“Can you say ‘da-da’? Come on, Sammy! Da-da. ’sreal easy! You can do it!”
The baby just giggled, bearing his baby gums where all those teeth were starting to poke through, and those dimples on his cheeks that Dean liked a whole lot because if he could see those, then Sam was smiling, and he didn’t do too much of that. He was a baby. He cried all the time. Sammy didn’t say anything, though, just pushed his lips out and blew through them, blowing hot air onto Dean’s face. He giggled. ”Thass not what I said, Sammy! C’mon! Da-da! You can do it!”
“Oh, Sammy. You’re cute but you’re totally useless! C’mon, say, ‘da-da.’ It’s easy!”
“Dean! Would you quiet the hell down?! I’m tryin’ to concentrate here! Jesus fuckin’ Christ…”
Dean’s entire body seized up as he jumped four feet into the air, startled by John’s loud and innocuous voice echoing through the house.
It’s quiet for a moment, dead quiet. Dean feels guilty. He can feel the heat of it pooling in his belly and he wants to curl into a ball and cry because he hates it when John curses, but then Sam reaches out and pulls on Dean’s shirt. It doesn’t mean anything, Sam’s just a baby, but Dean pulls him into his arms anyways and cuddles with him, and that’s when Sam says his first word.
“Dee!” Tiny baby hands reach out and push Dean’s cheeks together, and then Sam laughs. ”Dee! Dee!”
And Dean can’t stay sad for long, so he smiles back, wrapping his hands around Sam’s and pulling them away from his face. ”You’re supposed to say ‘dada.’ Do you listen to anything anyone says, Sammy?”
“Dee.” Sam falls forward into Dean’s arms, tucking his head into the crook of Dean’s shoulder. He falls asleep about two minutes later, and so does Dean, and they stay like that for a while, cuddled and tangled in each other asleep because John doesn’t have the heart to wake them.
I really want Sam to have a journal. Y’know, it occurs to me that he must have written everything that happened with him and his brother, ‘cause Sam and John are more alike than they’ll ever know. I hope someday Dean can find Sam’s journal and finally understand how his brother really feels. Maybe one night, with Sam asleep in the backseat of the Impala, he would read things like:
“Today Dean almost got killed, and for a moment my heart stopped. I thought once more that he would die without visiting The Grand Canyon with me.”
And then the very next day, when Sam wakes up, they would be at the Grand Canyon, because Dean had drove all night just to get there in time for the sunrise.
Sam would look confused for a while and then he would ask:
“Dean, where are we?”
And with a grin, Dean would say:
“The Grand Canyon! Thought it would be awesome to be here right now, just me and you. No monsters, no demons or leviathans. Just us, just our family.”
And Sam wouldn’t ever know that Dean had read his journal, but he would smile happily and would think that maybe it’s some kind of miracle, something unreal and that someone was giving them an opportunity to do what they wanted to do.
my English is terrible, please forgive me.
This is wonderful! Edited it for ya! ;)
Thank you. :D
Anything will be welcome [slash or not, adult or not], except death fics. I can handle them. D:
Please! An anon came to my askbox and asked me to write a fic based on this post I made yesterday. And now I want it. ;______________;
I really need this in a fanfiction. The more versions of this I get, the more happy I will be. I don’t care if it’s slash, nc-17, anything, everything. I ship everything.
(Also, I want to thank you, Fiona, who gentle edited my terrible English.)
“No. I don’t want you to stay in touch because you feel you have to. I
don’t want you to think I can’t… exist without you. That’s not…
That’s not how it should be. I don’t want that.” He shakes his head,
jaw tight. “That would be worse than having you. Here. Than having you