Rolled a random 7. Let's just.. go with it. Kinda. ^_^justbrokeawayFebruary 3 2012, 20:06:53 UTC
Sam's eyes raised towards the Impala's roof, glancing through the window, towards his hands, knees... anywhere but Dean. He was finding it kind of difficult to focus on the fact that his brother was driving, concentrating...when all he could think of was the fact that...
Fuck. He's so hot. And he wants him.
"Are we nearly there?" He asks, shifting in his seat, a frown etched across his expression.
/headcanons it to first time Sam realised his brother was hot as fuck and he lovedLOVED him :DcallshimsammyFebruary 3 2012, 20:09:27 UTC
"Almost.. what's eatin' you, Sam?" Dean glanced from the road briefly, but he was once again, unable to lock eyes with him.
He was getting a little irritated to be honest, baby bro. What gives? "Been all skittish since we started out this morning.. I coulda gone with Dad, ya know."
Dean is hot as fuckfuck. Especially in Season 1. <3justbrokeawayFebruary 3 2012, 20:13:13 UTC
"What?" Sam asked immediately, jerking his head towards Dean and chucking awkwardly as soon as.
"Dad had other things to do, this is like... small fry. Compared to what he's working on."
Besides, Sam didn't want to face another day alone, waiting for the two of them to come back. Dean shot him a text or two, just telling him that he was okay, but it wasn't enough. Sam wanted to be close enough to touch him if he needed to. Just as reassurance.
His fingers linked in his lap and he tried to focus ahead on the road they were travelling down.
"Wow -- thanks, Sammy. Really know how to set a guy's ego up there."
He frowned, eyes ahead of him. Whatever was wrong with the kid - they'd deal with it when they had the time to. Nodding briefly, he asked, "hey, could ya check the map? S'probably..."
He gestures to below the seat, his fingers brushing Sam's knee as he did so.
Sam snorted a laugh. Dean was talking about ego? Ego was his best freakin' friend.
He fumbled with the sheet of crumbled paper that was tucked next to the seat, already reaching for it as he felt Dean's fingers brush against him briefly. He paused, only momentarily before unfolding the map and his gaze shot to exactly where it needed to be.
"Y-yeah." He nodded, "we're just about... next left, I think."
Noting the pause, Dean tried once more to catch Sam's gaze, but then he had to look away again to turn left and - success.
There was the small, tucked away town. Now they had to stay here at the motel until Dad called and told them it was safe to meet up with him again. He just hoped the drink was good here.
"C'mon, Sasquatch," he smiled, reaching up after he cut the engine to ruffle his brother's hair affectionately. "S'get us all set up."
Sam groaned, the nickname so damn irritating by now. He was glad to get out of the confined space though and went straight for his bag, wondering, as he looked out towards the vast expanse of nothingness surrounding the town, whether he had just been captivated by Dean because there was nothing else to look at.
Sure, he was hot. His older brother admitted that to himself and Sam - as the younger - had heard it from many a waitress and motel owner in the past.
"Dean," he said with a yawn, stretching his arms above his head, "you should let me drive next time."
Just because he was younger and inexperienced, it didn't mask the dark circles underneath his brother's eyes and he knew he should give it a break sometimes. They probably just needed to sleep.
"Like Hell - no way, man." No one drove his baby but him.
Dean could take weariness and constant travelling in his stride, but only he would be behind that wheel as long as he could help it. Just thankful the old man didn't want her back anymore.
"Get some shut-eye, I'll go around stakin' out the area." He wasn't offering, he was telling. Looking out for Sammy here or the kid might burn out. It was like him.
Sam laughed freely, his head tilting back. "Dude," he grinned, "you're obsessed."
It was a nice car. A good car, but in a few years...
As soon as Dean said that, Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. "You need to sleep too." He said softly, reaching for Dean's arm and only hesitating as soon as his fingers curled around his bicep. "We can go stake together. After?"
He knew his brother would probably refuse, but it was worth asking.
Sam's eyes widened slightly and a grin pulled at his mouth. He squeezed against Dean's arm and then pulled back, happily relaxing against the trunk of the car. He tried to stretch out his legs a little more and groaned, it was impossible to sooth his aches after a long drive. How much he'd grown in the past year or so was ridiculous, and he was still getting used to the trouble of having such long legs and vast expanses of...everything.
"Awesome." He announced, still smiling. "Shall we get pizza too? We could watch TV, whatever."
He knew he was getting excited but the idea of having Dean with him was so good. That and he knew if they were sharing pizza, they'd probably be propped up on the same bed. Talking, joking...even if they were arguing, he could deal.
Sam nodded, straightening up and slinging his bag over a shoulder. He eased up on his smile too, although Dean's answer was a reasonable one. He held back from stepping forwards until Dean made the first move in the direction of the motel.
