Magenta Feelings: Part 2

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Part 1

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That evening, Dean announced a movie night in the Dean-cave. He gathered them all for a screening of Ghostbusters with copious amounts of beer and microwave popcorn. Samuel sipped his beer with his pinky extended, as always, but didn’t say anything about the fat content on the “movie theater-style” buttered popcorn.

The next morning, Samuel and Dee announced that they would make breakfast. Samuel presented Dean with a plate full of only slightly burned bacon with a shy, hopeful smile that made Dean feel very strange, coming from a Sam who wasn’t Sammy. He accepted it with all the graciousness he could muster before coffee (why, he wondered, hadn’t the fancy boys made the coffee first?), recognizing it as a sort of apology. With great ceremony, Samuel even broke off a third of a slice of bacon and nibbled at it with his meal. Dee ate the rest of that piece and another besides.

“Dude, you can have more,” Dean urged him. “I told you, right now it’s just whatever makes you feel better, okay?”

Dee looked shocked. “I ate almost two pieces! How much bacon can one man eat in a day?”

Dean sighed, resigned, and took a bite out of his fourth piece.

Dee’s eggs were a little too runny and there were more than a few bits of shell in them, but Sam and Dean muscled them down, promising to give him some pointers the next day.

“What’s your favorite comfort food?” Dean asked Samuel as they did the dishes.

“Kale,” Samuel replied promptly.

Dean choked on his own spit and wound up in a coughing fit. Samuel stared at him, concerned, and got him a glass of water.

“What’s wrong with kale?” Samuel asked a tad defensively, once Dean could speak again.

“Nothing,” Dean said. “Well – lots of things. But it’s not…” He shook his head. “It’s a long story.”

“You two have a lot of those,” Samuel observed.

“It’s nothing,” Dean said. “Kale. Awesome. You do you. Just don’t ask me to eat any.”

“It’s good for you,” Samuel protested.

Dean shot him a look. Samuel shut his mouth.

“Okay,” Samuel muttered. “I’ll do me and you can do you.”

The next day, Samuel took his run early, informing them at breakfast that he needed the day to shop for groceries and work on the kale side dish he was going to serve them that night.

“I will buy ground beef for burgers as well,” he said, with the air of one making a great concession. “And I will…eat one.” He turned a wide smile on Dean. “Dean, will you grill? I don’t think I have time to learn that particular art before this evening and I understand you’re very good at it.”

Dean, who had been keeping in some comments about kale with a massive effort of will, was mollified. “Sure,” he agreed.

“Why didn’t you wake me up to run?” Dee grumbled.

“You were snoring,” Samuel said, turning up his nose at his brother. But his eyes were soft. “You seemed to be sleeping deeply.” He sniffed. “I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

“I’ll run with you, Dee,” Sam volunteered.

Dee looked surprised and delighted. “Oh!” he said. “Great. Thanks.” Sam wasn’t sure how to feel at his expression. Dean looking truly happy had always drawn him in like a magnet. This wasn’t Dean, but still.

They jogged along the lake without speaking for about half an hour, finally slowing to a walk to drink some water.

“This is weird,” Sam said, smiling a little.

Dee gave him a worried frown. “It is?”

“Seeing you run, I mean,” Sam explained quickly. “Dean hates running. I’m not used to seeing someone who looks almost identical to him out for a jog.”

“Oh.” Dee looked relieved. He shook his head. “Man, I can’t believe he doesn’t run. You can’t beat the endorphin high! And our dad always makes – made us.”

“Ours made sure we were in decent shape,” Sam said. “The training was mostly about fighting, although we used to do sprinting drills. He never really got into distance running. I think he hated it, himself.”

“Really?” Dee stared at Sam with wide, fascinated eyes.

Sam gave him a quizzical look. “I mean – yeah. Why?”

“Why what?”

“What makes that so interesting?”

Dee broke eye contact, glancing towards the lake and shrugging. “I dunno. I guess it’s not.” He took another quick sip of water. “I’m just interested in you. You and Dean,” he added hastily. “And it’s not just me. Samuel is, too. You two aren’t really, uh, super forthcoming with your past. So any little bit of information seems more interesting than maybe it actually should be.”

Sam took this in for a beat. “I hope you know we’re not trying to shut you out,” he said. “Dean isn’t one for opening up in general, and our history is…” He winced. “Complicated. For my part, I don’t want to dump a lot of darkness on you and Samuel when you’re already going through so much.”

