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Title: Forget Me Not
Author: agt_spooky
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Warnings: Wincest
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own them, more's the pity. Just borrowing!
Author's Notes: This was originally supposed to be part of a longer story, which I have abandoned, a sequel to another I wrote, The Choice (hence the strange POV), where Sam pursuades Dean to give up hunting. But I really liked this little bit and it can stand on it's own as a snippet, so I decided to post it. Short, but sweet. :-) Comments and feedback always appreciated
Forget Me Not
By AgtSpooky
"I’m starting to forget her, Sam," you whisper into the dark.
"Hmmm?" He turns towards you, resting his forehead near your ear, sliding a hand over onto your bare chest.
"Mom. It’s getting hard to remember her." Your voice betrays your pain at this admission.
"Oh, Dean," his soft sigh in your ear.
You reach up and cover his hand with your own, then link your fingers. "When Dad and I were hunting, and even you and I, she was always right there in my mind. Our reason for doing this. For revenge…"
You trail off and take a breath. "But now, these months without hunting, without being reminded of her every day…" You swallow deeply. "She’s fading, Sam."
He releases your hands and pulls you to him. You sink gratefully into his embrace, your head on his shoulder. "I don’t ever want to forget how beautiful she was. Her hair, it was so soft. She always smelled so good. And her smile…" Your voice was getting rough. "She used to read me a story every night." You close your eyes tight against the moisture gathering there. "I don’t want her to go."
You feel his arms tighten around you, a kiss in your hair. "Then tell me about her," he says softly. "Even if it’s the same thing you just said, over and over. I never want you to forget her, Dean."
You look up into green eyes so like your own. "I wish you could remember her, Sam. She loved you so much."
His smile is sad. "She died protecting me. That’s the only thing I have to remember her by." He clears his throat. "So c’mon. Tell me a story about her."
You smile at him, your eyes saying I love you and thank you. "Well, there was this one time…"
THE END