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Sam thinks of the horse as his masterpiece. Well over twenty hands tall, with a spiraling dark horn on its head, huge leathery wings, and it breathes fire. 

 

When Dean sets eyes on it, he freezes. “Wow,” he breathes. “Sam.”

 

Sam grins as Dean slowly steps closer. The horse sticks its head out of the stall, angling its horn away. “Gorgeous,” Dean murmurs and the horse nickers. Dean stretches his arm, letting his fingers rest softly on the horse’s neck.

 

“Sam,” he says. “You made this place, didn’t you.”

 

“Yeah,” Sam admits. “Happy birthday.”

 

Dean slides back the lock and lets the horse out. It spreads its wings, nuzzling at Dean’s shoulder, careful with the horn.  “Sammy,” Dean asks, “just how powerful are you?” He runs his hand along the horse’s neck, down to its shoulder, and gently traces the base of its wing.

 

“Does it matter?” Sam asks in reply.

 

Dean stays quiet for a moment. “No,” he finally says. “I guess it doesn’t.”  

 

 

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Date: 2009-08-27 01:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucywiggin.livejournal.com
Thank you! Awesome. And I love the horse's picture.

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Date: 2011-09-30 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] e313.livejournal.com
see, Sam is considerate this way: he even made it Dean's favourite colour :D u know if i think objectively this fic is kinda terrifying but i have to admit that my first thought upon reading it was 'so cute!' :D

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