Dean Urquhart (thebetterdean) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-01-20 12:27:00

Who: Sam and Dean
When: Sunday Oct 12th
Where: Boys' Dorm
Rating: Something for language I assume
Status: Incomplete

This was perhaps the hardest thing he would ever have to do and he knew it. Dean was laying on his bed after breakfast waiting for Sam to make his appearance in the dorm, he had to tell him. It wasn’t fair for him just to go off with Stewart without telling Sam first. He had to tell him his choice; he deserved to know where his heart lay. He wanted to say it was with Sam so as not hurt him, but it was hurting himself and what he discovered he wanted. Dean couldn’t explain it but the three year crush had apparently run its course, right as his crush was returning to feeling. Dean felt like he was doing something stupid, but he knew it was the right thing. He was only thinking of staying with Sam because he was afraid to lose him as a friend, but that was no way to build a relationship. It was breaking him apart to have to say this to Sam because he knew once he did; the friendship wouldn’t be at least not for a while. Dean was going to try hard to keep the friendship, after he gave Sam as much space as he could. Why did romance have to be so complicated?

Dean sat up on his bed as he heard the door of the boys’ dorm and ran his fingers over his eyes before putting his glasses back on. He looked over at the door waiting for Sam, he had to do this quick.

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samlish
2008-01-22 01:17 am UTC (link)

If Dean thought he was making things better with what he was saying to him, he was wrong, really couldn't be more wrong. If he had done it without getting him into it.. then maybe Sam had been a little bit more fine with it, but now, when Dean just spoke about that Ackerley happened and then he couldn't explan it. In other words Dean had just told him that sure he was ok, but Ackerley was so much better and he would pick him over Sam any day, whatever it was on about. It hurt worse than anything had done yet, because that meant that not even their friendship meant enough for Dean, over six years of friendship, one of the closest ones, and he was right now just ready to throw it away on a Ravenclaw, on his school crush. He thought he had known him.. Sam would never ever pick any of whoever he was with over Dean, and he had thought it had been the same for his best friend, that he would never do that either.. But he guessed he had been wrong, fuck he had been such a fool. The tears that had calmed down maybe for a little short while, not started up again, the hysterical ones, and he started to sob loudly, feeling more and more like a bloody girl, but right now he couldn't control it or stop it, so he tried to ignore thinking how stupid he looked and all. But why should he care? He was just crying in front of a liar and false best friend..

When he suddenly heard Dean said he was sorry, and then there was a hand on his shoulder and before he could get it as far away as he could away from him, he felt Dean come to hug him, and he froze. Sam loved hugs, he loved any touching like that, and kissing too, but now he hated it. He felt himself getting angry and he felt how disappointed he felt, how tricked, Dean had been playing with him.. and what did he try to do..? No words, except I'm a sorry and a few ones about how he had suddenly met the most amazing person that beat out Sam anytime, not one fucking comfort word.. more than that and then he tried hug him?! He would have loved Dean's hug almost any time but right now, now he just wanted him as far away from him as possible, so out of no where he gave Dean a hard push and took a couple of steps away, just staring at him, hurt, angry and so much disappointment shining out through his eyes, and was showed all over his face, as he just stood there, with cheeks red and striped from the tears, that was still running down there.

"FUCK OFF! What part of that don't you get?! I wish I never could see you again.. I wish you would just go away! Go to him, the perfect one.. he that just happened, he that you would pick me over ANY FUCKING DAY! Him, go to him, Dean! Go and to him and hug him and cry, or you know what? Laugh, do that, laugh and tell him how I cried like a little baby and how much enjoyed that! I bet he would love to tell all his friends! And you know what?! When you're at it?! Tell that bitch Morag too! We both know you already fucking did! SO FUCK OFF, DEAN, FUCK OFF!" He knew the people down in the common room could hear, but he so didn't care right now, it felt like Dean had stabbed him, it was just as painful.. or so he guessed.. he wanted to just leave, but he had no where to go, and if he left school, what waited him there? A mother that didn't give a fuck, his sisters who were all married and lived on their own and a quiet grave.. that never would give him the comfort he wanted and needed so badly.. He never thought it was even possible to feel so lonely and so out of all energy to even live and breath..

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thebetterdean
2008-01-22 01:32 am UTC (link)

Just as Dean expected he was pushed away, and it just made him stand there and look at Sam. He scratched the back of his head through his hat and moved his hand to his cheek to brush the tears away that were falling. He looked at Sam completely heart broken that Sam wouldn’t take his apology, but then could he blame him. He had hurt him, and he had really fucked up.

“Sam I’m not leaving.” He looked at him brushing his tears that continued to fall away from his face. “I care about you, no matter what. You are like fucking family to me. You are my family. My mum and dad don’t give a shit about me. You were all I had, you are all I have. I love you, just not more than a brother. I thought I did, but my constant obsession with you was just my way of holding on to you.” Dean looked down at his feet and he scuffed them against the ground. “I don’t care if you don’t talk to me, and you can leave if you want to, but I am staying here to be with you. I am not going to just let you go. I can’t have the only person I have cared about other than myself for the last six years leave on me. I don’t care if you talk to me. I just want to know you are there. If you need me ever, and I have plans with Stewart I will cancel. If you are hurt, or upset I will be there.” Dean felt his voice breaking as he talked. He was not going to hold it together; he knew he was going to sob hysterically at some point.

Dean moved to sit on his bed and looked at Sam. “I mean it. If you ever need me I will be there. The fact I hurt you is what is killing me the most right now. If I could love you the way I thought I did I would, I really would. You mean the world to me. You are my family. If people ask me who my family is, it is you. Life without you seems strange and foreign. I didn’t know people could care about you, till I met you.” Dean removed his shoes and moved to lie on his bed. He would say here. Sure he had made plans to see Stewart, but he wasn’t leaving. If Sam was here, he was here. He wanted to comfort him some way, some how, even if it was just laying in silence.

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