“But we wanna know,” Dee insisted. “We just want to get to know you guys.”

Sam gave him a small smile. “I appreciate that,” he said. “I guess I’m not always an open book, either, but – I’ll try to do better. Tell you more. Over time.”

Dee grinned at him. Sam could feel his own smile deepening in automatic response.

“Let’s start heading back,” he said. Dee nodded in agreement. They turned and began running in the direction of the bunker.

***

That evening after dinner, all four Winchesters had settled in the library. Samuel was in an armchair, reading a book he’d picked from the Men of Letters’ shelves; Sam was in the other armchair, looking at something on his phone. Dee had borrowed Dean’s laptop and was sitting at the table. Dean set a bottle of whiskey and four glasses down on the table with a thud that made the other three look up.

“Everybody’s coping mechanisms have been way too healthy recently,” Dean announced. “It’s creeping me out. I officially pronounce this moment booze o’clock.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Dee reached out for the whiskey bottle and examined the label.

“Hey, you got the good stuff!” he said. Samuel perked up at this.

“End of the world – whoever’s world – justifies breaking out the expensive shit,” Dean said. Dee gave him the bottle. Dean cracked the seal and poured them each a generous drink, then handed the glasses around.

An hour later, they were all on their third drinks and the atmosphere had become very relaxed. Dee had pulled something up on YouTube; Dean stood behind him, watching over his shoulder as they both laughed. Samuel and Sam chatted from their respective chairs.

At least, things were relaxed until there was a lull in Sam and Samuel’s conversation. Samuel set his drink down very deliberately and rose from his seat. Flushed and bright-eyed, he rested a knee on the chair between Sam’s legs. Putting a hand on Sam’s neck, he leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.



Silence fell over the room. Dean and Dee stared at their brothers. Samuel pulled away before a frozen Sam had time to decide how to react, but he kept his hand on Sam’s neck and stroked Sam’s jawline with his thumb.

“Was that all right?” Samuel asked.

“Uh – ” Sam started.

“Dude, what the hell was that?” Dean burst out.

“A prelude to much more, I hope,” Samuel replied.

Sam shot a round-eyed look at Dean, who was blinking in astonishment. “You want to have sex with us?” Dean demanded.

“Of course,” Dee said, sounding surprised. “You told me sex is one of the ways you stay sane when everything’s horrible.”

Dean spluttered. “I didn’t mean – ”

“Why not?” Dee said, tilting his head to one side. “Aren’t you curious?”

“No,” Dean said weakly, feeling a flush spread across his face. The truth was, he had caught himself looking at Dee a couple times and reflecting with a confusing mixture of attraction and narcissism that he and Dee really were awfully good-looking. And the thought of watching two Sams was…

He looked at Sam and Samuel. Samuel hadn’t moved, although his hand was on Sam’s chest now, idly rubbing the corner of Sam’s collar between his thumb and forefinger. Sam kept glancing between Samuel and the Deans, his chest rising and falling a little faster than normal.

“Come on, you’re totally into it,” Dee said, scrutinizing Dean’s face. He stood up and grabbed Dean’s hand. “Let’s go to our room.”

Dean stayed exactly where he was. “Sammy?” he said.

Sam’s eyes moved from Dean’s face to his hand clasped in Dee’s and back again. His lips parted slightly. “I’m in if you are,” he said, voice husky.

Dean swallowed reflexively. Samuel and Dee stared at him with eager, hopeful expressions. Dean heaved a sigh and knocked back the remainder of his drink, clunking the empty glass down on the table when he was done.

“Fuck it,” he said. “Who could pass up an opportunity this weird?”

“It won’t be weird,” Dee assured him, squeezing his hand and grinning at him as he led him out of the library and down the hallway.

As the four of them piled into the room Sam and Dean had given the fancy boys, Samuel threw himself on the bed, smirking up at them. Dee tried to pull Dean towards him, but Dean twisted gently out of his grasp.

“Hold on a second,” he said firmly. “We gotta set, like, a ground rule or two.” He glanced at Dee. “Man, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not ready to see you do stuff with my brother.”

An expression of disappointment flickered across Dee’s face, but he nodded.

