Title:
Homecoming Fandom: Something to Hunt
Warnings / Spoilers: Future Fic . None. G.
Characters: Elizabeth Fields, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Summary: Liz never thought that returning home could be so pleasant.
Notes: Liz + Sam + Jealous! Dean = OT3;)! _________
back to Liz 'home' did not represent the same joy as the rest. For her return to the site still impregnated with the scent of his grandmother and his father's memory was not particularly pleasant. There are some positive things, like seeing Alex again; if only to prove that is so suspicious and distrustful as always, has to accept that view exchanging glances with the Winchester was fun.
But opening the Pandora's box of childhood memories was hit harder than he had imagined. Thought to concentrate solely on objective enough to cope, look for some clue that would help clarify the death of his mother seemed reason enough. Overwhelmed among so many thoughts, all I want right now is be dropped into a chair and sleep for several days. Listen
footsteps behind them and contains a sigh. It is also good have been accompanied.
"I would tell you that everything will be fine half ...- Sam smiles, in a desperate attempt to cheer her up. His words have no logical sense, with a devil at their heels for unknown reasons, but Liz can not help but smile back. Sam is the intention of causing his smile genuine, feel supported and understood by someone for the first time in a while compensating all the cons of this 'back home'.
"Do not worry, Sam ...- contains a sigh, and by instinct, stands on tiptoes, realizing they are close enough to kiss on the cheek.
The original idea was that, a simple touch on his cheek, a gesture of thanks.
But Liz was lost somewhere between poor coordination and wanting more, and ended up rubbing his lips just above the male chin. Go through your head hundreds of disjointed thoughts, even the inevitable "What the hell are you doing, Elizabeth?", But on impulse climb steeply again, setting it on Sam's neck and depositing a deep kiss on the mouth closed lips Sam . It was so not to get carried so impulsive behavior, almost childish.
But she was not prepared for that Sam, in a swift gesture, grabbed her by the waist, cutting distance both, and breathing. Kiss naive seconds back, rubbing became palate with the tip of the tongue, smiles and knowing glances fun. Even on tiptoe, Liz listens to his heart beat stronger and feature recognizes that feeling in your stomach, that gap does not produce pleasure more than joy in the soul. Liz
...- the whisper of his name in male voice was never heard as well.
- Hey! Ten feet away, llamas! I'm serious! - The magic moments do not last forever, and to hear the voice of Dean, Elizabeth Fields knew that theirs was over.
- Dean! - Sam turns to his brother, his tone was annoying ... and uncomfortable-You said you'd call if you found something! -
"I know, sigh, shrug, without taking your eyes off either, but the batteries were completed y. .. anyway, better than appeared right? -
- Dean! - to rebuke the absurd attitude of his brother, Sam left her. Liz
never felt so alone as in that moment.
"Stop whining, Sammy. Let the car, tell them the way, "Dean patted Sam's back, forcing him to walk out the door. Alone, briefly exchanged glances with her llamas .- You know, if smoke from my seat trasero...-
Contra todo pronóstico, Liz sonrió a plenitud. Nada de lo que Dean pudiera gritar en este instante, le robarían lo ocurrido hace tan sólo un par de minutos atrás. Ya tendría tiempo para hablar con Sam, e incluso podría disfrutar el recorrido, lanzando miradas desde el retrovisor del auto.
-Sí, Dean, lo que tú digas...- asiente, caminando hacia la puerta y dejándolo atrás.
-¡No me gustó ese tonito, ven acá!-
“Hombres”.
Volver a casa después de tantos años tiene, desde ahora, poquísimos puntos en otra.
