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[kalliel]

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[kalliel]

[SAME SNIPPET, GDI LIVEJOURNAL Part III]New tactic. "If you need space, Dean, you don't need to make up some excuse. You can just say so; hell, you can just go. I'm not gonna...wiretap you every time you do something without handing me an itinerary. Remember when we said were gonna try that trust thing again? We can try that again. Let's try that again."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Good to know. But...main desk, refund. Store. That's all she wrote. The end. Coda time. We're fine."

Sam looks at Dean, and he sees drawn skin, tinged shower-pink under the exhaustion, and he sees crow's feet, lines he doesn't remember. He sees guilt, and fear, and confusion, and (please don't let it be) resentment. And all of Sam's thoughts and wavering inferences funnel down and all he's left with is the feeling that he's just been living one big mistake. Again. Now they're just running out the meter.

Because Dean doesn't know what he wants anymore. And Sam's just the mistake--he shouldn't want anything.

"I'm coming with."

"You wh--"

"This isn't about space? Good. 'Cause I want to come with you."

Dean opens his mouth to object, because that's reflex, but he doesn't. Sam lets out a relieved exhalation, twin to Dean's as he opens the door and the storm wind smacks him in the face.

The trip is as Dean promised. Front desk, refund. ("Let's just say it doesn't just smell like sex, okay buddy?")

Two blocks down, gas mart. They walk. Dean's keys jangle in his pocket the entire stretch.

"Everclear? Seriously?"

Dean gives him a look. "What? I'm branching out."

"Paint stripper's a couple aisles over."

Then they're back, and Dean's apparently taking the Everclear to bed with him. He lets it skate around the bottom of the glass, thoughtfully supplied by the EZ Rest Motel, and downs the shot. Sam's not sure if the gagging is precipitated by the alcohol itself or the streak it leaves in the milky insides of the cup.

"So. Given the givens, you sure you're not going to reconsider the shower thing?" Dean asks.

"Water's lukewarm, piss-colored; soap's basically a pair of shriveled nads?"

"Yup."

"Yeah, no. I'm good."

The only other lines in the text doc are:

"Do you still want to kill me in my sleep?"

"Do you sleep?"

You can do or not do whatever you want with this. Rest it gently in its grave, ideally. XD