we're such fangirls, my god.
Michelle says:
New Year for Sam and Dean. Sitting in the motel room, each on their own bed, tv on and there's this huge clock on the tv. Midnight, and Sam says "Dean. Get up". So Dean's like "wha?" and stands up and Sam like. Takes two big quick steps and hugs Dean and Dean's like wtf let go and Sam just. Holds on.
Cat says:
Oh, that is a perfect image.
Michelle says:
Them sitting on their own beds, apart, is so fitting too.
Cat says:
YES.
Cat says:
And they would be, and there would have been nothing special about the evening at all. Some cheap takeout food, some beers.
Cat says:
And like you said, just sitting on each their bed, watching the clock count down to midnight.
Cat says:
Dean staring at the screen, not really watching it.
Cat says:
Sam occasionally glancing at Dean.
Cat says:
Also, Dean would be like wth, and when Sam just held on he'd kind of bow his head and pat Sam's back a bit akwardly. But not completely get into it, there's still this slight frown, distant look in his eyes.
Michelle says:
Sam would sort of smile into the hug. Untill he pulls back and catches Dean's look. Smile would crash down immediately and his eyes would darken. Then he'll just return to his own bed, shoulders slightly sagging.
Cat says:
Dean would see that, and kind of snap out of it for a moment. Frown, but now he'd be looking at Sam. "Hey, Sammy." A kind of half-smile, not really reaching his eyes, but he'd be looking at Sam.
Michelle says:
Sam would turn, notice the small, but significant difference and return the smile. Then just sort of stand there, between his bed and Dean, indecisive posture. He really wants to walk back and do the hug over, but. He'll end up shrugging "It's fine, Dean, don't worry 'bout it. Happy New Year, yeah?" and turn back again, walking towards his bed.
Cat says:
aljflksd they are such IDIOTS.
Michelle says:
SERIOUSLY.
Cat says:
Dean would watch him, still with that half-way worried frown, and look down when Sam turned away again, nodding shortly. "Yeah." And walk over to the table by the window, sitting down and looking out, kind of restlessly drumming his fingers on the table.
Michelle says:
Sam would sit on the edge of his bed, watching Dean for a few minutes. Sam's right leg would be moving up and down constantly, bouncing, Dean's restlessness reflecting on Sam. After another couple of minutes Sam would breathe out deeply, leap up towards the table and grab his jacket off his chair. "Think I'm heading out for a few. You don't have to wait up."
Dean looks up sharply, frowning in another way, rather disbelieving what he just heard.
"What? You're - where are you going? Dude, It's New Year's Eve."
Sam shrugs on his jacket, carefully avoiding Dean's gaze as he checks his pockets for his bus ticket. Hoping they set in some extra busses for New Year, otherwise he's just royally fucked.
Feeling the scrape of paper against his hand in his right pocket, he looks at Dean, smiling in what he hopes is a nonchalant manner.
"Uh, yeah? Exactly? You know, normal people actually celebrate. And stuff."
Dean is still frowning, looking up at Sam.
"Yeah, well."
Something's off about this, and he tries to pin it, but can't get further than the determinedly bright smile Sam's putting on and a dull ache behind his eyes. He looks down and rubs a hand across his face, shrugging.
"D'you want me to...?"
He gestures in the general direction of Sam and the door.
New Year for Sam and Dean. Sitting in the motel room, each on their own bed, tv on and there's this huge clock on the tv. Midnight, and Sam says "Dean. Get up". So Dean's like "wha?" and stands up and Sam like. Takes two big quick steps and hugs Dean and Dean's like wtf let go and Sam just. Holds on.
Cat says:
Oh, that is a perfect image.
Michelle says:
Them sitting on their own beds, apart, is so fitting too.
Cat says:
YES.
Cat says:
And they would be, and there would have been nothing special about the evening at all. Some cheap takeout food, some beers.
Cat says:
And like you said, just sitting on each their bed, watching the clock count down to midnight.
Cat says:
Dean staring at the screen, not really watching it.
Cat says:
Sam occasionally glancing at Dean.
Cat says:
Also, Dean would be like wth, and when Sam just held on he'd kind of bow his head and pat Sam's back a bit akwardly. But not completely get into it, there's still this slight frown, distant look in his eyes.
Michelle says:
Sam would sort of smile into the hug. Untill he pulls back and catches Dean's look. Smile would crash down immediately and his eyes would darken. Then he'll just return to his own bed, shoulders slightly sagging.
Cat says:
Dean would see that, and kind of snap out of it for a moment. Frown, but now he'd be looking at Sam. "Hey, Sammy." A kind of half-smile, not really reaching his eyes, but he'd be looking at Sam.
Michelle says:
Sam would turn, notice the small, but significant difference and return the smile. Then just sort of stand there, between his bed and Dean, indecisive posture. He really wants to walk back and do the hug over, but. He'll end up shrugging "It's fine, Dean, don't worry 'bout it. Happy New Year, yeah?" and turn back again, walking towards his bed.
Cat says:
aljflksd they are such IDIOTS.
Michelle says:
SERIOUSLY.
Cat says:
Dean would watch him, still with that half-way worried frown, and look down when Sam turned away again, nodding shortly. "Yeah." And walk over to the table by the window, sitting down and looking out, kind of restlessly drumming his fingers on the table.
Michelle says:
Sam would sit on the edge of his bed, watching Dean for a few minutes. Sam's right leg would be moving up and down constantly, bouncing, Dean's restlessness reflecting on Sam. After another couple of minutes Sam would breathe out deeply, leap up towards the table and grab his jacket off his chair. "Think I'm heading out for a few. You don't have to wait up."
Dean looks up sharply, frowning in another way, rather disbelieving what he just heard.
"What? You're - where are you going? Dude, It's New Year's Eve."
Sam shrugs on his jacket, carefully avoiding Dean's gaze as he checks his pockets for his bus ticket. Hoping they set in some extra busses for New Year, otherwise he's just royally fucked.
Feeling the scrape of paper against his hand in his right pocket, he looks at Dean, smiling in what he hopes is a nonchalant manner.
"Uh, yeah? Exactly? You know, normal people actually celebrate. And stuff."
Dean is still frowning, looking up at Sam.
"Yeah, well."
Something's off about this, and he tries to pin it, but can't get further than the determinedly bright smile Sam's putting on and a dull ache behind his eyes. He looks down and rubs a hand across his face, shrugging.
"D'you want me to...?"
He gestures in the general direction of Sam and the door.