"How long d'ya think it will be until he calls?"
It wasn't that he cared, particularly, he just wanted to know whether they should be intensely researching, or whether having one evening... off, would really matter in the grand schemes of things.
Damn... Sam thought as he watched Dean, his freckles lit up underneath the lighting of the parking lot. He just wanted to reach out and touch, but he restrained himself.
"Dunno - he calls when he calls." And that was that. Dean nodded ahead of them, tossing the keys to Sam as an idea hit him. "Hey -- you go in. I'll be right back, yeah?"
Sam fumbled with the keys but caught them. "Er- sure." He nodded, pushing the bag up higher onto his shoulder before locating their door and heading inside.
It was nice enough, would suit them well for however long they had to stay there for.
He slumped down onto one of the beds, dropping the bag to the floor and just sprawling there for a moment.
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Fuck. He's so hot. And he wants him.
"Are we nearly there?" He asks, shifting in his seat, a frown etched across his expression.
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He was getting a little irritated to be honest, baby bro. What gives? "Been all skittish since we started out this morning.. I coulda gone with Dad, ya know."
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"Dad had other things to do, this is like... small fry. Compared to what he's working on."
Besides, Sam didn't want to face another day alone, waiting for the two of them to come back. Dean shot him a text or two, just telling him that he was okay, but it wasn't enough. Sam wanted to be close enough to touch him if he needed to. Just as reassurance.
His fingers linked in his lap and he tried to focus ahead on the road they were travelling down.
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He frowned, eyes ahead of him. Whatever was wrong with the kid - they'd deal with it when they had the time to. Nodding briefly, he asked, "hey, could ya check the map? S'probably..."
He gestures to below the seat, his fingers brushing Sam's knee as he did so.
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He fumbled with the sheet of crumbled paper that was tucked next to the seat, already reaching for it as he felt Dean's fingers brush against him briefly. He paused, only momentarily before unfolding the map and his gaze shot to exactly where it needed to be.
"Y-yeah." He nodded, "we're just about... next left, I think."
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There was the small, tucked away town. Now they had to stay here at the motel until Dad called and told them it was safe to meet up with him again. He just hoped the drink was good here.
"C'mon, Sasquatch," he smiled, reaching up after he cut the engine to ruffle his brother's hair affectionately. "S'get us all set up."
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Sure, he was hot. His older brother admitted that to himself and Sam - as the younger - had heard it from many a waitress and motel owner in the past.
"Dean," he said with a yawn, stretching his arms above his head, "you should let me drive next time."
Just because he was younger and inexperienced, it didn't mask the dark circles underneath his brother's eyes and he knew he should give it a break sometimes. They probably just needed to sleep.
If Sam could pry his gaze away.
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Dean could take weariness and constant travelling in his stride, but only he would be behind that wheel as long as he could help it. Just thankful the old man didn't want her back anymore.
"Get some shut-eye, I'll go around stakin' out the area." He wasn't offering, he was telling. Looking out for Sammy here or the kid might burn out. It was like him.
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It was a nice car. A good car, but in a few years...
As soon as Dean said that, Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. "You need to sleep too." He said softly, reaching for Dean's arm and only hesitating as soon as his fingers curled around his bicep. "We can go stake together. After?"
He knew his brother would probably refuse, but it was worth asking.
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"Eh.." he glanced down at Sam's hand, then up at him. Not even making a show of not liking it when he seemed to get this so rarely now.
The older Sam got.. fuck, he was sick in the head. Dean steeled himself mentally and shrugged, unable to say no. "Okay.. fine."
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"Awesome." He announced, still smiling. "Shall we get pizza too? We could watch TV, whatever."
He knew he was getting excited but the idea of having Dean with him was so good. That and he knew if they were sharing pizza, they'd probably be propped up on the same bed. Talking, joking...even if they were arguing, he could deal.
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The soldier within Dean was stern about that, mental voice of his father barking the order on repeat. Basic survival for a hunter, man...
It also served as a distraction and rhythm to make him focus, away from the way Sam, lounging so easily against the trunk of his baby looked...
"Sure we can... in a bit, okay?" he conceded, unable to resist Sam ever. If it made him happier, great.
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"How long d'ya think it will be until he calls?"
It wasn't that he cared, particularly, he just wanted to know whether they should be intensely researching, or whether having one evening... off, would really matter in the grand schemes of things.
Damn... Sam thought as he watched Dean, his freckles lit up underneath the lighting of the parking lot. He just wanted to reach out and touch, but he restrained himself.
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It was nice enough, would suit them well for however long they had to stay there for.
He slumped down onto one of the beds, dropping the bag to the floor and just sprawling there for a moment.
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