holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

“Your brother,
Dean?”

Jessica stares incredulously at the boy standing in
the middle of her living room occupying Sam’s personal space like it’s his own;
like it’s where he belongs.

Dean’s green gaze is a little wicked; his smirk a
little tongue-in-cheek.

She feels akin to Dean, in a way that makes her eyes
sting and her stomach churn.

Jessica sees how Sam looks at that boy; like he’s an
oasis in a desert, and she feels hollow and cheated when she realizes: He never
looked at me like that.

Dean looks her up and down like a lion might look at
an antelope, Thanks for keeping him warm
for me, sweetheart, I’ll take it from here.

When Sam kisses Jessica’s cheek and tells her, ‘I’ll be back by Monday,’ she feels Sam
disappearing through her fingers, like smoke.