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Prompt 15 from the table "Paranormal" for spn_30snapshots
Title: "Where we are"
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the_milky_way
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam Winchester (Sam/Dean)
Theme: 03 Paranormal
Prompt(s): 15 Legend
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kripke and Warner. I don't own anything.
Summary: Lore and legends, that’s what they were taught ever since they could understand words, or in Sam’s case ever since his dad deemed him old enough.
Legends were what they worked with. Urban legends, old legends, legends of people doing heroic things. It was the base to their work, something necessary, and something that was always there, if only to give hints.
Lore and legends, that’s what they were taught ever since they could understand words, or in Sam’s case ever since his dad deemed him old enough. Dean had always been the first one to be introduced to things.
Sam was fascinated with them. Old Greek myths, Nordic tales and Native stories. Legends from all over the world, there to be read and consumed with an eager mind. Sam even loved reading them when it wasn’t for research.
He always wondered what made people write them, create them, what made people do those things that made them legends. He hid within those stories when life got too much to deal with.
He hid himself in those stories until Sam Winchester began to compose his own legend.
He hid in those stories until his brother began creating his own legend.
He hid in those stories until the brothers Winchester began becoming a legend on Earth, in Hell and in Heaven, until the brothers Winchesters became a legend themselves.
Until the apocalypse. Until he realised what it meant to become a legend.
***
The big battle was something Sam doesn’t remember. He has no idea if they said yes in the end and fought each other of if they didn’t agree and still fought. There isn’t much he knows about the end.
It’s all hazy in his head. He sees blood everywhere but then he thinks that is understandable considering that there was an apocalypse. The angels are quiet now, the demons not so much. But the world is not out of balance. They hunt; do what they can to keep the balance.
Sam doesn’t know where the angels are, or what happened to end it. He can’t remember. Dean can, and he tells Sam what he can, when he can. Dean isn’t as bad as he was when he came back from Hell, talks to Sam now and refuses to shut up. Says that this was what tore them apart and they can’t allow that again.
One apocalypse in a lifetime is enough.
Sam agrees.
The world is just less wonderful in Sam’s eyes. He has seen to much, has done too much to be able to just see it as it was. There is not much these days that make Sam see beyond the loss they all had to endure, to see past his own hurt.
Legends are not longer something that make him smile; make him fantasize about myths and stories. Legends no longer hold any kind of appeal.
Legends are still something he knows about though. But now he knows what makes a legend. Now he knows what kind of loss, hurt and suffering someone has to survive to be able to tell a story, to create a legend.
Everyone who fought is a legend, is part of the story.
Dean is a legend.
He is a legend.
***
The Winchester Gospel. Just the right kind of book to remember legends by. This would have been something Sam would have devoured before… before he lost all interested in knowing about legends. The fighters - angels, demons, hunters alike - already know what the Winchesters have done. That the Winchesters sacrificed everything and in end came out on top.
The Gospel tells it all and Sam never touched it after he woke up and new everything was different.
Sam swears he’ll never touch it now. Dean’s stories are all he needs, all the pain he can take. Dean’s words whispered across his skin makes it a little better, makes it bearable to know that it’s all true.
Sam sometimes he wishes he would remember as well. He sometimes wishes he would know the finer things again and wouldn’t have to read about it or listen to stories being told.
Sam Winchester wishes he could remember how Dean became the saviour of the world, how he himself saved the world, how they became what they are now.
He still doesn’t know what he did to make Dean like this, this desperate to be closer, this craving for Sam’s touch. But Sam doesn’t mind because he feels all that as well.
It’s like an absolution every time Dean touches him. Like a blessing when he calls out Sam’s name, pulls him close and doesn’t let him go for hours. Sam needs it, needs to be close to Dean and feel him breath. Every second of the day Sam needs to know that Dean is alive, that they are alive.
It’s like punishment for all the pain, all the hurt and spoken words that were like blades in each their souls, when Dean just throws him down and fucks him deep. No words spoken, no whispered declarations, just the naked need and desperation. Sam takes it though, because he always feels like he needs it.
Even through it all Sam still knows that the only legend he’ll ever hold close to his heart will be the one about his brother. Just like he knows Dean is doing the same. It’s all that matters, all that counts in the end.
