Title: Hereh
By: DamaskanRose
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Author's Notes: The song is "Here" by Rascal Flatts. The POV's will swap; very interesting how that worked out so well. Anyway, as I mentioned, it's pretty stupid. I just needed to get it out. Thanks.
Summary: Song-fic. Probably stupid. But I couldn't get it out of my head; it seemed to fit them so perfectly.


There's a place I've been lookin'for
That took me in and out of buildings
Behind windows, walls and doors
And I thought I found it
Couple times, even settled down
And I'd hang around just long enough
To find my way back out
I know now the place that I was trying to
Was you, right here in front of me

As soon as I closed the door, took that first step to anywhere else, I knew what they thought: I was looking for an escape; from them, from the life we led, but in the end I was looking for a way out of myself. Away from the constancy of one thought, one feeling, that I never should have had.

But even then, with more miles between us then seemed possible, there was only him: Dean.

In class, in someone else's arms, it didn't matter. I saw his face reflected in every window; he was behind every door; his presence following me through every building I tried to hide in.

When he came back, falling into my new life like a broken angel, I couldn't have stopped myself from realizing that where I needed to be, the only place I belonged, was with him.


And I wouldn't change a thing
I'd walk right back through the rain
Back to every broken heart
On the day that it was breakin'
And I'd re live all the years
And be thankful for the tears
I've cried with every stumbled step
That led to you and got me here, right here

I wondered, every minute of every day after you left, if I could have said something to keep you from leaving. Too often I rejected the three words that just might have done it. It wasn't my way, opening up like that, so I shrugged it off, shrugged you off, but look where it got me.

Heart sick and sore from loneliness; caught in endless rain storms that reminded me of you.

When dad disappeared there was nothing left of me to shatter. I wanted to stay away, Sammy, to let you have what you needed, even if what you needed was a life without me in it. But I couldn't. God, help me, but I couldn't. All I needed was an excuse, any reason; I can admit that now.

I stumbled back to you and felt the world shift under my feet when we touched. And if I needed all of those years of pain and denial, of holding myself back from you, from us, behind me to get to you now, I would have gladly lived each one over again.