I WANT TO WRITE STUFF :C And I can't. It's making me sad, and also slightly irritated.
I maybe want to write a timestamp in the MoD 'verse. Sam leaving for Stanford, and all of that. How it'd play on his recovery, how worried Dean would be...but I dunno. Ideas, but no words. I also have the Bobby and Lucifer 'verse I want to dabble in again, and oh! The kidfic for IMLtS! EEK! Still, no words.
BUT! I did manage to wrangle a pre-series, Weechester drabble thing out of my brain. I might go and hunt down my
spn_30snapshots table and see if this fits for anything...
"Are we friends?" Sam's chubby hand is sticky from the Blow-Pop he'd been eating, but Dean doesn't let go, just shakes his brother's hand. The aftershocks travel up to his elbow and then send tingles racing back down his arm.
"No, Sammy." He sees the pout forming on Sam's dirty face, feels an echo through the weird gray ache in his chest, before he looks away. "We're brothers."
"What's that mean?" His brother's voice is whiny, clogged with a hint of tantrum and candy and fear. Dean keeps his eyes trained on weed filled yard, keeps his ears open to the loud noises of stray dogs. He doesn't like the neighborhood John took them to, doesn't like waiting outside of the dingy house while his Dad talks with the toothless old geezer who lives there. But he keeps ahold of Sam, and does what his Dad says. Dean knows how important that is.
"De-an!"
"Jeez, Sammy." Dean's pointer finger moves, and he can already feel where Sam's own fingers are starting to stick together from the mess of his lollipop. What does being brothers mean? It's his dad's voice, dark and smooth, and Dean knows it's a quiz. What does it mean. What does it mean.
It means looking after Sammy. It means being brave. It means holding the large plastic bowl (bought because Sammy has a really good record of not making it to the bathroom) when Sam gets sick from too many sweets and sodas, or from fear or from the flu. It means singing Sam songs that Dean can barely remember. It means reminding Sam to go to the bathroom before bed so he doesn't pee all over the sheets. It means helping Sam clean up when he does it anyway, and trying not to poke fun at him.
"It means," and he draws the words out until Sam's leaning against him, eyes trained on Dean's face and utterly serious. "It means forever, Sam," and Dean breaks his stare with the horizon, looks at Sam's face and his brother's stupid-goofy smile. "It means we'll always be together."