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"You're not leaving me," he chokes out, ignoring the flames and Dean's agonized protest. He closes his hands around Dean's arms and the fire that immediately blisters his skin. He looks into Dean, using the white heat of the power as his eyes. He looks through every part of Dean until he finds it waiting there; his own blood in Dean's body, the part of him in Dean and Dean in him like it always had to be this way, and Sam reaches out, catches hold and cradles it tight before blinding white light surrounds them both.

I think this is the best Wincest image I've ever read. The first time that their shared blood is salvation instead of damnation.

I can't tell you how intense this verse felt, how deeply it reached me, but I can tell you that this image is going to be on my mind for as long as I'll lurk in the fandom.

Simply perfect.

Sorry for the stuttering comment, I'm still shocked by it all.