alexisjane

So, Lynn Anderson died, which is sad. Rose Garden is one of those songs that I love but also resent for being such an ear worm -- once I hear it I can't stop singing it!

But then all roads lead to Wincest...

And now I can't stop thinking about Dean dragging a half dead Sam back to the motel after a hunt, Sam delirious with pain and bleeding from...everywhere, blood soaking into the cheap mattress, spraying from his lips as he coughs and chokes. Dean desperately trying to stem the flow but Sam fighting him, like he doesn't know his brother from the monster they killed already.

Until Dean starts humming the song under his breath, the one his mother used to sing to him whenever he fell and scraped his knee, or bumped his head. The one that he used to sing to Sammy when he was a baby and cried for a mother he never knew, or when he shut his fingers in the door of the Impala, or when the recoil from the shotgun bruised his shoulder because he was too small to hold it.

Then Sam stops fighting. He quiets, allowing Dean to tend to him. Keeps his eyes on Dean's face as he sings low, and sews, and tapes his broken body back together.

And Dean smiles, seeing his brother come back to him from the brink yet again, seeing his lips move slightly, mimicking the words he still hears in his mother's voice after all this time...

"...if sweet talkin' you could make it come true, I would give you the world right now..."

...except later, when he feels them on his throat, against his lips, whispered onto the flesh between his thighs. Then it's all Sam.