The legend they make up about each other in their hearts and minds.
Author
the_milky_wayCharacter(s)/Pairing: Sam Winchester (Sam/Dean)
Theme: 03 Paranormal
Prompt(s): 15 Legend
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kripke and Warner. I don't own anything.
Summary: Lore and legends, that’s what they were taught ever since they could understand words, or in Sam’s case ever since his dad deemed him old enough.
Legends were what they worked with. Urban legends, old legends, legends of people doing heroic things. It was the base to their work, something necessary, and something that was always there, if only to give hints.
Lore and legends, that’s what they were taught ever since they could understand words, or in Sam’s case ever since his dad deemed him old enough. Dean had always been the first one to be introduced to things.
Sam was fascinated with them. Old Greek myths, Nordic tales and Native stories. Legends from all over the world, there to be read and consumed with an eager mind. Sam even loved reading them when it wasn’t for research.
He always wondered what made people write them, create them, what made people do those things that made them legends. He hid within those stories when life got too much to deal with.
He hid himself in those stories until Sam Winchester began to compose his own legend.
He hid in those stories until his brother began creating his own legend.
He hid in those stories until the brothers Winchester began becoming a legend on Earth, in Hell and in Heaven, until the brothers Winchesters became a legend themselves.
Until the apocalypse. Until he realised what it meant to become a legend.
***
The big battle was something Sam doesn’t remember. He has no idea if they said yes in the end and fought each other of if they didn’t agree and still fought. There isn’t much he knows about the end.
It’s all hazy in his head. He sees blood everywhere but then he thinks that is understandable considering that there was an apocalypse. The angels are quiet now, the demons not so much. But the world is not out of balance. They hunt; do what they can to keep the balance.
Sam doesn’t know where the angels are, or what happened to end it. He can’t remember. Dean can, and he tells Sam what he can, when he can. Dean isn’t as bad as he was when he came back from Hell, talks to Sam now and refuses to shut up. Says that this was what tore them apart and they can’t allow that again.
One apocalypse in a lifetime is enough.
Sam agrees.
The world is just less wonderful in Sam’s eyes. He has seen to much, has done too much to be able to just see it as it was. There is not much these days that make Sam see beyond the loss they all had to endure, to see past his own hurt.
Legends are not longer something that make him smile; make him fantasize about myths and stories. Legends no longer hold any kind of appeal.
Legends are still something he knows about though. But now he knows what makes a legend. Now he knows what kind of loss, hurt and suffering someone has to survive to be able to tell a story, to create a legend.
Everyone who fought is a legend, is part of the story.
Dean is a legend.
He is a legend.
***
The Winchester Gospel. Just the right kind of book to remember legends by. This would have been something Sam would have devoured before… before he lost all interested in knowing about legends. The fighters - angels, demons, hunters alike - already know what the Winchesters have done. That the Winchesters sacrificed everything and in end came out on top.
The Gospel tells it all and Sam never touched it after he woke up and new everything was different.
Sam swears he’ll never touch it now. Dean’s stories are all he needs, all the pain he can take. Dean’s words whispered across his skin makes it a little better, makes it bearable to know that it’s all true.
Sam sometimes he wishes he would remember as well. He sometimes wishes he would know the finer things again and wouldn’t have to read about it or listen to stories being told.
Sam Winchester wishes he could remember how Dean became the saviour of the world, how he himself saved the world, how they became what they are now.
He still doesn’t know what he did to make Dean like this, this desperate to be closer, this craving for Sam’s touch. But Sam doesn’t mind because he feels all that as well.
It’s like an absolution every time Dean touches him. Like a blessing when he calls out Sam’s name, pulls him close and doesn’t let him go for hours. Sam needs it, needs to be close to Dean and feel him breath. Every second of the day Sam needs to know that Dean is alive, that they are alive.
It’s like punishment for all the pain, all the hurt and spoken words that were like blades in each their souls, when Dean just throws him down and fucks him deep. No words spoken, no whispered declarations, just the naked need and desperation. Sam takes it though, because he always feels like he needs it.
Even through it all Sam still knows that the only legend he’ll ever hold close to his heart will be the one about his brother. Just like he knows Dean is doing the same. It’s all that matters, all that counts in the end.
The legend they make up about each other in their hearts and minds.