Sing for the Tears.

By CC

Hijo de puta would never know just how much he meant to him. How he held his very sanity in his hands. Sometimes all he had to hold to was the constant stream of words that fell from those full lips. And sometimes he would stop the words with a long wet kiss, and blue eyes would stare into his and just give him what he needed. No questions, no strings, just give with no thought of gain. How fucked up was that? Sometimes he felt like such an asshole but still he soaked up all that motherfucking love, cause to not take what was offered so freely would hurt him and Cougar would die before he hurt Jensen.

That Mexican son of a bitch would never know just how much he meant to him, how he held his very sanity in his hands. How his silence soaked up all the bad shit they saw, and gave him a safe calm place to rest. Sometimes he would just look at him with those mocha eyes that gave him the acceptance he so desperately needed, no expectations, no strings, just unconditional love and he would be damned if he understood how he could even stand to be around him when his mouth ran away from him and his brain just wouldn't fucking shut up. Sometimes he felt like such an asshole but still he soaked up all that motherfucking love, cause to not take what was offered so freely would hurt him and Jensen would die before he hurt Cougar.