A song, a rec and a ficlet.
Dec. 14th, 2007 05:11 pmI was reading this fic rec'd to me by Shinta when I heard this song, You Needed Me, sung by Anne Murray, on the radio. And I was struck by these lines
I sold my soul
You bought it back for me
And held me up and gave me dignity
Somehow you needed me
You took me home
Quite a coincidence, huh, me reading a fic where Sam brought Dean back from hell and there was Anne Murray crooning that beautiful song. Anyway, Shinta and I were exchanging weepy SamandDean-related comments on that song, and one thing lead to another, so err, we came up with this little ficlet. While it is in no way a sequel to Do Not Pass Go - which is a really wonderful fic btw, do go read if you haven't already - this little vignette took place right after Dean came back from hell.
Title : You Needed Me
Authors :
i_o_r_h_a_e_l and
layne67
Fandom : Supernatural
Rating : Chick-flick, G
Warning : Cheese, fluff and sap
Word count : 557 words
"I'm cold, Sam."
"Come on, put your arms around me. Let's get you inside the Impala"
"Bossy bitch."
"Jerk."
Dean is heavy. Sam grunts when he lifts his brother, holding him tight in his arms.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this, right?"
Dean's voice is pitched low. There is none of his usual spark in it. He is tired, so very tired. But he fights to keep his eyes opened.
To feel the warmth that is Sam around him.
To see that beloved face and to hear that beloved voice.
He never thought that he will ever see, hear or feel Sam again. And now that he has his Sam back, or rather, Sam has him back, he never wants to let go.
Dean tightens his arms around Sam's neck.
***
Sam lowers Dean into the Impala's backseat and gently tries to pry off his brother's hands but Dean seems not to want to let go.
"Uh, Dean? I got you, man, but I'm kinda freezing my butts here. Let me go, okay?"
No answer, but Dean slumps a little bit more in his arms. Sam peers down at his brother's face and grimaces when he sees Dean's eyelids drooping, his expression more than a little dazed.
"Hmm, great. Yeah. So much for a cocky ass."
"I heard that," Dean mumbles into his shirt.
Sam chuckles and dammit if he's not feeling a little bit teary now.
***
Dean snuggles under the piles of blankets that Sam has put on the backseat, the smells of leather and sweat strong around him. He inhales long and deep, the smells familiar and comforting, as is the deep rumble of the Impala.
As is Sam sitting on the driver's seat, now turning his head back to look at Dean, worry in his eyes.
Home.
Dean sighs.
He is home.
"Drive on, dude."
***
Sam smiles, keeping his gaze on his brother a moment longer before straightening up to face the road in front of him again. The tears that threatened to fall just now are finally running down in rivulets down his face.
He still can't believe it, though this is certainly what he's been praying for all night and all day, everyday for the past one year.
He has his brother back. Dean is not going anywhere. Never. He will make sure of that; he will lock him up if he has to.
Because Sam knows he could never live a second longer were Dean not here with him. And Sam would never be that stupid to ever walk away again.
He will stay. He will stay until the movie is over and all the audience leave the dark, empty screening room. He will stay, with Dean.
Because ... he will always need his big brother.
"Sam."
"We're leaving. We are leaving."
***
Dean sees his brother smiling and crying, and he smiles and cries too, inside. He really is too tired to do or say anything. To hell and back. He would have laughed out loud if he had the energy to do so. As it is, seeing his brother's face with all the worries of the past one year completely erased is enough.
Dean's eyes close and he falls into a dreamless sleep, safe in the knowledge that they are together again.
For now.

~fin
I sold my soul
You bought it back for me
And held me up and gave me dignity
Somehow you needed me
You took me home
Quite a coincidence, huh, me reading a fic where Sam brought Dean back from hell and there was Anne Murray crooning that beautiful song. Anyway, Shinta and I were exchanging weepy SamandDean-related comments on that song, and one thing lead to another, so err, we came up with this little ficlet. While it is in no way a sequel to Do Not Pass Go - which is a really wonderful fic btw, do go read if you haven't already - this little vignette took place right after Dean came back from hell.
Title : You Needed Me
Authors :
Fandom : Supernatural
Rating : Chick-flick, G
Warning : Cheese, fluff and sap
Word count : 557 words
"I'm cold, Sam."
"Come on, put your arms around me. Let's get you inside the Impala"
"Bossy bitch."
"Jerk."
Dean is heavy. Sam grunts when he lifts his brother, holding him tight in his arms.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this, right?"
