After a lifetime of being HYDRA's weapon you are finally free and on the run. This is the story of James Buchanan Barnes who flees and never stops running. This is the story of a Civil War, similar but different. This is the story of a man who should be dead but only wants to live. It's sweet and bitter and sad. It's a Winters Tale. Some canon divergence; eventually M/M/M

After Sam's confession, there was silence again. "Sleep now. I will take care of this mess." Sam wasn't quite sure what Dean meant by that, but all fight had left him and he was so exhausted that he was asleep in a matter of seconds.

When the attacks first start to happen they ignore them. But when Dean's illness forces them to settle down, their life deteriorates. It has been five years but the flowers are much older.

When taking a break after a long drive, Sam and Dean get closer than they could have ever imagined. ". He could hear Sam's breathing. It was steady and deep and comforting. Dean could feel himself relaxing more and more, felt himself copying Sam's breathing patter. It felt good, being here with Sam. Right even." Wincest, Sam/Dean

"From the first moment you saw them, those eyes were imprinted in your soul. Blue like the sea was what you thought then. Now you know that blue like the sky is more fitting. The sky. That is what you see in his eyes. Every time you look at him and it's all you can do to not get lost."