“Don’t you two share lovers?” Samuel asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Okay, first of all, don’t call them lovers,” Dean said. “And – yeah, but it’s sort of different when it’s someone who looks almost exactly like me. I’m not saying I’ll never be okay with it, but give me some time. I’m still wrapping my head around a surprise foursome with our identical twins.”

Sam put his arm around Dean’s waist and kissed his temple. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do this at all,” he murmured in Dean’s ear.

Dean shook his head. “I’m not saying that.”

“Well, surely you won’t object to watching us together,” Samuel said. His dimples flashed. “As you did in the shower the other day.”

“I didn’t watch, I just happened to see – ” Dean protested, but stopped, because the fancy boys were clearly not listening. Samuel crooked a finger towards Dee, who knelt on the bed and leaned down to capture Samuel’s lips in a heated kiss.

Samuel made a needy noise and opened to his brother immediately, reaching up to clutch at Dee’s collar. One of Dee’s hands trailed down Samuel’s body to rub at his groin. Samuel moaned and arched into Dee’s touch. He slid his tongue obscenely into Dee’s mouth before pulling back.

“More,” Samuel said, tone demanding. Dee grinned and opened Samuel’s jeans one-handed. His hand disappeared from view and Samuel gave a whine of pleasure, eyes fluttering closed, hips working.

“Fuck,” Dean said dumbly. Sam had moved to stand behind him, pulling him close while they watched. He’d slipped a hand under Dean’s shirt. The brush of his fingertips against the sensitive skin of Dean’s stomach made Dean shiver.

Samuel’s eyes flew open when Dean spoke, focusing on Sam and Dean again. He grabbed Dee’s wrist.

“I want Sam to touch me,” Samuel said.

Dee chuckled and pulled his hand out of Samuel’s pants, pushing Samuel’s shirt out of the way and rubbing Samuel’s stomach in much the same way Sam was doing to Dean. Samuel’s head fell back again and he stretched in a manner which seemed designed to show off his long limbs.

“What do you say, Sam?” Dee asked. “He’s demanding, but really enthusiastic.”

Sam smiled. He pressed a kiss to Dean’s neck.

“Dean?” he said quietly.

Dean’s cock throbbed at the idea. He gestured weakly. “Go for it,” he said. Sam leaned in, turning Dean’s face towards his and capturing his lips in a long kiss.

“Wow,” Dee breathed as he watched, entranced.

“Oh,” Samuel said in a low voice. He covered Dee’s hand, still on his stomach, with one of his. “We do look good together, don’t we?”

Sam couldn’t help but smile, ruining the kiss. Dean rolled his eyes at the fancy boys.

“I can’t believe you never filmed yourselves,” Dean said. “You two really seem like the type.”

“Oh, no,” Samuel said immediately. His and Dee’s eyes were wide. “We could never do that.”

“What if Dad found it?” Dee added.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances and silently agreed not to explore this further for the time being. Sam gave Dee a smile as Dee hopped up off the bed, letting Sam recline next to Samuel. Sam surveyed Samuel silently for a moment. He’d just lifted his hand when Dee spoke.

“Wait,” he said.

“Dee, I don’t want to wait,” Samuel protested.

“I know, and I wanna watch, but – ” Dee turned to Dean with pleading eyes. “We haven’t gotten to – I mean, if you want to – ”

His gaze fell to Dean’s lips and Dean felt a surge of desire at the hunger in it. Fuck it, Dean thought. He grabbed Dee’s wrist and pulled him close. Dee inhaled sharply and exhaled with a moan when Dean’s lips crashed against his. He kissed Dean back eagerly, gripping the back of Dean’s neck with one hand and fisting the other in Dean’s t-shirt.

They were both breathing hard when they came apart. So were Sam and Samuel, watching them with identical expressions of desire. Samuel sat up and grabbed at Sam’s hand, pressing it to the bulge under his half-open jeans.

“Touch me,” he said.

Sam, smiling, shook his head and pulled his hand away. “Get undressed first.”

Samuel’s mouth fell open. He looked at his brother. “Dee!” he said, his voice an indignant whine.

Dee shrugged at him. He’d put his head on Dean’s shoulder while they watched; Dean had found himself allowing it, even rubbing his fingertips over Dee’s neck and in his hair. Dee’s eyes were half-lidded with pleasure. He stroked his thumb over Dean’s hip.

“Better do what he says,” Dee advised.

