Where Do We Go From Nowhere?: Sam/Dean: for fallen_vessel
Dean was quiet that day, not really aimless quiet as before... but thoughtful as always. He had no clue what this supposed change meant. Were he and Sam meant to keep moving, survive.. or just wait, and even - well, live. Sammy was better now, a little and that was a good thing. The best thing.
But whatever happened to them, he took with not just a grain but a whole damn bucketload of salt. He always had done. The quantity had just increased over the years.
Leaning over the sleeping form of his brother, he brushes lips under his ear, whispering that he'd be back.
But whatever happened to them, he took with not just a grain but a whole damn bucketload of salt. He always had done. The quantity had just increased over the years.
Leaning over the sleeping form of his brother, he brushes lips under his ear, whispering that he'd be back.