Gripping the edge of the toilet seat and emptying the contents of his stomach yet again, Dean was pretty sure that if this went on much longer, he'd start seeing vital organs come up. He hit the silver handle again and shut his eyes, trying to breathe. He hated being sick, especially with the stomach flu. Dean liked putting things into his stomach; not watching them come back up. As Dean continued to focus on his breathing, he suddenly felt a hand run up and down his back in a soothing manner. He would've bat Sam, who had been sleeping until he heard Dean retching, away, but the rhythm of his brothers hand on his back was more comforting and settling than he wanted to admit, so he left it.
After a minute, he moved away from the toilet and sat against the opposite wall. Sam sat down with him, putting an arm around him and handing him a glass of cold water, telling softly to drink slow. Dean's head ached and his hands shook as he took the glass, but he took a few sips and placed it on the counter.
"Dean, you need to drink that." Sam spoke softly, but with an authoritative tone. Dean waved a dismissive hand, and leaned back against the wall. Sam just sighed and picked the glass back up. He sat back against the wall with Dean and stroked Dean's hair with one hand, while coaxing him to take the glass with the other.
After finally getting Dean to swallow a respectable amount, he placed the glass back on the counter and then resumed his position, still stroking his brothers hair.
"Why do you this?" Dean's voice was low and scratchy, but his words came through clear.
"Do what?" Sam looked at him, slightly confused.
"This. Take care of me like this. You should've gone back to sleep." Sam was taken aback by his words and answered his question as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Because I love you." Dean gave a sad little smile at his answer as he shut his eyes and leaned his head against the wall.
"See, that's what I don't get." Dean spoke softly. "How can you love me, when I don't even love me?"
For a moment, Sam considered taking Dean to the hospital to check for a head injury; it was hard to believe he was talking like this, but he decided against it. If Dean wanted to know, he'd tell him.
"I love you because... you're you," Sam leaned his head against Dean's, his lips inches away from Dean's ear as he whispered. "I love you because you're everything to me, you're my life. Because I know everything there is to know about you, and you know everything about me. Because you drive me absolutely crazy, but then you redeem yourself with a single kiss. Because I know your heart, Dean, and it's beautiful." Sam lifted his hand and turned Dean's head so their foreheads were pressed together. "And if you'll just let me, I'll spend the rest of my life showing you exactly why I love you, and just how much I love you."
Dean moved just enough to bury his face in the nape of Sam's neck, his breathing deep and even. After a moment, Sam wondered if he had fallen asleep.
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Prompt One. Sam/Dean. No spoilers.
Date: 2010-06-03 03:38 am (UTC)After a minute, he moved away from the toilet and sat against the opposite wall. Sam sat down with him, putting an arm around him and handing him a glass of cold water, telling softly to drink slow. Dean's head ached and his hands shook as he took the glass, but he took a few sips and placed it on the counter.
"Dean, you need to drink that." Sam spoke softly, but with an authoritative tone. Dean waved a dismissive hand, and leaned back against the wall. Sam just sighed and picked the glass back up. He sat back against the wall with Dean and stroked Dean's hair with one hand, while coaxing him to take the glass with the other.
After finally getting Dean to swallow a respectable amount, he placed the glass back on the counter and then resumed his position, still stroking his brothers hair.
"Why do you this?" Dean's voice was low and scratchy, but his words came through clear.
"Do what?" Sam looked at him, slightly confused.
"This. Take care of me like this. You should've gone back to sleep." Sam was taken aback by his words and answered his question as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Because I love you." Dean gave a sad little smile at his answer as he shut his eyes and leaned his head against the wall.
"See, that's what I don't get." Dean spoke softly. "How can you love me, when I don't even love me?"
For a moment, Sam considered taking Dean to the hospital to check for a head injury; it was hard to believe he was talking like this, but he decided against it. If Dean wanted to know, he'd tell him.
"I love you because... you're you," Sam leaned his head against Dean's, his lips inches away from Dean's ear as he whispered. "I love you because you're everything to me, you're my life. Because I know everything there is to know about you, and you know everything about me. Because you drive me absolutely crazy, but then you redeem yourself with a single kiss. Because I know your heart, Dean, and it's beautiful." Sam lifted his hand and turned Dean's head so their foreheads were pressed together. "And if you'll just let me, I'll spend the rest of my life showing you exactly why I love you, and just how much I love you."
Dean moved just enough to bury his face in the nape of Sam's neck, his breathing deep and even. After a moment, Sam wondered if he had fallen asleep.
Then he heard quiet words that made him smile.
"I love you, too."