my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in 25moments, @ 2008-06-22 02:45:00 |
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"Sammy! Wake up!"
A voice floated through to Sam's consciousness.
"Sammy, open your eyes!"
The voice was familiar.
Sam cracked his eyes open to find that he was lying on the ground with Bobby and Dean standing over him.
"What happened?" Sam asked as he rubbed the throbbing part of his head.
"You tell us what the hell just happened," Bobby's gruff voice had a tone of worry to it. "One minute you're talking to us and the next, you're flat on your back."
"Are you hurt?" Dean asked even though he was already scanning Sam for injuries.
"My head," Sam was still groggy. Then, he asked Bobby, "Was your house ever blue?"
Bobby looked confused. "Yeah, it was. But, that was years ago, Sam. Long before you Winchesters entered my life. How did you know that?"
"I don't know," Sam tried not to think too hard with his aching head.
"Let's get you inside," Dean had an arm around him. "We'll make sure you take it easy so you don't scare us like that again."
Bobby watched the brothers make their way up the steps. There was no trace of the color blue on the outside of his house. Had Sam been looking at old pictures? No, Bobby kept the ones from that time in his life hidden away. Sam couldn't have seen them.
***
"You scared me," Dean said as he felt Sam's head for lumps. "What happened?"
"I don't know. It was just like something hit me in the head and then you were talking to me."
“Any chance you could just duck the next time something like this comes flying your way?”
“Dean,” Sam sighed.
"I can't find a lump. Here, take these," Dean handed Sam some aspirin and water. "Hopefully that will help your head."
Sam did as he was told. He even let Dean mother him since he knew it made Dean feel good and there would be no stopping him anyway. Once Dean was in mother mode, he stayed there until he was satisfied Sam was back to being himself.
Dean climbed into bed beside him, running his fingers through Sam's hair, just like when Sam was little.
"Just go to sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up."
Sam noticed that they were just in their boxers. "Dean, Bobby doesn't know--"
"I don't care. After all the things Bobby has had to deal with or kill, you think we're going to surprise him? Hell, he's a smart guy. He's probably already figured it out."
Sam wasn't so sure about Bobby already knowing but he let himself relax in Dean's arms.
Dean kissed his forehead, "I love you, Sammy."
"I love you, too, Dean," Sam moved and kissed Dean softly on the lips. Dean shifted a little to get more comfortable.
Sam moved his lips and thought that caressing Dean would be a great way to spend the time until the aspirin kicked in and he could sleep. His hands slid across Dean’s chest that he loved to map with his mouth and hands.
Dean groaned into Sam’s mouth as he moved his hands along Sam’s spine, feeling each knob on the way. He moved his head to the side and caught a breath before ghosting his lips over the length of Sam’s neck.
Sam breathed into Dean’s ear and nibbled on his lobe.
He could only take so much. Dean’s mouth closed over Sam’s. When their lips parted, Dean almost forgot that Sam had been injured.
Dean was the one to back off kissing. "I never thought I'd ever turn someone down, but you do need to get some rest. Go to sleep. I'll be right here."
“You’re serious?”
“Yep.”
“Ugh,” Sam flopped back against his pillow.
“There’s plenty of time for that later,” Dean chuckled. “It’s not like I usually call time out. I just want you to get better.”
"So you’re protecting me?"
"Protecting and loving you."
"Hmm. I can live with that." Sam snuggled into Dean and eventually fell asleep.
Dean watched Sam as he slept. He looked younger than his years when the stress of being a hunter left him in his dreams. Dean thought that Sam was probably due a haircut, but he liked being able to run his fingers through Sam's hair.
There was a soft knock on the door and Bobby popped his head in.
"Sam okay?" he whispered.
Dean nodded.
Bobby took a glance around the room and got a strange look on his face before he ducked back out.
It took Dean a minute to realize that Bobby had seen their clothes on the floor. Oh well, Dean thought as he snuggled back into bed, now he just knows for sure.
***
Sam started to wake up. Before he could even get his eyes all the way open, Dean asked him, “How are you feeling?”
“Still hurt,” Sam rubbed his head without even thinking about it.
“Want ice? More aspirin?”
“Aspirin.”
Sam settled back against Dean, content with where he was.
“Bobby knows about us,” Dean told him.
“Yeah, you said he probably did.”
“No, I mean that he for sure knows. He came in to check on you and saw our clothes on the floor and us in bed. There is no misinterpreting that.”
“What’d he say?”
“Nothing.”
“He didn’t yell?”
“Did he wake you up, Sam? Of course he didn’t yell.”
Sam thought about that. “Suppose we’ll have to talk with him about it.”
“Why? It doesn’t really involve him, Sam. It’s not like we’re asking him to join in.”
Sam grimaced at Dean. “Thanks for that unnecessary visual, Dean.”
“You pictured Bobby naked, ooh!” Dean smiled.
“Caught him coming out of the shower once,” Sam said quietly. “That’s not the point. We’re in Bobby’s house and we shouldn’t make it uncomfortable for him while we’re here.”
“I suppose. What are you going to tell him?”
“Me? I thought we would go down and talk to him in the kitchen.”
“Oh, no. Bobby and I already had our little pow-wow. He knows and I know he knows. That’s just fine with me.”
Sam shook his head at Dean’s reasoning and then realized how that hurt. He leaned back against Dean and drifted off to sleep.