“Hmph,” Samuel said, somehow managing to flounce as he hopped off the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over a chair, then seemed to notice everyone’s eyes on him. He smiled and slowed down considerably as he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs off his hips. He did a twirl when he was naked and then struck a pose, smiling. He was hard, large cock jutting out from his body as though it, too, were enjoying the attention.

“Enough,” Sam said finally. “Lie down.”

Samuel arranged himself artfully on the bed and looked up at Sam beseechingly. “Please,” he said.

Sam grinned and shook his head. “Puppy dog eyes won’t work on me,” he said. “I have the same trick.” He glanced at Dee. “You overindulge him.”

“I know, but – ” Dee gestured towards his brother. “Look at him!”

“But Sam,” Samuel whined, twining his limbs around Sam and thrusting against Sam’s thigh, “I need you.” He pressed his face into Sam’s shirt, rubbing his cheek on it like a cat.

Dee and Dean gave near-identical grunts of desire, staring at Samuel’s writhing form. Sam shot them a look.

“You two are pushovers,” he said. He grabbed Samuel’s chin and kissed him forcefully, shoving his tongue into Samuel’s mouth and biting occasionally at his lips. Samuel made pleased sounds and kissed him back, but Sam didn’t let up until Samuel had stilled, going pliant against him.

“Good,” Sam said. “Lie back.” Heavy-lidded, Samuel did so silently.

“Whoa,” Dee said. “How did you do that?”

Sam spared him an amused glance but didn’t respond. He pulled off his own shirt and straddled Samuel’s thigh. He began dropping kisses on Samuel’s neck, his shoulders. Samuel squirmed impatiently.

“Sam – ” he said, twisting towards Sam, seeking friction.

Sam put a quelling hand on Samuel’s hip, holding him down. “Not yet,” he said firmly. “We’ll get there.” Samuel made a frustrated noise, but sighed and quieted when Sam pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then continued down his chest and stomach.

Dean and Dee had been mostly watching Sam and Samuel, some roaming hands over each other’s torsos notwithstanding. Now, though, Dee began mouthing at Dean’s neck with a slightly frantic air. Dean sucked in a breath and pulled Dee in for another kiss, biting back a moan as Dee knocked their hips together. Dean was achingly hard, and even that bit of cloth-covered friction sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body.

“You gonna demand to be touched, like your brother?” Dean asked in a rough voice once they came up for air.

“No,” Dee said immediately. Dean raised an eyebrow and Dee flushed a little. “I mean, not right now,” he amended. “I want to – uh – could I suck you?”

His eyes were so hopeful and anxious that Dean had to laugh. “Dude, I’m not gonna turn down a blowjob,” he said. Looking elated, Dee immediately sank to his knees and began unfastening Dean’s pants. Dean’s eyes widened at his doppelganger’s eagerness, another wave of lust hitting him.

Dee pushed Dean’s pants and underwear down, staring at Dean’s erection in awe for just long enough that Dean started to get uncomfortable. Before he could say anything, though, Dee wrapped his hand around Dean’s cock and gave it an experimental tug. Dean’s breath caught and he looked down at Dee, thinking about how bizarre it was to see his own face looking back up at him and that his dick was in his hand, but not his his hand.

It was close to getting too weird when Dee erased all of Dean’s thoughts by leaning forward and closing his lips around the head of Dean’s cock with a moan. He squeezed the base and tongued the slit in a way that made Dean give a startled, slightly-too-loud noise of pleasure.

Dean remembered about their brothers and looked to see Sam and Samuel watching them eagerly. At some point Sam had taken off his pants, too. Samuel was working Sam’s cock with long, slow strokes; Sam was keeping stoic, barely reacting visibly, though Dean knew him well enough to see the pleasure in the set of his jaw and the movements of his eyes. For his part, Sam was brushing his fingers against Samuel’s erection, giving Samuel the contact he craved only in the form of a teasing touch that was making him twitch and give frustrated keening sounds.

Dee was taking Dean in by slow inches. Dean found himself sliding one hand into Dee’s hair automatically, resting the other one on Dee’s shoulder to steady himself. Dee moaned again at Dean’s touch, leaning his head into Dean’s palm for a second.

“Fuck,” Dean said, gasping at the vibration. Dee made a pleased humming sound that had Dean biting his lip. He looked back at the other two. Sam wrapped his hand suddenly around Samuel’s cock, pumping it twice, quickly, and making Samuel cry out. Just as quickly, Sam released him and went back to the light, teasing touches. Samuel groaned, letting his head fall on Sam’s shoulder.

