Nefarious birthday drabbles

[amberdreams]

Sadly these are not actually all that wicked, but I hope birthday girl de_nugis enjoys them anyway!  One Dean and one Sam drabble, coming right up. Happy Birthday and thank you for being so lovely and supportive of me and your fellow authors. You rock (in a medieval, academic sort of way).

xxxxxx

Casus Belli

“It’s a dangerous thing you’re doing, you and our brother.”

Dean looked away.

“All your love channeled into one person, everything sealed up so tight…”

Dean knew.

He didn’t need to be told that he (they?) loved too much.  Too hard.  Too – exclusively. 

It was how it was. 

Life had stripped them of everything else – piece by bloody piece – until this was all that was left.

Just Dean and Sam. Locked in, airtight, suffocating, barely holding on.

It didn’t matter any more.  Dean wouldn’t have it any other way.

It had been, after all, the starting point for their war.

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What’s Love All About?

Sam held his breath and waited.  Watched Dean stop talking to the psychiatrist and turn instinctively towards him.

Lucifer smiled triumphantly.  “Told you.  He can only speak when you’re breathing.  He can only dream when you’re asleep.”

Dean took Sam’s hand, face drawn and anxious.  His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, as if he’d lost the ability to breathe too.

Sam waited a moment longer then let it out with a sigh.  Dean leaned on the bed, so Sam could feel the shudder of his brother’s relief.

Lucifer clapped in delight.

“Now see what happens when I stop your heart.”

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A/N I was listening to this song when Sam's drabble came to me...

World Party – What’s Love All About

I only breathe when your mouth opens.
I only dream when you're asleep.
When I'm in this room, I don't see nothin' -
'Cept whatever's running through your mind.

I only sigh when I'm not with you.
I can't remember why I am.
I only speak when you are thinking.
And they're asking do I know what love's about.

What is love all about?
Everyone should know.

I only speak when you are breathing.
I only dream when you're asleep.
I only see this room when you're in it.
Same for the sea and trees and lonely sky.

I only sigh when I'm not with you.
I can't remember why I am.
I only speak when you are thinking.
And they're asking if I know what love's about.
And they're asking me do I know what love's about.
Everyone should know.
What is love all about?