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crossoverficTitle: Keep That Head On My Shoulder
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rosie1234
Fandom: BTVS/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Buffy/Dean, Sam
Spoilers: None
Summary: “Are you sure that you’re okay, Dean, because you sure do not look it.”
Word Count: 377
Note: Day 28! :D
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twistedshorts, galorechallenge, theechochorus
Prompt: Until tomorrow, death
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
I should not be here, standing before him these damn arms wanting to reach out to him but never doing so, invading into his new much happier life but leaving is not something I’m able to do.
(watch as he finds normal with another woman and forgets about the abnormal woman in his past)
“Are you sure that you’re okay, Dean, because you sure do not look it.”
I had been the third wheel in this epic story, which ended so wrong that it’s hard to even think about the beginning of it (and how everything was so damn different), for so long that when he was hurting I always wanted to try and fix it no matter what.
(back then his head was planted on my shoulder and I hoped it would be like that for life)
“Why are you here, Buf? The whole thing is over and done with, we both just need to move on and leave the past behind us.”
In the past I had admired that think wall that kept his feelings from spilling over, god forbid he let anyone see his eyes will with tears (even I only saw one lone tear all these years), but now I wanted that wall to crack so I could join along.
(it had been my lips the devil kissed before he fell back into his cage)
“I’m here because I love you, Dean, I never said it when it really mattered but here I am saying it right now. But do you still have some love left in you?”
Every ‘I love you, you son of a bitch’ had died in my throat, as younger brother was begging for forgiveness on his knees (which never came), but know I was able to say it and do so a million times over.
(having no one there to drag me away from him was a good start)
“I do not know, Buffy, I just don’t fucking know. I want to feel something, one damn thing but everything’s just numb.”
Those hidden tears came spilling out, and for us the big damn heroes of the world it was something, and I joined along finally taking him in my arms and letting his head rest on my shoulder.
Author:
rosie1234Fandom: BTVS/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Buffy/Dean, Sam
Spoilers: None
Summary: “Are you sure that you’re okay, Dean, because you sure do not look it.”
Word Count: 377
Note: Day 28! :D
For:
twistedshorts, galorechallenge, theechochorus Prompt: Until tomorrow, death
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
I should not be here, standing before him these damn arms wanting to reach out to him but never doing so, invading into his new much happier life but leaving is not something I’m able to do.
(watch as he finds normal with another woman and forgets about the abnormal woman in his past)
“Are you sure that you’re okay, Dean, because you sure do not look it.”
I had been the third wheel in this epic story, which ended so wrong that it’s hard to even think about the beginning of it (and how everything was so damn different), for so long that when he was hurting I always wanted to try and fix it no matter what.
(back then his head was planted on my shoulder and I hoped it would be like that for life)
“Why are you here, Buf? The whole thing is over and done with, we both just need to move on and leave the past behind us.”
In the past I had admired that think wall that kept his feelings from spilling over, god forbid he let anyone see his eyes will with tears (even I only saw one lone tear all these years), but now I wanted that wall to crack so I could join along.
(it had been my lips the devil kissed before he fell back into his cage)
“I’m here because I love you, Dean, I never said it when it really mattered but here I am saying it right now. But do you still have some love left in you?”
Every ‘I love you, you son of a bitch’ had died in my throat, as younger brother was begging for forgiveness on his knees (which never came), but know I was able to say it and do so a million times over.
(having no one there to drag me away from him was a good start)
“I do not know, Buffy, I just don’t fucking know. I want to feel something, one damn thing but everything’s just numb.”
Those hidden tears came spilling out, and for us the big damn heroes of the world it was something, and I joined along finally taking him in my arms and letting his head rest on my shoulder.
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