Sam honest-to-God smirked; Dean stared at him, openmouthed, until Dee reached up to gently squeeze his balls and Dean forgot all about it in the slide of Dee’s tongue against his shaft.

The room fell silent for a few minutes, save for quiet sex sounds. Finally, Sam cleared his throat.

“So,” he said. His voice was hoarse with controlled desire. “What’s the plan?”

Samuel released Sam’s cock, throwing his arms around Sam’s shoulders. “I want you inside me,” he murmured, mouth against Sam’s neck.

Dee pulled off Dean’s cock with a loud pop. “Yeah!” he said enthusiastically, looking up at Dean. “And you can do me.” His chin was shiny with saliva. He wiped it off with the back of his hand.

Sam and Dean looked at each other. Sam raised an eyebrow and gave Dean a crooked grin. Dean half-laughed, shaking his head.

“Why the fuck not,” he said.

***

A little while later, Dee and Samuel were lying on the bed on their stomachs. Both were naked now. Dean had shed the rest of his clothing, too.

Before they joined the fancy boys, Dean grabbed Sam for an openmouthed kiss. Sam returned it eagerly, holding Dean tightly to him.

“You still okay with this?” Sam asked quietly.

Dean glanced at Samuel and Dee, who were looking over their shoulders and watching with dilated pupils and slightly open mouths.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean said fervently. He shook his head. “Weirdest fucking thing we’ve done in a long life of crazy and weird, but yeah. I’m good.”

Sam smiled and kissed him again quickly. They separated and approached Samuel and Dee.

Sam smacked Samuel’s ass a couple times, a heavy blow on each cheek. Samuel cried out delightedly, the sound turning into a moan as Sam soothed the skin with a gentle touch.

“Again,” Samuel said with a stuttering breath.

Sam chuckled. “Maybe another time.” He spread Samuel’s cheeks with his fingers and got down so he could lick a slow line from Samuel’s perineum to his hole. Samuel groaned, hips rocking into the bed.

Meanwhile, Dean hesitated over Dee’s body for a moment, then turned him over and leaned down to kiss him, running his hand over Dee’s chest and stomach. Dee gasped and broke the kiss when Dean wrapped his hand around his cock.

“Dean – Dean – ” Dee said.

“Seems like you didn’t get that much done to you yet tonight,” Dean muttered. Dee’s tone was so intense that Dean felt somehow like he needed to explain his actions.

“I don’t care,” Dee said, breathing hard. “Between watching them and – you in my mouth – ” Dean leaned down and kissed him again, thinking that was enough of that, but when he pulled back, Dee was still talking. “But this is – oh, Dean – ”

“All right, all right,” Dean said, a little unnerved at the look in his double’s eyes. He gave Dee a few more slow strokes, then released his cock.

Dee looked crestfallen. Just for an instant, the expression here and gone, but Dean caught it and felt a throb of sympathy. He patted Dee’s cheek.

“Relax, man,” he said, and gave him another quick kiss. “I’m gonna take care of you, all right? Roll over again for me.”

Dee’s face relaxed into an expression of profound relief. He nodded and rolled over, following the prompting of Dean’s guiding hands. Dean let his hands linger on Dee’s sides as he kissed his way down the symbols on Dee’s spine, feeling Dee’s shuddery breaths in and out. Finally, he grabbed the lube and dribbled a generous amount in Dee’s crack and onto his own fingers.

As he did, he continued to keep half an eye on Sam and Samuel. Samuel had been making near-constant noises of breathy, needy pleasure as Sam laved his hole, flicking and teasing it.

“Please,” Samuel begged. “Sam, please, please…”

Sam stopped abruptly when he saw Dean with the lube in his hands, sitting up and motioning for Dean to pass it over when he was done with it.

“No – more!” Samuel said hotly.

“You were so polite for a second there,” Sam said, sounding amused as he made use of the lube.

Dee laughed, earning a glare from Samuel. But the smile abruptly fell from Dee’s face at the touch of Dean’s finger against his hole. Samuel was quickly distracted by Sam at his.

Sam and Dean didn’t rush the prep, but worked efficiently. It didn’t take very long before Samuel and Dee were making noise constantly, pushing back against Sam and Dean’s fingers.

