakfast.” Dean said, grabbing John’s bag from the picnic table. “You two stay out here. I’ve got breakfast.”
Sam moved so that he could ease down to sit at the worn picnic table and after only a slight hesitation, his father joined him. “You okay?” he asked after a long hesitation.
Sam smiled and nodded. “Yeah, Dad. I’m good. Still adjusting, but good.”
John nodded and leaned back against the table. “You know, after everything you boys…you…” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “You don’t ever have to leave here again, if you don’t want to. No one would ever question it.”
There was a part of Sam that wanted exactly that, to be here, alone with Dean, away from all the rest. “I’m not saying I’m ready to jump back into hunting tomorrow or anything.” Sam said softly. “But I know where my place is, Dad. I know where Dean and I belong. We’ll get there. Eventually.”
Sam reached for Dean mentally, felt the happiness and contentment from the trailer. Dean hadn’t once brought up leaving, going anywhere, hunting. He had been happy and with their father there it was doubled.
“I’m just letting you know, I’ve got your back, Sammy.” John said, his hand touching Sam’s arm. “Anything you need. Anything you want. I’m here.”
Sam smiled. There was a time a promise like that would have felt hollow, coming from his father, but after everything was said and done, he’d come through for them both, over and over again. “I know Dad.”
“Good.”
“You two done with the touchy feely shit or should I go back inside and pretend I don’t know what’s going on for a few more minutes?” Dean asked as the door swung open.
Sam laughed and got up to help him with the plates, sitting and setting his father’s plate in front of him.
The sun was almost fully up as they ate, laughing in the stillness and Sam relaxed just a little more. This was home. They were safe and maybe not completely healed from the long ordeals, but better than they had been in a long, long time. He laughed as his father told a story about him and Bobby hunting some ghost in Nebraska and Dean poured coffee into tin mugs.
It was good. Right. Home.
