pancho y ramona, nueva historia
pancho y ramona, nueva historia
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Just a wee thing for the @whumpmasinjuly day 2 prompt, Love!
CW: Referenced noncon and torture, fucky headspace, referenced dissoci@tion,
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He and his brother barely speak, in the farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, but they barely have to. They say everything there is to say in between the words they are allowed, the hints of conversation they can manage only when the demons are out of the house.
Chained in the puppy room with his neck a constant burning itch and his voice increasingly hoarse and painful, Ryan speaks in quick sentences, in half-whispers. He says almost nothing important.
It’s what he doesn’t say - and what Danny can’t - that speaks loudest.
It’s in the moments when Danny steps in front of Abraham, stands between them, tilts his head just the right way or drops to his knees or shifts forward, blue eyes eager-to-please and nervous and emptied of all the light and life that he’d spent a year clawing back.
It’s in the seconds that Ryan puts himself in the doorway to the demon’s room at night and tells him that Red is too tired, too hurt, too bloody, too anything he can think of.
It’s in how Ryan steps inside instead.
It’s in the brush of arms as Danny washes the dishes and Ryan dries them, toweling off each chipped bit of ceramic plate or bowl or the silver spoons and forks and knives, and they look at each other sometimes, even when they don’t dare speak.
It’s in the way they kneel together, and Danny leans just slightly against him for strength.
It’s in the gentle wind of a bandage over the splint of a broken arm, the press of a soothing cream against the iron-burns that seem to sink further beneath Ryan’s skin with every passing day.
It’s in the way Ryan knows he is the only thing holding Danny here at all - that if he weren’t in the farmhouse now, Danny would be gone, slipping beneath Red permanently, becoming the puppy for good in a desperate push to survive hell.
Because of Ryan, Danny holds on.
There’s guilt in that, but there is something much better, too.
What they can’t say to each other out loud, they have to say in what they do.
When Ryan was three years old, his mother brought home a little boy, older than him but hardly any taller, with a backpack weighed down with everything he owned in the world. They were inseparable in days, have always been. They’ve always been brothers, first, no matter what.
When they couldn’t fight their mother’s way of throwing Danny to the wolves and holding Ryan close, they had to say what they meant in other ways, holding tightly to each other by covering up for each other’s transgressions, lying about late curfews, doing whatever it took.
Now they do whatever it takes all over again.
Now, when a blade slips beneath skin, Danny’s hand holds his so tightly his fingers creak, but he doesn’t try to pull away. He holds on tight, catches the teary blue eyes with his own, and feels his anger pull and shift under his skin. The rage held in check by the iron he can’t remove, the teeth that whisper in his mind to save him.
He can’t say it. Not out loud. Not here and not now.
But he can hold on tight to Danny’s hands as he bleeds and rest his forehead against his brother’s and think, as hard as he can, I love you.
He can see in Danny’s eyes, as he holds with gritted teeth and desperation to his own mind, that he knows.
He can hear the unspoken I love you, too. I’ll hold on here, for you.
Ryan prays he can hold on long enough.
Because they can….
Dean: You know, honestly, with our lives, sometimes I feel like if a demon possessed me, I’d just wish it luck and tell it to take it from here.
Sam: You genuinely concern me sometimes.
Dean: You’re welcome.
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