SPN FIC: eternity in a moment
It was cold. But what else was new? For the past few days, the brothers had been forced to bear the cold. Winter, I can safely say, is least favorite time of the year. And by far the worst season that existed. You quickly tire of loosing feeling in your toes and fingers, or having to wear four different shirts. It was just so ridiculous. Sam didn’t seem to notice the cold as much. Or, rather, he didn’t seem to care as much as I do. Sammy had always been the one who didn’t complain as much, but I find it odd that this low of a temperature didn’t affect his mood. Because it damn sure makes me feel as though I could ram my head through a wall.
“Do you want me to drive for a while?”
“I got it, Sammy.”
“You’ve been driving for six hours… you need to rest.”
He always had to argue, didn’t he? And what was worse was that he always got his way. The little bitch got absolutely everything that he wanted. And what’s even worse that that is that I let him have it. I don’t even try to say no, because then he’ll go into one of those moods. You know the kind. Where he doesn’t speak to you unless it’s important or to tell me how much of a jerk I am. What else is new? I pressed my fingers against my eyelids, applying pressure to them to keep them open as I pressed on down the lonely highway. I stifled a yawn in the crook of my elbow, Sam watching me with intense eyes. I could feel the question, no… the demand, coming on. I was prepared for it, but I didn’t take action on it.
“Come on. Get some sleep. It’s no big deal, man. I can drive, now. I’m a big boy.”
“Why don’t we just pull over somewhere and stay there?” It would have been too easy for him to have said yes. He always made things more complicated than they had to be. He had that urge to always make me ride the edge of insanity, yet he was the part that kept me from falling in.
“Dude, I’m not spending the night in the car again. If I wake up with one more stiff neck, I’m going to die. Let’s just find a hotel or something, alright?”
“Whatever, Sammy.”
“Sam. It’s Sam.”
There he was trying to argue again. It never failed. I scratched the back of my head, yawning once more as Sam looked outside as the snow flew past in white blurs. His hair brushed gently over his eyes, the way that it always has. The way that always pisses me off, because I just want to push it out of them for once. We didn’t touch, however. It was rare to see us making a physical connection anymore.
“Alright, you want to stop at a motel or whatever, where do you suggest we go?”
“Umm, I think I saw a sign a few miles back for the Oakcreek Hotel. It should be up here somewhere.”
“Oakcreek it is. This one better have a clean shower… I’m tired of roaches scrubbing up with me.”
“Are you sure it didn’t come off of you?”
I just looked at him and continued to drive. He made me so angry sometimes. Or, at least I think that it is anger. I can’t be quite sure because I tend to feel guilt and some sort of anxiety in between the lines of it all. Maybe he just upsets me and gets me thinking of everything else. Sammy intoxicated me, a sweet intoxication at that. He had the power to make me weak. To make me give in. To make me tremble at a single word. Just then, he pointed out the hotel in front of us and I pulled in. It was small, dingy. Just what we needed right now. Something to confine us to an even smaller space to enhance the awkward moments and make them terrifying.
“Well, we’re here.”
“Who should we pay with this time, Dean? Arthur Viktor or Daniel Weatherback?"
"How about Mr. Weatherback?"
We got out of the car and went inside, only to find that the rooms had been filled. No vacancy... again. Pissed off, I walked back to the car and stopped at my door. I placed my hands on the hood and leaned on the Impala. I looked down at the earth below me when I felt two arms wrap around my waist. My eyes closed on instinct and I leaned into the embrace that I knew was being given by Sammy. He set his head on my shoulder, his lips grazing my neck for an instant.
"Don't be mad, Dean... we can just stay in the car." I answered by a grunt, or possibly a moan, when he kissed behind my ear. I turned to look at him, wrapping my own arms around his figure. His warmth was enough to heat me up, and the smell of his hair heightened my senses. Right when I realized that we were embracing... that we were touching, I pulled away and I could feel his heart rip out when my body turned around. He should be used to this by now. He knows I can't give in to him about this. This is the one thing that I have control of. The one thing that I have to keep still... a storm that I have to keep at bay.
"Come on, Sam. We need to find a motel."
"But we can just--"
"We need to find a motel."