A Scary Thought
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,535
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Scary Thought
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He had smacked Sam, hard, across the face, before he realized what he was doing.
He'd thought he'd seen something awful there, in Sam's eyes, when he glanced his way just then. He was mistaken. Dean freaked, and he was ashamed of himself. It was a visceral reaction. He was scared that something terrible within Sam had surfaced.
The last time Dean was met with those horrible yellow eyes, it was in a fear induced hallucination. One he didn't enjoy reliving if he could help it. That fear was just far too real for his liking.
Just then, though, that had to have been his imagination. A trick of the light, maybe. He sure as hell hoped it was.
Dean's own eyes became hot with sudden tears, and he grabbed Sam's face, begging Sam to look at him. He needed to know for sure that he had been wrong, that he was being foolish and paranoid.
When Sam raised his head, something different entirely reflected on his face, however, to Dean's relief.
Gone were the terrifying eyes; his own were filled with a reassuring look. He was himself, he was Sam, his brother. Dean had nothing to worry about. He would never see those nightmarish things again.
Dean pulled him into a hug, apologizing repeatedly into his shoulder. He was sorry for ever doubting him. For thinking Sam could become something like that.
Sam held him close and let Dean apologize, telling him over and over that he didn't need to, that he always had Sam's forgiveness. Deam eventually stopped crying and fell into an exhausted sleep in his arms.
Sam picked him up gently and laid him down on the hotel bed, relieved that Dean was finally asleep.
Sam silently berated himself. He had to be more careful around Dean, he was just too observant.
He walked over to the bathroom, gazing into the filthy mirror. A thin smirk stretching slowly across his lips, as yellow eyes stared back at him.
Indeed, he needed to be more careful.
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First story. Comments??
He had smacked Sam, hard, across the face, before he realized what he was doing.
He'd thought he'd seen something awful there, in Sam's eyes, when he glanced his way just then. He was mistaken. Dean freaked, and he was ashamed of himself. It was a visceral reaction. He was scared that something terrible within Sam had surfaced.
The last time Dean was met with those horrible yellow eyes, it was in a fear induced hallucination. One he didn't enjoy reliving if he could help it. That fear was just far too real for his liking.
Just then, though, that had to have been his imagination. A trick of the light, maybe. He sure as hell hoped it was.
Dean's own eyes became hot with sudden tears, and he grabbed Sam's face, begging Sam to look at him. He needed to know for sure that he had been wrong, that he was being foolish and paranoid.
When Sam raised his head, something different entirely reflected on his face, however, to Dean's relief.
Gone were the terrifying eyes; his own were filled with a reassuring look. He was himself, he was Sam, his brother. Dean had nothing to worry about. He would never see those nightmarish things again.
Dean pulled him into a hug, apologizing repeatedly into his shoulder. He was sorry for ever doubting him. For thinking Sam could become something like that.
Sam held him close and let Dean apologize, telling him over and over that he didn't need to, that he always had Sam's forgiveness. Deam eventually stopped crying and fell into an exhausted sleep in his arms.
Sam picked him up gently and laid him down on the hotel bed, relieved that Dean was finally asleep.
Sam silently berated himself. He had to be more careful around Dean, he was just too observant.
He walked over to the bathroom, gazing into the filthy mirror. A thin smirk stretching slowly across his lips, as yellow eyes stared back at him.
Indeed, he needed to be more careful.
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First story. Comments??