Afterwards, Dean has leaves stuck in his hair. Afterwards, Sam has a strange, desperate fire in his eyes. Afterwards, they don't talk.
Before, they can't look at each other. Not without shame, anyway. Before, they're suspended in an inbetween place. They know the way forward, but it's not a road they want to go. No one ever wants to go there.
During, they're clawing at each other, biting, grinding. They don't know each other this way. It's their first time. It's rough. It isn't what they pictured.
During, they're doing.
Afterwards, they're thinking. They still can't look at each other. Not without shame, anyway. Afterwards, nothing's different, really.
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Afterwards, Dean has leaves stuck in his hair. Afterwards, Sam has a strange, desperate fire in his eyes. Afterwards, they don't talk.
Before, they can't look at each other. Not without shame, anyway. Before, they're suspended in an inbetween place. They know the way forward, but it's not a road they want to go. No one ever wants to go there.
During, they're clawing at each other, biting, grinding. They don't know each other this way. It's their first time. It's rough. It isn't what they pictured.
During, they're doing.
Afterwards, they're thinking. They still can't look at each other. Not without shame, anyway. Afterwards, nothing's different, really.
Nothing will ever be the same.
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Well, it's a fill, at least?