8 Days of Wincest: Day 5
I suspect Jeremy Carver is making Sam, Dean, and the audience fall in love with the bunker for the sole purpose of emotionally scarring us when he burns it down later. Just saying.
“I’m gonna miss the shower,” Dean says. “When we go. The shower is awesome.”
“Mmmm,” Sam says.
“And real coffee every morning. Not like the usual motel crap.”
“Yup.”
“And it’s not like either of us can cook, or anything. But the kitchen…”
“The kitchen’s nice,” Sam admits.
“It’s kind of like when Dad used to drop us at Bobby’s,” Dean continues, mouth quirked in a smile. “I used to think it was so weird that he just…stayed. That he didn’t move around like Dad. But it wasn’t bad, sleeping in a real bed.”
Sam thinks of Dean’s thousand-dollar mattress, of the meticulous arrangement of weapons on his wall, of the gentle way he brushes the edge of Mom’s photo every day.
“You know,” he offers. “We don’t have to go.”
He sees Dean swallow. “Sure. Not right now.”
Not ever, Sam thinks. Not this time. Not if he can help it.
“Right,” he says, and smiles faintly. “Not right now.”
“I’m gonna miss the shower,” Dean says. “When we go. The shower is awesome.”
“Mmmm,” Sam says.
“And real coffee every morning. Not like the usual motel crap.”
“Yup.”
“And it’s not like either of us can cook, or anything. But the kitchen…”
“The kitchen’s nice,” Sam admits.
“It’s kind of like when Dad used to drop us at Bobby’s,” Dean continues, mouth quirked in a smile. “I used to think it was so weird that he just…stayed. That he didn’t move around like Dad. But it wasn’t bad, sleeping in a real bed.”
Sam thinks of Dean’s thousand-dollar mattress, of the meticulous arrangement of weapons on his wall, of the gentle way he brushes the edge of Mom’s photo every day.
“You know,” he offers. “We don’t have to go.”
He sees Dean swallow. “Sure. Not right now.”
Not ever, Sam thinks. Not this time. Not if he can help it.
“Right,” he says, and smiles faintly. “Not right now.”