8 Days of Wincest: Day 2
Pre-series drabble
Dean finds the acceptance letter slotted away between the pages of one of Sam’s textbooks. Sam’s a cagey little fucker, but Dean knows all his tells. The letter has been creased and folded, read over and over again until the paper is soft like cloth. Sam’s face is a lie all the time now, smooth and unconcerned when Dean knows he’s already packed and gone in his mind.
“Would you - ” Sam asks one night, then cuts himself off. Dean looks, and he’s running nervous fingers over the letter in front of him, over the ink and paper that’s going to steal him forever.
Ask me, Dean thinks. Don’t fucking hide yourself from me. Tell me.
“Say I took a trip after I graduate,” Sam tries again. “If I went away. Would you…I mean…”
“What?” Dean asks roughly.
Sam swallows, shakes his head and looks away. “Never mind.”
Dean finds the acceptance letter slotted away between the pages of one of Sam’s textbooks. Sam’s a cagey little fucker, but Dean knows all his tells. The letter has been creased and folded, read over and over again until the paper is soft like cloth. Sam’s face is a lie all the time now, smooth and unconcerned when Dean knows he’s already packed and gone in his mind.
“Would you - ” Sam asks one night, then cuts himself off. Dean looks, and he’s running nervous fingers over the letter in front of him, over the ink and paper that’s going to steal him forever.
Ask me, Dean thinks. Don’t fucking hide yourself from me. Tell me.
“Say I took a trip after I graduate,” Sam tries again. “If I went away. Would you…I mean…”
“What?” Dean asks roughly.
Sam swallows, shakes his head and looks away. “Never mind.”