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Thoughts of Sam being an angel, perfect in every way possible getting curious and close to a peculiar Human (Dean); spending more time on earth than heaven, answering every prayer with a hint of amusement vs Dean who grew up as a Hunter, who grew up only knowing the worst around him with no mother since childhood. No father since years and who becomes oddly attached to the quiet literal Angel that appeared in his life. Dean with attachment issues becoming so easily close to Sam like with no one ever before, Dean who steadily increases his prayers, not because he suddenly believes in god or anything. But simply to keep Sam close.
Dean who becomes attached, who clings and holds on, steadily more obsessive and zealous. Dean who keeps the only good thing, person in his life as close as possible because Sam, Sammy becomes his peace, his reason and Salvation all at once.
Thinking about Human! Dean so jaded, so far from what can be perceived as normal with they way he grew up that he wants Sammy to stay with him always, to fall into arms, glided golden cage he can melt perfectly as he snaps wings of freedom.
Thinking about Dean reaching out, sweet bite of a ruby red apple and serpentine whispers in his ears. Temptation? A spell? Oh no, it just so is, that Dean Winchester has always been terribly selfish. Neither Saint, nor sinner, merely a human falling to the depth of love.
Thinking about my oh my, how nothing is scarier, more unpredictable than the Devil, than a human - A man simply in love.
