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“Dean Winchester completes me.”
“Aww, you are such a sap.”
“No, that’s what it says right here, on this tattoo on your back.”
There was a flurry of movement, towels and pillows thrown about, “Fuck. What?!? Where?”
Sam threw back his head and laughed and laughed.
Dean glared, trying to hold on to his anger.
But he had forgotten.
Forgotten what that sound did to him.
Fuck.
He valiantly tried to contain the smile that was trying to break out on his lips.
“Shutup”, he growled.
Sam laughed some more.
It was hot out, the kids were in the pool screaming or fighting or just playing. Sam wasn’t sure. Dean was unmoved so he figured it was all under control. He’d been on his laptop, researching the online history of every Missouri he could find. They weren’t that many, but so far, nobody seemed to fit. Then he’d gotten tired of that and realized that he was here, in his house, lying next to Dean on their day beds, ‘supervising’ the kids as they swam. This was probably the closest to heaven he was ever gon’ get.
Well yeah there had been that whole shared heaven thing but he seriously doubted anyone would let him in there now. What with killing a whole state and abandoning an entire universe to the mercy of evil witches.
Which meant Dean didn’t get that heaven either. He couldn’t imagine a scenario where Dean would go without him. Even given everything that they were going through, Dean wouldn’t leave him.
He chanced a glance at his brother.
And then the words just vomited themselves out of his mouth.
His heart had literally stopped when he realized what he’d said.
They never said shit like that.
Like ever.
Fuck.
He had to cover.
Quick.
Thank God Dean bought the tattoo prank.
Thank God for prank wars and little brothers and expectations.
But even as he laughed he felt the lump in his throat.
He wanted to cry.
Because Dean Winchester did complete him.
And he was so screwed.