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Title: The First and Second Times
Prompt: 043 - cigarettes
Character/Pairing: Sam and Dean Winchester.
Word Count: 443
Rating: K
Warnings: Reference to underage smoking?
Summary: The second time goes better than the first.
Note: This spawns from my own fascination of watching someone I consider a big brother smoking. Set sometime in S4 but Sam's age might be off.
It was only a small shock when Sam found Dean outside the motel one night, leaning against the tail of the Impala with a cigarette hanging between his lips, a silver lighter in hand as he tried to light it.
He remembered once finding Dean out behind one of the schools they were at when he was younger, smoking with a few other guys. Sam, being the best little brother he could be, proceeded to rip the cancer stick from his older brother’s mouth and stop on it, shouting at him about his health and words like “what would dad say?” Of course, he was barely beyond the age of ten when that happened.
But now he was 25 and knew damn well Dean was stubborn about everything, that he could make his own decisions perfectly fine…most of the time.
Instead of doing what he remembered doing all those years ago, Sam pulled out his own lighter and held it out towards Dean. “Need a hand?”
Dean’s eyes move up to meet Sam’s and the cigarette shifted to the corner, rolling between his lips so he could better form a smile. “Thanks Sammy.”
“Anytime.” Sam flicked the lighter, a small flame producing just enough to catch the end of the cigarette and for Dean to pull back, taking the stick from his mouth with two fingers and exhaling a cloud of smoke into the night sky. Once his lighter was away, he had to ask. “When’d you pick this up?”
“Eh, just something I do when I get stressed out and need a quick fix. Been doing it since I was in middle school. I just never did it around you after once you freaked out over it.” He raised an eyebrow, taking another drag.
Smiling slightly, Sam nodded. “I remember.” He paused. “Sorry about that,” he said in an awkward manner. Sure, it was years ago, but it only seemed right to say something for his actions.
“Don’t worry about it. You were trying to look out for me, like I do for you. I get it.” He shot Sam a pointed look. “Plus, the smoke’s just as bad as the real thing. I didn’t want you getting sick.”
Sam could only nod. Dean did a lot for him as a kid, maybe more than he knew apparently. As much as he wanted to ask what else Dean did like that to keep him safe, he didn’t. Those were other stories for other times. Instead, Sam moved to the empty spot next to Dean, leaning against the bumper of the Impala to watch the sky and the clouds of smoke in silence.