Week 24: Truth: What were you thinking?
[What were you thinking?]
Au with Brooke Davis giveandforgive
Brooke is asleep on the bed while Sam and Dean sit up cleaning guns. They came home from a hunt too wired to sleep.
“It’s not that I don’t like her,” Sam whispers to avoid waking the girl in question up. “But what were you thinking?”
Dean shrugs in response and doesn’t look up from his gun.
“Dean, she’s a fashion designer. She packed high heels and dresses. She belongs in Tree Hill, not in some crappy motel room in Kennedy, Texas.”
“She’s doing pretty out here. She bitches less than you and she lights those candle things that make the room smell less like your feet,” Dean defends the girl he dragged out of Tree Hill.
“I didn’t say she’s not doing alright. I said she doesn’t belong here. She’s going to get hurt, Dean and you know it,” Sam points out as he snaps the gun back together and runs a cloth over the barrel of it.
Dean finishes cleaning his gun, turning Sam’s words over in his head. His lips are pursed as his considers everything his brother said, dwelling in particular over the part where she’s going to get hurt. He’s in this to save people, not condemn them.
“I don’t know why, Sam. I can’t give you an explanation that will satisfy that giant, logical, freakish brain of yours. She was there when I needed her. I-“ he stops short of saying something that Winchesters don’t and then continues. “She’s a hot ass and she wanted to come. Like I was gonna say no?”
Whether she wakes up because she’s heard them or she just wakes up, Dean doesn’t know but she gives him this adorable, pouty, perhaps slightly annoyed look. Her voice is that deep, scratchy, sleep-thick one that drives him crazy.
“Dean Winchester, are you ever gonna come to bed with me or are you gonna sit up with your brother all night long?”
Dean grins at Sam, his eyebrows shooting up as the grin settles over his face. He looks back at Brooke and jumps into the bed, almost bouncing her off. She laughs first but it’s quickly followed by Dean’s laugh. Answers don’t always come in words.
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
370 words
Au with Brooke Davis giveandforgive
Brooke is asleep on the bed while Sam and Dean sit up cleaning guns. They came home from a hunt too wired to sleep.
“It’s not that I don’t like her,” Sam whispers to avoid waking the girl in question up. “But what were you thinking?”
Dean shrugs in response and doesn’t look up from his gun.
“Dean, she’s a fashion designer. She packed high heels and dresses. She belongs in Tree Hill, not in some crappy motel room in Kennedy, Texas.”
“She’s doing pretty out here. She bitches less than you and she lights those candle things that make the room smell less like your feet,” Dean defends the girl he dragged out of Tree Hill.
“I didn’t say she’s not doing alright. I said she doesn’t belong here. She’s going to get hurt, Dean and you know it,” Sam points out as he snaps the gun back together and runs a cloth over the barrel of it.
Dean finishes cleaning his gun, turning Sam’s words over in his head. His lips are pursed as his considers everything his brother said, dwelling in particular over the part where she’s going to get hurt. He’s in this to save people, not condemn them.
“I don’t know why, Sam. I can’t give you an explanation that will satisfy that giant, logical, freakish brain of yours. She was there when I needed her. I-“ he stops short of saying something that Winchesters don’t and then continues. “She’s a hot ass and she wanted to come. Like I was gonna say no?”
Whether she wakes up because she’s heard them or she just wakes up, Dean doesn’t know but she gives him this adorable, pouty, perhaps slightly annoyed look. Her voice is that deep, scratchy, sleep-thick one that drives him crazy.
“Dean Winchester, are you ever gonna come to bed with me or are you gonna sit up with your brother all night long?”
Dean grins at Sam, his eyebrows shooting up as the grin settles over his face. He looks back at Brooke and jumps into the bed, almost bouncing her off. She laughs first but it’s quickly followed by Dean’s laugh. Answers don’t always come in words.
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
370 words