Dean's voice is pitched low. There is none of his usual spark in it. He is tired, so very tired. But he fights to keep his eyes opened.
To feel the warmth that is Sam around him.
To see that beloved face and to hear that beloved voice.
He never thought that he will ever see, hear or feel Sam again. And now that he has his Sam back, or rather, Sam has him back, he never wants to let go.
Dean tightens his arms around Sam's neck.
***
Sam lowers Dean into the Impala's backseat and gently tries to pry off his brother's hands but Dean seems not to want to let go.
"Uh, Dean? I got you, man, but I'm kinda freezing my butts here. Let me go, okay?"
No answer, but Dean slumps a little bit more in his arms. Sam peers down at his brother's face and grimaces when he sees Dean's eyelids drooping, his expression more than a little dazed.
"Hmm, great. Yeah. So much for a cocky ass."
"I heard that," Dean mumbles into his shirt.
Sam chuckles and dammit if he's not feeling a little bit teary now.
***
Dean snuggles under the piles of blankets that Sam has put on the backseat, the smells of leather and sweat strong around him. He inhales long and deep, the smells familiar and comforting, as is the deep rumble of the Impala.
As is Sam sitting on the driver's seat, now turning his head back to look at Dean, worry in his eyes.
Home.
Dean sighs.
He is home.
"Drive on, dude."
***
Sam smiles, keeping his gaze on his brother a moment longer before straightening up to face the road in front of him again. The tears that threatened to fall just now are finally running down in rivulets down his face.
He still can't believe it, though this is certainly what he's been praying for all night and all day, everyday for the past one year.
He has his brother back. Dean is not going anywhere. Never. He will make sure of that; he will lock him up if he has to.
Because Sam knows he could never live a second longer were Dean not here with him. And Sam would never be that stupid to ever walk away again.
He will stay. He will stay until the movie is over and all the audience leave the dark, empty screening room. He will stay, with Dean.
Because ... he will always need his big brother.
"Sam."
"We're leaving. We are leaving."
***
Dean sees his brother smiling and crying, and he smiles and cries too, inside. He really is too tired to do or say anything. To hell and back. He would have laughed out loud if he had the energy to do so. As it is, seeing his brother's face with all the worries of the past one year completely erased is enough.
Dean's eyes close and he falls into a dreamless sleep, safe in the knowledge that they are together again.
For now.

~fin
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Date: 2007-12-14 11:15 am (UTC)Thank you so much for the posting, and the song in the first place. I cannot not listen to it the past several days. I love it that we did this.
♥
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Date: 2007-12-14 11:23 am (UTC)♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-12-14 01:14 pm (UTC)Love your new icon!
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Date: 2007-12-14 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 04:26 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-12-14 01:28 pm (UTC)It's wonderful: tender and sweet but still has that spark of snark that makes them Sam and Dean.
Lovely stuff.
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Date: 2007-12-14 04:30 pm (UTC)Thank you so much, Arabia. It is that song that really helps.
:)
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Date: 2007-12-14 05:17 pm (UTC)*flails*
I almost used spark and snark in one of the lines up there!!
Thank you, my love, for reading.
Sam is driving them to this cabin that used to belong to one of John's friends. Dean needs some pretty serious healing there ... ;)
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Date: 2007-12-14 02:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 04:44 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for your lovely words, Julia.
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Date: 2007-12-14 05:20 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2007-12-14 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 05:27 pm (UTC)Thank you, Muni my love!
And honey, I got your card and it's so adorable!! Now I know how to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in Hawaiian :DD
THANK YOU ♥
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Date: 2007-12-15 02:19 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-12-14 08:08 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-12-15 02:21 am (UTC)Thank you for reading :)
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Date: 2007-12-14 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-12-19 09:23 am (UTC)thank you...
*HUGS*
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Date: 2007-12-23 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-23 04:06 pm (UTC)Happy holidays, love!
*Massive hugs!*
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Date: 2007-12-23 04:10 pm (UTC)*hugs you right back*
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Date: 2008-04-30 09:35 pm (UTC)i cried T_T
so sad and beautiful
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Date: 2008-05-01 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-05 09:28 am (UTC)And the song is just so perfect, isn't it?
That I sold my soul and you bought it back for me are just so very PRICELESS!!
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Date: 2008-05-05 11:47 am (UTC)Re: hmm, think my comment went to another post...
Date: 2008-05-20 11:12 pm (UTC)Dean would be broken this coming season I think, but in what way I have no idea.
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Date: 2008-05-20 11:13 pm (UTC)