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As I'm avoiding my [livejournal.com profile] reel_spn fic like woah, I thought I would clean this one up and post it. Maybe getting rid of the 1247547474848 fics languishing away on my hard drive will help me stop procrastinating.


Title: The Special Ones
Author: [livejournal.com profile] nu_breed
Pairing: Peter/Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word count: 356
Summary: It's different when Dean's there.
Notes: Set in the same 'verse as In a State, More You Understand and Share of Bitterness.



It’s different like this, when it’s the three of them. Not less intense, but less… painful.

When he’s there. When Dean’s there, Peter doesn’t have to focus on pain and death and everything he’s destined for. Dean absorbs it and stops the two of them from getting caught up in it all, getting addicted to the exhilaration of what happens when Sam and Peter touch.

Like always, when Sam kisses him, Peter has flashes. Flashes of all the people, all the deaths they’re responsible for. But when he whimpers into the kiss, Dean’s there, pressing against his back, helping him out of his clothes and brushing his lips against Peter’s neck.

“Gonna fuck you now,” Dean whispers, his voice rough and full of want, warm breath making Peter’s skin prickle, “Make you forget.”

Dean makes it easy for Peter to forget. He’s rough and hard and he takes what he wants, but he’s also slow and careful and methodical and Peter thinks that Dean is just a mass of contradictions that nobody will ever understand.

Almost nobody.

Sam and Dean understand each other just like he and Nathan do and sometimes when Peter's with them, he wants Nathan there so bad it aches.

But Nathan isn't there and Peter needs this. Needs to forget. It’s why he keeps coming back. Why he’s happy to be here, caught right in the middle of this screwed-up, wrong, brotherly thing that makes him feel like he's intruding. So weighted down with need and want and sometimes he has to look away, because he thinks that if he doesn’t, he might just go blind from it.

Peter isn't an idiot. He knows it’s all fake, temporary. Knows that as soon as this is over, he won’t be able to pretend anymore, but he’s tired. So fucking tired of carrying this thing on his shoulders. On a good day it just makes him exhausted. On a bad day he wonders whether there’s any point going on, when everything feels so fucking inevitable.

He knows Sam's tired as well. Knows that when Peter’s not there, when they’re alone, that Dean makes Sam forget too.


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