It happens at the bathroom sink. Dean is jockeying for space enough to spit out the toothpaste in his mouth and it’s such a stupid thing, that a little less than sixteen hours ago Sam let Lucifer out of his prison and the end of the World is pretty much imminent, and Dean is tickling Sam’s side to make him shimmy out of his way.
Sam gives him a half smile around his toothbrush, eyes a little sad but like he’s trying really, and Dean gives him a shit eating grin back because…well he has to, doesn’t he?
Sam spits, his left hand falling away from where he’s leaning on the sink, his fingers barely brush against Dean’s and he pulls his hand away a fraction of an inch.
Dean doesn’t look at him, shoves his plastic cup underneath the faucet and gargles, spits, but his pinky finds Sam’s and if they want, they can simply blame it on the tight quarters.
Sam gives him a half smile around his toothbrush, eyes a little sad but like he’s trying really, and Dean gives him a shit eating grin back because…well he has to, doesn’t he?
Sam spits, his left hand falling away from where he’s leaning on the sink, his fingers barely brush against Dean’s and he pulls his hand away a fraction of an inch.
Dean doesn’t look at him, shoves his plastic cup underneath the faucet and gargles, spits, but his pinky finds Sam’s and if they want, they can simply blame it on the tight quarters.
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Ack. Just awesome. Oh boys.
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