Sam/Dean, R (swearing), written on the fly and unbetaed for the
supernatural100 prompt of prayer.
Dean doesn't believe; there's nothing up there listening to Sam complete a litany of obscenities as Dean finishes the last stitch and puts the kit away.
There's nothing up there, but there's Sam's body beneath him, warm and alive, and Dean runs his hands over every muscle, checking for bruises, for injuries he might have missed.
"You moron," Dean whispers into Sam's skin. "You fucking moron," and Sam laughs a little unsteadily and drags him up for a kiss: a crush of lips and teeth and ohgod.
There's nothing up there, but it’s not like anything else needs to hear.
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Dean doesn't believe; there's nothing up there listening to Sam complete a litany of obscenities as Dean finishes the last stitch and puts the kit away.
There's nothing up there, but there's Sam's body beneath him, warm and alive, and Dean runs his hands over every muscle, checking for bruises, for injuries he might have missed.
"You moron," Dean whispers into Sam's skin. "You fucking moron," and Sam laughs a little unsteadily and drags him up for a kiss: a crush of lips and teeth and ohgod.
There's nothing up there, but it’s not like anything else needs to hear.
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Loved this gorgeous girl. You just get better and better :)
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Hee! That's the sort of reaction that makes my day. Thank you!