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15 September 2007 @ 10:13 pm
The first time Sam saves Dean's life  
Author: fleasandlice
Title: If we don't have any heroics, we may just get out of here alive.
Pairing: Sam/Dean (AU)
Rating: R (for language pretty much)
Summary: The first time Sam saves Dean’s life, it’s part heroics and part dumb luck. One of those ‘right place right time’ kind of moments.
Word Count: 703
Prompt: The first time Sam saves Dean's life.
Authors Note: This is an AU fic, Sam and Dean aren't related in this one; and it's not what people would expect from the prompt, but I like the way it came out and I hope all of you do too.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Supernatural, this is all fiction.

If we don’t have any heroics, we may just get out of here alive.

The first time Sam saves Dean’s life, it’s part heroics and part dumb luck. One of those ‘right place right time’ kind of moments.

It was a nice day, sun shining bright and warm on his skin; all of those good things piled into one, so in short it would’ve been pretty fucked up and stupid if he just stood there and watched Dean get totaled by (he will forever call it this) “that stupid black jaguar that, that rich fucker was speeding in”.

So he didn’t.

He dropped his bags on the pavement, not even giving a shit that his new computer speakers could possibly be damaged, and ran for it.

And like something out of a fucking movie, Dean had turned his head right on time to widen his eyes and see a blur of black metal heading straight towards him. It wasn’t like he was just standing there waiting to get hit, expecting some dumb schmuck to come and save him; it just sort of happened like that, because he just wanted a pretzel from the stand across the street and he didn’t expect to get tackled to the ground either but; well, sometimes it just works out that way.

Sam had tackled him football style, and the precious jaguar ended up getting rear ended because another asshole behind him had been tailgating.

Dean blinked a couple times, as he tried to process just what the hell had happened and said, “Thanks?”

And Sam could’ve smashed his head in right then and there against the concrete because cmon, ‘thanks?’ he leaned back instead, pulled himself off Dean and said, “I’m Sam.”

Even with Dean’s eyes bugged out, Sam had still thought he was kind of hot.

- - -

A month after the infamous “accident” happened, Dean got into a bar fight. Sam had told him to lay off the shots of whiskey that night, it had been a shit day and Jack Daniels always turned Dean into a mean fucker.

Dean smashed a beer bottle across the guy’s face, and really when all he had to say was ‘thanks’ that first time; Sam should’ve just walked the fuck away.

The guy who Dean was fighting (throwing drunk punches and kind of hitting) was just some regular who made the mistake of saying how much Led Zeppelin blew, and then he took one look at Sam and it went from Zeppelin to butt pirates and really the whole thing is pretty ridiculous.

So when Sam noticed the blade that was lodged inside the guy’s back pocket, he wrapped his arms around Dean’s entire upper torso and dragged him out of there before shit really got ugly.

- - -

“Man, you make me sound like a fucking damsel in distress or something,” he says, as he tips back the rest of his beer and rolls his eyes at the bartender, “Twice it’s happened, and he acts like it’s some regular routine.”

“Twice huh?” the bartender says, small smile pulling at his lips because he’s used to humoring his customers.

“You kind of are,” Sam half says half laughs (even though it sounds more like a giggle), from all the beer and the affronted look on Dean’s face.

“Fuck you, I am not,” Dean snaps, and calls for a shot of straight tequila, because he’s a man dammit; and real men do not need saving like those chicks in the movies, and real men drink the hard stuff.

Sam slips an arm around his shoulders, leaning forwards on his barstool and invading Dean’s space. The fact that he can easily rest his chin on top of Dean’s head doesn’t help much; Sam knows this, so instead he just opts for leaning his forehead against Dean’s, and smiles.

“Dude,” Dean mutters, and goes to move his head, but Sam closes his hand around his neck and laughs in his face as he gives him a sloppy, wet, opened mouth kiss.

He can feel Dean smiling before he pulls away, grinning and says, “Maybe damsel in distress isn’t the right word.”

- - -
 
 
 
Meg: SPN_ficathonmeegsiestjames on September 16th, 2007 07:14 am (UTC)
“Fuck you, I am not,” Dean snaps, and calls for a shot of straight tequila, because he’s a man dammit; and real men do not need saving like those chicks in the movies, and real men drink the hard stuff.

That made me laugh out loud, that's Dean in a sentence.

Loved this.
fleasandlice on September 16th, 2007 07:30 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it, I saw that prompt and two minutes later this whole scene just sort of played itself out haha.

Dean's definitely a man's man ;)
Meg: SPN_ficathonmeegsiestjames on September 16th, 2007 07:35 am (UTC)
Then I'm even more impressed. As corny as it sounds, well done!
Alaohioala19 on November 11th, 2007 01:34 am (UTC)
hehe that was awesome i wish there was mmore i love sam savin dean and the boys in luv!