As Sam has imagined, things arenāt exactly easy between them now.
He hasnāt expected things to be easy. Heās deaf, Dean is furious and Cas is missing. Thatās a perfect recipe for chaos in their little world, and heās not even adding Mary in the mix. Honestly, Sam has given up on trying to contact her a few days after the bansheeās incident-- at least for a while.Ā Itās not like he doesnāt want her to know what happened. He truly does. He just has a lot to deal with already.
Dean is a lot. His big brother is just pure drama and tons of self loathing and Sam... well, Sam is more than done with that shitty attitude. At this point, thereās little he can do to reassure Dean that he shouldnāt be blamed for what had happened.
Theyāre hunters and humans. Being broken, beaten and permanently damaged was part of the job. It has happened before. If angels and demons and gods hadnāt showed up to mess with their already fucked up lives, Sam is pretty sure one of them would be dead or in a worse state than deaf. But with cosmic powers popping around them day in day out, theyāve grown careless and Sam knows that. Itās easy to be living legends when thereās ancient god-like powers backing them up and fixing them whenever they need it.
Reality had hit them harder when their personal, all powerful first aid kit had vanished into thin air.
Sam isnāt sure if he should laugh at the irony of that or just get worried. Cas could be in trouble. But hey, itās happened before and the angel always came back in one piece.
Right now, he knows that if Dean tries to call Cas one more time, Sam is going to smash that damn phone in the nearest wall.
āDean.ā Sam knows heās being louder than necessary--Dean almost jumping out of his skin at Samās sudden voice is enough for him to know, but hey, at least his brother is staring at him now.Ā āStop.ā
Deanās eyes wide for a second and then narrow slightly, lips pressed into a thin line. He wants to argue, to tell Sam to stop being a stubborn asshole but there wonāt be any childish banters between them again, at least for a long while. Adapting is hard. Dean is upset.
For a moment, Sam wonders if itāll be too humiliating to call Eileen and ask for some experienced help here.
Deanās touch is soft against his arm and Sam barely flinches away. They wonāt be hunting for a long time, but the instincts are still there, always on fight or flight mode. But itās Dean here, and he smiles softly at his brother.
āYou sure?ā Dean mouths, slow and suddenly patient enough for Sam to understand what heās saying. Itās not so difficult if theyāre patient enough but Sam is no fool. Thereās no way theyāll be doing it without stumbling over each other again and again.
Even so, Deanās hands are comfortable and warm on Samās skin and for the first time in all those weeks, Sam finally feels at ease. Heās home. He nods and smiles again, leaning closer and closer until his lips are pressed against Deanās in a soft kiss that is slowly building up into something else. This is good. Theyāre good.
They can deal with everything else later.
{ deaf!sam auĀ }
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