#!transmissions

His arms wrapped firmly around her slender frame, his nose pressing into the crook of her neck, tickled with her silver hair. His eyes crinkled in his smile, as his chuckle racked through his shoulders. "Khaleesi" he grins, "I'm glad to be back. I've missed your -- enthusiasm."

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But they can finish them

mamaaaa just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead

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A few beers down and yet another wasted study session, and they'd dissolved into kissing eachother. Small giggles set off by roaming hands and mouths forming against eachother, eyelids closed and flashes of bright red forming behind them as the sun reaches their faces. His hands reach up to intertwine in her hair, and his mouth trails down, pressing his lips against her jaw. His mouth trails down to her chin, marking each centimeter with carefully placed kisses and he pulls away, his mouth millimeters from hers with a taunting smirk across his face.

He'd been sick for a while, ever since the trials. He'd fallen apart and never really gotten better, and Dean was worried sick. He tried so hard to keep him healthy, to make him eat and to make him sleep but it was futile. He would have to watch his baby brother every second and Sam was no less stubborn than he'd ever been. When he collapsed, it was all that Dean could do to keep from collapsing as well, but he didn't. He dragged him to the hospital and they'd put him in an ICU. They had no idea what was wrong with him, and he knew they wouldn't figure it out. He stationed himself next to his brother where he laid in his crisp hospital bed. When he got a call he had to take, someone he had to help, he leaned down and kissed his little brother on the cheek and whispered, ❝Goodnight, Sam❞ and just for a second, it was as if he was a little boy again, kissing his baby brother goodnight.