Tag: AWWWW

babybrotherdean:

These days, it’s more common than not for some laundry to
get mixed up now and then. It’s not even really an annoyance anymore; Dean
might find himself with a pair of jeans that are a few inches too long, or Sam
will drop off a couple of Dean’s t-shirts in his bedroom if they make it to the
wrong pile, but it’s not like they haven’t been sharing pretty much everything
for their entire lives, anyways. There’s no novelty in a few misplaced articles
of clothing, but sometimes- sometimes it’s almost kind of nice.

Dean knows the shirt isn’t his because it’s a little too
broad; Sam’s gotten skinnier over the past couple years, but most of his
clothes still reflect him at his physical prime. It sits loose on Dean’s
shoulders, soft against his skin- cotton’s an old favourite, and he’s made
something of a guilty pleasure out of splurging on fabric softener- and he lets
his fingertips run over the fabric for a moment, a tiny smile on his face.

It shouldn’t smell like much of anything except for “April
Fresh,” whatever that might mean, but it still- it still makes him think of
Sam. Maybe, over the years, he’s just come to associate his brother with
anything homey and comforting, but- hell, he’s getting too mushy, these days.

He keeps the shirt on, anyways. No harm in letting himself
indulge in the comfort.

Sam catches him wearing it in the kitchen later, maybe
trying to hunt down the lunch that Dean’s started putting together. He still
sounds sleepy when he speaks, and his warmth when he sidles up alongside Dean
speaks of a lazy morning spent in bed. “S’this my shirt?”

He fingers the hem, and Dean shrugs, keeping his eyes on his
soon-to-be grilled cheese. “Yeah, guess so. First one I found.”

Sam hums, and then his lips brush Dean’s temple, linger
there for a moment. He’s smiling. “Looks nice on you.”

“You’re a sap.”

He gets a breathy laugh for that one, and Sam stays where he
is for a moment longer before stepping away, towards the table. “Throw one of
those on for me, too?”

As if he wasn’t already planning on it. “Only ‘cause you
asked nicely.”

Dean keeps the shirt on, and when he curls up with his
brother on the couch to waste away the day, it’s warm and comfy and Sam’s
fingers play with the fabric, worn and familiar as it is.

Maybe he’ll keep it, after all. At least until it makes its
way back to Sam.