thesoundofaglance

Somehow, Dean found himself standing in the middle of Sam's mind. His baby brother was dreaming; about him, them. It was odd, seeing himself from Sam's perspective. His dream self was taller, longer in the legs, and he seemed to glow with an inner light. This is how Sam sees me? Suddenly Sam's dream became a nightmare. His mindscape got so dark that the only source of light was the internal glow of dreamDean. "You're disgusting," he heard his own voice, slightly deeper and more musical than his true one, say in outrage. "Please Dean!" Sam's face was broken. "Don't leave me," he said on a whisper. But dreamDean was already gone. Dean was st

Dean watches as the man before him practices parts of certain rituals and incantations. It is one of his most favorite things in this world, Sam's voice. Sam has a beautiful voice, no matter what he is saying. He can even make an aggravated curse in Dean's direction sound like a song. Times like these, though, are when Sam's voice is the most wondrous. He rolls the old language off his tongue like he is savoring a rare delicacy. With those rosy lips that seem so innocent, Sam can shape words to kill. He can weave traps that will hold both Heaven and Hell. It scares Dean sometimes. If Sam can harness the words to destroy God and Lucifer, to