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"Is that what you want me to do, Dean? Just let you go?"

#SPNWEEK: iconic lines, #how to look at your brother (43/?)

1.22, "All Hell Breaks Loose" || 3.05, "Bedtime Stories"

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Early seasons’ alpha!sam for #samdeanchallenge

Bonus:

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➤ Parallels: Bros rescuing each other in 1.11 , “Scarecrow” || 1.15, “The Benders”

for #samdeanchallenge: Sam & Dean early seasons

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What Binds

Written for the @waywardsonszine and beta'd by @missroserose

Sam may not be a good person, or worthy, but he can at least do this—this simple task, washing his brother’s hair.

[In which, Dean injures his hand on a hunt and Sam gives him a bath.]

Below, or on ao3.

see how it is like a scar between their bodies, stronger, darker, and proud; how the black cord makes of them a single fabric that nothing can tear or mend.

- Jane Hirshfield, “For What Binds Us”

“Let me see.”

“It’s no different than the last five times you checked, will you quit worrying?”

“Dean, let me see or I swear to god I’ll tie you down and make you.”

“Kinky, Sammy, didn’t know you had it in you.”

Sam flushes. At thirteen, it feels like every other thing Dean says makes his face burn, which he knows is the only reason Dean says them in the first place. He’s had to get pretty good at ignoring them, otherwise the comments would be ten times worse. When Sam just stares, stone-faced and unrelenting, Dean pushes himself up into a sitting position on the couch with an aggrieved sigh and holds out his hand dutifully.

“Now, was that so hard?” Sam asks, taking Dean’s hand in his own and peeling back the edge of the gauze to get a look at the wound festering underneath.

“Woulda thought the harder the better,” Dean returns with a smirk. It would have been infuriating if it hadn’t clearly taken all his energy to summon it. “Don’t worry, Sammy, someday somewhere some girl will let you into her pants and you’ll figure it out.”

“One more dick joke and I’m duct-taping your mouth.” Sam holds up a hand when Dean’s mouth opens with the inevitable crude rejoinder. “Don’t.”

Dean just settles back into the couch, eyes closed, like he’s somehow won this round, and Sam returns his attention to Dean’s hand. He’ll need to unwrap and rebandage it again; he can already see the yellow pus oozing from the wound. Sam holds Dean’s wrist in one hand and unravels the bandage with the other, then very gently peels back the rest of the gauze. Dean flinches as the gauze tugs on his stitches, but aloud he just grumbles for the fifteen-billionth time, “Capable of doin’ this myself, you know.”

“You are a horrible patient, you know,” Sam says, also for the fifteen-billionth time. “I thought I was supposed to be the stubborn one.”

Sam tightens his grip on Dean’s hand and then douses it with peroxide, grinning when Dean hisses and yanks his hand back. “Wuss.”

“Your bedside manner could use improvement.”

“One, you’re not in bed, and two, nice nurses are wasted on dick patients. Now gimme your hand back so I can finish.”

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