Title: Validation
Ship: Sam/Dean or Sam&Dean
Summary: the important part
"Dean" Sam says, gently pushing Dean away.
Dean's eyes are so round. "Shit, shit". His movements are jerky. "Shit. Sam" he moves to go, he's at the motel door.
"Dean! Shit. Wait" Sam grabs his shoulder. "Stop, wait!"
Dean shakes him off, his face thin bitter hatred that makes Sam's stomach churn.
Sam gets in his way, hand against Dean's chest. "Dean, listen. Shit, listen. It's ok. There's nothing wrong with-"
"Dammit, Sam" Dean sounds almost tired. Sits down, He rubs a hand over his face. "Shit, shit. Go back to Stanford, Sam".
"No, listen", Sam hesitates, then allows himself to kneel next to Dean. To grab his shoulders. Deans jerks at the touch, but doesn't pull away. There is always this thing between them. "Listen, Dean. That's the thing. I'm not leaving. I don't give a fuck about the sex, have it not have it, I don't care, Dean. But maybe - Dean, we don't have to do this. you don't have to offer this. it isn't important. I am not going anywhere, I am not leaving, I'm not leaving, ok?"
Then there is relief and cuddling , cause even though this is early season fic, it is now season ten, and the world has changed and fandom too.
