"Look Dean! I found a bigger one," Sam yells. His voice breaking through static and the pleasant sound of raindrops against the windowpane.
Dean surveys the long sheet his brother is holding out to him, deciding it will be perfect for the roof over their heads of the pillow fort they're building. Sam's morose attitude had matched perfectly the gloomy day outside. He was Dean's own gray cloud and he decided they both needed a bit of sunshine.
So he had pushed two chairs against each end of the only couch in the motel room, and set to work with the cushions and pillows they had around. When Sam saw what his brother was doing he smiled in that way Dean loved, and both began to work in what was to be the greatest pillow fort in all the world.
"The roof needs to be taller," Dean says, lifting his arms up to demonstrate, going a bit above Sam's head.
Sam nods all wide eyed and Dean feels as if he's actually done something right by bringing back his little brother's smile and gleeful mood. With Sam's help they mess around with the roof until they both like it, and Sam arranges the pillows inside with meticulous attention.
"If we leave this part open we could get a free view of the TV."
"Oh, then we could watch the cartoons. Let's do it!"
"And we could stay up all night, Sammy."
When they finally drop down inside their fort is like they're lying on top of clouds, it's fluffy and comfortable. Dean also feels a bit better even though he hadn't realized there had been a hole in his chest, now filled with Sam's laughter. The rainy afternoon turned out to be one of the best ones they've had in a while.
Sam lays next to him, gushing about their handiwork, one of his hands gripping tight the hem of Dean's shirt. He doesn't comment on it, instead grabs the remote control and searches for something they will like. They don't make it pass ten at night, too tired to move away from the other and falling asleep with the sound of the TV and the rain singing outside.
Dean surveys the long sheet his brother is holding out to him, deciding it will be perfect for the roof over their heads of the pillow fort they're building. Sam's morose attitude had matched perfectly the gloomy day outside. He was Dean's own gray cloud and he decided they both needed a bit of sunshine.
So he had pushed two chairs against each end of the only couch in the motel room, and set to work with the cushions and pillows they had around. When Sam saw what his brother was doing he smiled in that way Dean loved, and both began to work in what was to be the greatest pillow fort in all the world.
"The roof needs to be taller," Dean says, lifting his arms up to demonstrate, going a bit above Sam's head.
Sam nods all wide eyed and Dean feels as if he's actually done something right by bringing back his little brother's smile and gleeful mood. With Sam's help they mess around with the roof until they both like it, and Sam arranges the pillows inside with meticulous attention.
"If we leave this part open we could get a free view of the TV."
"Oh, then we could watch the cartoons. Let's do it!"
"And we could stay up all night, Sammy."
When they finally drop down inside their fort is like they're lying on top of clouds, it's fluffy and comfortable. Dean also feels a bit better even though he hadn't realized there had been a hole in his chest, now filled with Sam's laughter. The rainy afternoon turned out to be one of the best ones they've had in a while.
Sam lays next to him, gushing about their handiwork, one of his hands gripping tight the hem of Dean's shirt. He doesn't comment on it, instead grabs the remote control and searches for something they will like. They don't make it pass ten at night, too tired to move away from the other and falling asleep with the sound of the TV and the rain singing outside.
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