Drabble: the always puzzle of living and doing (Sam/Dean, SPN)
Summary: It's a long fucking drive. (AN: Written for animeartistjo.)
the always puzzle of living and doing
A little light bleeds around drawn curtains, from semis rolling down the interstate, the slow blink of the motel sign. Sam's mouth is demanding, hands impatient as he shoves Dean, pushing him away even though there's no place left for Dean to go, boxed in, his back already to the wall.
Beyond the parking lot the desert spills out for miles, cold and quiet, and every time Dean closes his eyes he sees the highway, flickering white dividing lines, even as Sam drops roughly to his knees.
Around the corner the ice machine kicks in with a low stuttery groan.
the always puzzle of living and doing
A little light bleeds around drawn curtains, from semis rolling down the interstate, the slow blink of the motel sign. Sam's mouth is demanding, hands impatient as he shoves Dean, pushing him away even though there's no place left for Dean to go, boxed in, his back already to the wall.
Beyond the parking lot the desert spills out for miles, cold and quiet, and every time Dean closes his eyes he sees the highway, flickering white dividing lines, even as Sam drops roughly to his knees.
Around the corner the ice machine kicks in with a low stuttery groan.