LATER, CHIRRUT SLEEPS next to me. […] He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet smell of his body. I think: This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have? (insp.)
This one always hurts. This is not the skilled hunter Sam, or the Sam that saved the world…this is Dean’s little brother Sammy. He’s at the end of his rope and he doesn’t know what to do, so he looks at his big brother and asks him how to fix it, how to make it better. And Dean responds immediately, putting a band-aid on his injury, providing reassurances, and pulling his kid brother into a hug; the same way he probably did when they had both been children. This is the Sam that still believes his big brother holds all the answers. The Sam that trusts Dean to fix everything.
I kinda adore his upper lip. Omg Is there even such thing to be attracted to someone’s upper lip??? Like I wanna tug at it and place a small kiss on it and then he’d giggle, sucking softly on my lower lip and then ooh everything turns too hot and we’d be making out on the couch, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, hips grinding causing friction, moans and groans resonating within the room. One of his hands sneaking under my skirt, ever so softly teasing the inside of my thigh, squeezing it, calloused hands burning against my blazing skin as I’d purr into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide in and he’d lick and suck, lewd sounds turning us on even more than we both already are. FUCK and he won’t stop kissing until I’m breathless, chest heaving, blood buzzing in my veins, both of us hot and bothered, fucking aroused. Damn, this ain’t fair.