rivers_bend

Sam got his drabbles, and I thought it was only fair if Dean got some of his own. Slight spoilers for the beginning of season 2.




Lifesize
In the two years since he'd seen him, Sam'd shrunk in Dean's mind. Retreated to the years when his skin was trying to keep up with his bones. When hormones, too many schools and a spate of hunting trips for Dad had made Sammy need his big brother more than ever.

He wasn't that boy anymore. He was a shyly laughing man-child, ducking his head to hear what the blonde on his arm was saying. Looking like he needed Dean about as much as he needed a shotgun blast to the head.

Silently, Dean turned and slipped out the door.

Leather
Dean didn’t know what it was about the jacket, but he had to have it. Might be the way Sam was looking at him like he was gonna fuck Dean into next week. Not that Dean blamed him. Dean took another look in the mirror so he could see how it looked at the back. Hell, Dean'd fuck himself into next week if he could.

'So,' Sam said. His mouth sounded pretty dry.

'If you don't like it, I won't get it.'

'Not sure I'm gonna let you wear it in public.'

'That good?'

Sam nodded.

'Gimme the credit card.'

Now and Always
On the road like they were, you learned not to get too attached. Not to places, not to people, not to things. Clothes got ruined, lost. There was no room for mementos or trinkets. Even weapons sometimes had a way of getting sucked into swamps.

But Dean's baby wasn't something he could trade. She was the one thing that had never let him down. Never left him.

She even forgave him for the crowbar, waiting patiently while he hammered out dents and filled holes. Even with half her parts replaced, she was still his baby. His first, most constant, love.

Song 100 Sam Drabbles