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15 February 2006 @ 02:30 am
Closer Than Brothers 2/5, Sam/Dean of Supernatural
Author: darkhavens
Title: Closer Than Brothers
Chapter: 2/5
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G, but 1/5 was PG13
Words: 326
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Incestuous longings
Summary: Dean has a gift for Sam
Notes: Written for stagesoflove Challenge #2 - 'Romance'.
Challenge #1 'Attraction' is here.
Also posted here.




The stock was beechwood, warm and smooth as silk to the touch. Polished to an oil sheen by a thousand hours in caring, careful hands. It fit Sam's grip as though it had been made for him. The tiny nicks and scratches, sanded out and filled, told him that the crossbow had seen action.

"Happy birthday, Sammy."

The laser sight was still so new it smelled of paint and plastic, carefully installed by one who knew his craft. Sam doubted Dean had let the bow out of his sight. It had quite obviously been very well cared for.

"You never did learn how to aim too good. Figured you'd need whatever help you could get." A shrug. "It's not like it cost me, dude. I won it in a game."

The track was flawless, true with not a trace of old wax. There wasn't a speck of dust to throw the bolt off-course. Sam knew Dean took the maintenance of his weapons very seriously, but this was special, a labour of love.

"It belonged to Dad. He planned to give it to you on your twenty-first but, well, shit happens, right? You weren't here, he wasn't talking, I was on the road - it was sitting on the bed when I got back so I took care of it. It's a little late, but it's yours now. I figure it's time you took your turn cleaning some of this crap anyhow."

The crossbow bounced a little as it hit the lurid floral throw, but neither of them noticed.

Sam batted Dean's outstretched defending hands away and wrapped his brother in a fierce hug. Dean froze, his arms held out useless for a moment, before he looped them hard around Sam's waist.

The hug, wordless and intense, went on and on… and on and on and on until the awkwardness got just too much for both of them to bear and then they pulled apart.

"So, uh…"



Part Three



 
darkhavens: sn blues bros [literati]darkhavens on February 27th, 2006 08:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Dean is just a big ol' teddy bear on the inside. ;)