you are the only one i love
Dean and Cas accidentally end up spending their Christmas snowed in. In a bed-and-breakfast. In Maine. Featuring four batty old ladies, a greenhouse, and multiple scarves. Post-10.07, ~10k. Also!
“Maine.”
“Yeah.”
“You want to go to Maine.” Sam closes his book with a heavy thump. “In the middle of December.”
“It’s for a case,” Dean says, but the words sound weak even to him. “Come on, it’ll do us good. We haven’t had anything in weeks.”
“Yeah, because there hasn’t been anything. Things are quiet, for once. I don’t know about you, Dean, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.” Sam starts to get up, starts to leave the war room, but Dean stops him with a hand on his shoulder.
“C’mon, man. It’s just a hunt. In and out, salt and burn. Three days, tops.”
“There’s nothing there.”
“There could be. Newspapers say weird deaths. Cold spots.”
“It’s December, Dean. Maine is one big cold spot. And people die, okay? It’s, like, Yeti territory up there. That’s not our business.”
Dean lets his hands fall. “Really? I thought our business was saving lives, Sammy.”
The line works; Sam turns. “Dean-”
“Look, I just.” Dean swallows, looks away. He feels the Mark burning, burning hot against the inside of his arm, angry blood pumping in his veins. “I know I did some bad stuff. Now I have the chance to make up for it. Maybe it’s just a dusty old spirit in Lubec, Maine. But it’s what I have, okay?”
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