SPN double drabble: Like You
SUMMARY: Timestamp for "Who the Hell..." The first uncomfortable meal after Sam goes mad
Dean poked at his salad, pushing it around his plate.
Sammy looked wrong - with the buzzed hair and leather jacket, all swagger and bluster.
Dean had spent the last two hours trying to show Sammy that he was Sammy and not Dean. Then he'd spent another half hour apologising and agreeing that yes, Sammy was Dean and Dean was Sammy.
Anything to make that terrible pain Sammy was enduring stop.
Going out triggered another small jab of pain when Dean ordered a burger, and he realised just how deep it ran. Anything at all that Dean did as himself was apparently going to trigger the pain. To keep Sammy okay, Dean was going to have to play along.
Even, it seemed, down to the food he ate.
Dean's thoughts were interrupted by a booted jab to the ankle. "Eat your salad, Sammy."
Dean looked at his insane little brother and smiled shakily. He poured Catalina dressing over the green and took a hesitant mouthful.
It seemed to appease Sammy. "Seriously, once your hair grows back out you'll be back to looking like yourself. What were you thinking, buzzing it off?"
Dean swallowed hard. ".....just wanted to look like you."
Dean poked at his salad, pushing it around his plate.
Sammy looked wrong - with the buzzed hair and leather jacket, all swagger and bluster.
Dean had spent the last two hours trying to show Sammy that he was Sammy and not Dean. Then he'd spent another half hour apologising and agreeing that yes, Sammy was Dean and Dean was Sammy.
Anything to make that terrible pain Sammy was enduring stop.
Going out triggered another small jab of pain when Dean ordered a burger, and he realised just how deep it ran. Anything at all that Dean did as himself was apparently going to trigger the pain. To keep Sammy okay, Dean was going to have to play along.
Even, it seemed, down to the food he ate.
Dean's thoughts were interrupted by a booted jab to the ankle. "Eat your salad, Sammy."
Dean looked at his insane little brother and smiled shakily. He poured Catalina dressing over the green and took a hesitant mouthful.
It seemed to appease Sammy. "Seriously, once your hair grows back out you'll be back to looking like yourself. What were you thinking, buzzing it off?"
Dean swallowed hard. ".....just wanted to look like you."