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Nebraska by MsImpala67, Соуллесс!Сэм/Дин.

“I’ve been trying to tell you, Dean. I’m still me. I have all the thoughts and memories. I remember how it all felt. And I want to be able to feel it again.”


“What?”


“You keep telling me about emotions and feelings, about having a soul.”


“And you keep telling me how much better you are now,” Dean challenges.


Sam rolls his eyes and sighs. “But I remember. I don’t care about your moral compass or all the guilt you think we’re supposed to feel. But you and me? That was worth feeling.”


Dean shouldn’t be listening to this. He definitely shouldn’t be leaning forward until their faces are inches away. “What do you remember?” he asks.


A grin slides across Sam’s face, one that would have been hot as hell on the old Sam, but is predatory and unsettling on this one. “I remember what you feel like.” He leans forward to get his lips close to Dean’s ear. “What your cock feels like.”


It hurts. They can’t do this. Sam can’t say these things. Not now. Not when he can’t feel them, too. But Dean can’t stop him.


He’s missed him so much.

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