verucasalt123 | Birthday ficlet for my friend rhondeez

rhondeez, I wanted to give you a birthday fic inspired by tonight’s SPN episode, but all the negative comments have changed my mind, just in case you feel the same way. I don’t want to be offensive to anyone. So, without further ado, I bring you a schmoopy Sam/Dean ficlet that is set at some indefinable point in time. Happy early birthday, honey.

He doesn’t even know, that’s the thing. He has no fucking clue how beautiful he is. Stretching his limbs when he gets out of the car. Smiling at strangers for no fucking reason whatsoever. Laughing at his own jokes. Putting clothes in the dryer at the Laundromat. Stepping out of the shower with water still dripping from his hair. Laid out underneath me in bed, his hands fisting the sheets, his mouth open with half-whispered curses as I work him open, suck his cock, get him ready for me.

That’s why I stare. I try not to get caught, because I don’t want him to think I’m girly or crazy or whatever. But I can’t help it, he’s so goddamn gorgeous, even just standing still, fully clothed, doing nothing. I have to look. I have to take it all in, I have to appreciate that he gave himself to me.

Me. Of all people. He could have had anyone. And no matter how much I joke about it, I really mean it, anyone. But he chose me. I mean, I guess we chose each other. Extenuating circumstances, sure, having spent all our lives glued together. But still. He could have gone his own way anytime. Could have met someone else, could have just not wanted this.

None of that was the case, though, and by now I’ve stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop and learned to just be thankful. He’s mine, and I’m his, and that’s how it’s going to be, and as many times as it’s been tried, life hasn’t figured out a way to take this away. If I have my way, it’s never going to happen.