When Sam and Dean judged them ready, they helped Samuel and Dee onto their hands and knees, positioning them on the bed so that everyone could watch each other. Samuel and Dee paused to grab at each other and kiss passionately. Sam and Dean watched them as they spread lube over each other’s cocks, thrusting into each other’s touch. Sam’s eyes were bright; Dean was grinning in anticipation.

Finally, Sam and Dean positioned themselves. Dean gave Sam a questioning look and Sam nodded. They sank into their doppelgangers simultaneously, earning a cry from Samuel and a low groan from Dee. Samuel and Dee’s backs arched, their heads thrown back, looking thoroughly debauched and as if they were thoroughly enjoying it.

“Fuck,” Dean swore. He stared down at Dee’s back, then at Sam and Samuel. He shook his head. “Jesus, you two look…”

“So do you,” Sam gasped. He pulled nearly out of Samuel and pushed slowly back in, eliciting a needy sound from Samuel.

“You good, Dean?” Dee asked breathlessly.

“Fuck, yeah,” Dean said, suppressing distracting thoughts about being balls deep in essentially himself. He started thrusting slowly. “You?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Dee echoed, pushing back against Dean’s rhythm.

“Faster,” Samuel demanded.

Sam looked wry and slowed down, making Samuel whine. He looked frantically at Dee, who shrugged.

“Please?” Samuel tried.

“Better,” Sam said, and went a little faster.

They all stopped talking and the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of their coupling; ragged breathing and moans and the slap of flesh on flesh, both sets of Winchesters lost in the tight heat or penetrating fullness of their bodies. Sam eventually acquiesced to Samuel’s requests of faster and harder; Dean more or less kept pace with him, though he was instinctively gentler with Dee.



After awhile Samuel started begging again; when Sam decided he’d done it enough, he wrapped a hand around Samuel’s cock. Dee hadn’t asked for anything, but Dean followed suit. Samuel and Dee gasped and got much louder. They gazed into each other’s eyes as they came almost simultaneously, crying out Sam and Dean’s names.

Sam and Dean watched each other’s faces, too, as they pounded into their doubles. Dean was so busy staring at Sam that his own orgasm almost surprised him. He cried out as he shot into Dee, holding Dee’s hips tightly. Sam followed right after him, coming with a low, satisfied groan.

They barely had time to catch their breath before the fancy boys were all over them, wrapping their arms around their necks and kissing them hard. Sam and Dean laughed as they kissed them back.

“All right, all right,” Dean grumbled eventually, mostly for show. He let his arms rest around Dee’s hips. “You’re fine.”

“You don’t understand,” Dee said. “We thought for so long that you’d never do this with us.”

“We haven’t even known you for that long,” Dean pointed out.

“Well, it felt like forever,” Samuel said, nuzzling Sam’s neck. “We wanted to right away.”

“You two are so weird,” Dean said. “Who meets funhouse mirror versions of themselves and immediately wants to have sex with them?”

“Who doesn’t?” Dee said, sounding puzzled.

“It’s not just that,” Samuel said softly. “We thought we were going to lose everything. We did lose everything.” Sam stroked his back. Samuel smiled, and it chased away most of the sadness in his eyes. “But we gained two new brothers.”

“Yeah,” Dee agreed, pressing a kiss to Dean’s tattoo. “Now we all have two new brothers.”

Dean, wide-eyed, caught Sam’s gaze. Sam was smiling. He gave Dean a little shrug. Dean blew out a breath, looking exasperated, but Sam knew him too well to be fooled.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “I guess we do.”

Comments

[cassiopeia7.livejournal.com]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 WE DID IT, BB! 💜💙💚💛🧡❤️

Gotta say, I loved this fic just as much on my fourth read as I did on my first! I have fallen in total, head-over-heels love with your “Fancies” ... especially poor, slightly-insecure Dee. I want to hug him silly.

Thanks so much for choosing my original prompt, for giving it a fantastic home, for taking it from “silly” to WONDERFUL. For giving our guys a moment of peace and happiness. For making this Reversebang collaboration a thing of beauty. Laura, you are AWESOME. 💖💖💖💖

[ellerkay.livejournal.com]

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I'M SO PROUD OF US!!

Deb, I can't thank you enough for your kind words here and throughout this process. I can happily write stories on my own, but having your ideas, support, and enthusiasm made writing this exponentially more fun. It's truly a gift to collaborate with a person like you. I think we really created something special together. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3