Guess what day it is? Comment-fic day!
Once again, it's everyone's favourite day in Supernatural: May 2nd! You know what that means, right? Time to hurt Sam! ;)
You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:
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You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:
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Sam’s eyes flew to his brother, and for a brief second he really thought about leaving with the small kitten in his hand, and then reality settled in and his sighed, reluctantly placing the kitten back on the floor.
“We can’t.” He muttered as he straightened up reluctantly to his full height. “It wouldn’t be fair.”
“Sure it would,” Dean grinned. “I mean, what kind of cat wouldn’t want owners as cool as us, Sammy?”
“The kind that doesn’t want to spend days and days cooped up in cars and motel rooms,” Sam answered shortly. “They deserve a loving home where they have a garden to roam in and a fireplace to curl up by, and a cat bed, and toys and treats and… Things we can’t give them.”
Dean was silent for a long moment, and Sam kept his eyes carefully averted, more than a little embarrassed by his outburst. A gentle hand landed on his shoulder, and he glanced up to see Dean smiling at him softly.
“But what if we could?” He asked gently. “What if that little kitten down there did have a nice big garden, and a cat bed, and a big old fireplace to curl up by? What if we had a home? A home that’s not the Impala, I mean. An actuall house… say, a farmhouse with a few barns and room to do anything we wanted with it. A few friendly neighbours, the whole shebang.”
Sam blinked, cocking his head to the side as he gradually tried to make sense of what his brother was saying.
“I… what?”
“You heard me. You can’t tell me that you haven’t been thinking about it - I saw your face when you saw that farmhouse, dude. I’m telling you that we can have that.”
Dean’s face was as earnest as Sam had ever seen it, and even though part of Sam was screaming that this whole thing was too good to be true, though he couldn’t force his mouth to form the words “yes, God, yes please” he found his eyes falling back to that tiny little kitten on the floor, and a smile crossed his face.
“I kind of like the little one.”
-End.
Sorry about the awkward breaks where I had to post in a new comment - LJ can be so awkward some times! Anyways, this was also posted on my personal LJ with fewer annoying breaks in the middle.
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