Tag: OH MY GOD
Dean has a certain notebook where he writes down the names and phone numbers to the girls he hooks up with across the country.
Sam finds it one day.
Dean doesn’t know what the small, black x’s that start to show up next to some of the girls’ names mean, or why they won’t pick up the phone when he calls anymore.
John curses about missing bleach and knives.
J2 at Montreal Con 2018 🙂 (photo credit Joanne Allard)
Sorry if this is weird, but I’m a sucker (read: cryer) for Sam sleeping in the Impala instead of inside because he thinks he’s unworthy/not wanted etc… Thanks in advance :0
This might not be 100% what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway!
Warning for gory descriptions.
The ceiling fan twitches overhead, making its final slow circles in the dark. Everything is quiet, except for Dean’s soft snores and the occasional car passing by outside, a hush like waves as its tires scrape the asphalt. Sam focuses on these things, as well as the dull pain of his thumb bothering the scar on his palm. If he doesn’t, he’ll have to look to his left where Jess’s skin is blackened and flaking. He refuses to look, but he can feel her smile, made crooked by the incoming wisdom teeth which had bothered her in the months before she died.
Sam pulls the thin motel sheets up to his chin and rolls to the right. Dean is sweaty and sleep-warm, his arm dangling over the side of his bed. Sam wonders how he does it. How did he relearn to sleep after forty years in Hell?
Sam isn’t sure when he last slept. Dreams and wakefulness are to difficult to tell apart these days.
“Is Sam gay?”
Dean almost spits out when he hears what his father is asking him. What shocks him the most is the calm in his father voice, like he just asked him what he wants for dinner.
“No?” Dean replies after a time
“No you don’t know or no he isn’t ?”
“I don’t know, dad. You should ask him”
“If he didn’t tell me, it means that he doesn’t want to”
Dean licks his lips, not sure of what to say. His dad looks clearly intrigued, worried even, but it’s not Dean place to say anything about Sam sexuality.
“Well, I don’t know. Why do you think that he is?”
John looks clearly uncomfortable, all his attention focus on the road, and Dean wishes he had keep his mouth close for once.
“Found pictures.”
“Pictures?” He frowns
“Yeah. In Sam’s bag. Was looking for something and… shit. It was Sam, on it. With…” He scrapes jus throat “With panties. And like, doing things that I wish I never have seen my son doing”
What? With who?“
“No one. He was alone. But it was clearly a gift for someone”
Dean doesn’t answer, doesn’t know what his father is waiting for him to say. He’ll talk to Sam as soon as they’re alone, which will happen pretty soon since John really looks like he could use a drink.
“I don’t care if he’s gay. You gotta tell him that. I.. He’s my son. I love him. No matter what. But he can’t do that, can’t give pictures of himself to some boy. Who knows what the guy will do with it after ?”
“It’s just pictures dad”
“I don’t like it. I can’t tell him not to, but maybe he will listen to you, you know?”
His dad is looking at him with pleading eyes, knowing that he won’t be able to tell Sam not to do that. Pushing aside the awkward conversation that it would take.
“Yeah, I’ll talk to him”
“Good” John sights, finally able to breath. “Now, talk to me about our next case”
They go back to the motel room three hours later and John only gave one look at Sam sleepy form, controlling that he’s fine, before leaving the room. They will be gone in the morning, but he still wants his night to celebrate the last hunt.
Dean took a quick shower before putting his clean underwear on, sliding under the cover of Sam’s bed.
Sam takes a death breath, his body moving closer to Dean naturally.
“Come on, Sam, wake up” He whispers in Sam’s ear, dropping kisses on his jaw while his hands slide around his waist
“Dean? I wanna sleep” Sam nestles his face on his neck, and Dean let him do without any problem.
“Yeah ok.” He says, caressing his brother’s back “But tomorrow, you need to give me my gift”
(✿ ♥‿♥) He won’t disappear if you blink, baby (funnily enough this is not the first time I’ve had to say it).
Y’know, I do love that when Dean got stuck in Purgatory, he was immediately, consistently focused on getting them out of there as quick as humanly possible, no matter who he had to plow through. But after 2-3 days in the equally violent and unpleasant BadPlace!AU with Sam, he’s just kind of grudgingly like, “Ah, well. Bummer. Guess we live here now.” Like, as long as Sam’s there too he doesn’t even give a fuck.
That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?
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