In my secret good supernatural where Sam discovers his psychic powers when he's a kid. Read on ao3.
Written for samweek2023 @ghostsam @suncaptor
“Dean! Dean, dean!”
The door slammed shut behind Sam and he kicked off his shoes, hurriedly shook off his jacket. He threw the backpack on his bed, forgetting everything about homework.
“Dean?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” came Dean’s voice from the bathroom.
“You’re not gonna believe it!”
Sam almost jumped up and down from excitement.
“Believe what?” Dean asked, wiping his hands on his jeans as he entered the room.
Sam took Dean’s still slightly wet hand and dragged him over to the beds.
“At school today one of the bullies started teasing my friend-”
“He didn’t do anything to you?” Dean asked, searching his little brother’s face for bruises.
“No. no, just let me tell the story,” Sam said and sat Dean down on the bed. He sat down beside Dean, his feet barely grazing the floor beside Dean’s well-planted feet.
“So, the bully started to tease my friend,” Sam began again. “And I didn’t like that, ‘cause he’s my friend, and I care about him!”
Dean nodded as Sam fervently told his story.
“And I took Collin by his arm to get away from Jake, ‘cause Jake was about to punch him, so we ran through the hallway,” Sam’s hands excitedly gestured according to his voice, “but Jake followed us!”
Dean leaned back on his arms, eyes focused on his little brother.
“I dragged Collin after me, but I went the wrong way and suddenly we were trapped in the classroom.” Sam’s eyes widened as he went silent, waiting for Dean to say something.
Dean just stared back, raising his brows in question.
“What happened?” Dean asked after neither of them said anything.
“You’re not gonna believe it!”
“So, what happened?”
“It was so cool, Dean!”
“Sam, come on, tell me.”
“I locked the door with my mind. I didn’t touch the door, I didn’t have the key, I just thought about it, and it closed and locked itself.”
“What?” Dean stuttered. “With your mind?”
“Yeah!”
“No way.”
“I promise, I did it, Collin and Jake saw it too.”
“You have psychic powers?” Dean said almost sarcastically.
“Dunno, it just happened. The teacher had to unlock the door and let us out, I promise I locked it with my mind!”
“Why didn’t you unlock it yourself?”
“I tried, but I couldn’t.”
The boys went silent, Sam staring at his own hands.
“Okay,” Dean clapped his hands together. He got up from the bed and got a spoon from the kitchen bench and put it on the nightstand. He sat down on the other bed, facing Sam.
“Try moving this.”
Sam squinted and focused on the spoon. His brow scrunched up in concentration.
Dean held his breath, unsure of what to think if it was true that Sam could move objects with his mind.
“I swear, Dean! I did close the door with my mind, I promise,” Sam said after a long silence.
When Dean noticed Sam almost started crying he rushed over to his side, wrapping his arm around Sam’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, I believe you Sammy.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll always believe you.”
“Thanks, Dean,” Sam said and hugged Dean back.
~~~
Two weeks went by and their dad had only been back once, just to leave the same day. Sam had wanted to tell him about what he had done, but Dean shook his head slightly when he was about to, so he ended up not telling dad.
“We can’t tell him yet,” Dean had said after dad had left.
“Why not?”
“It would, you know, make him worry, and he worries a lot already.”
“Okay,” Sam answered, not bothering to argue with Dean.
~~~
Another two weeks went by, still in the same motel. They usually never stayed that long, but Sam wasn’t complaining. He liked it here, a good school where he had some good friends. Dean had also been in a good mood and Sam liked it a lot better than when Dean was annoyed at him for everything he did. Instead he now usually had some food prepared for them when Sam got home from school.
Today it was some toast with the special cheese Sam really liked. It was comforting sitting in silence, eating, the only sound being the crunch from the toasted bread.
“Wow, easy tiger,” Dean laughed when Sam took a big bite of the toast.
Sam smiled before he swallowed.
“Do you think I maybe just dreamed it?” he asked.
“Dreamed what?”
“The door thing.”
Dean hummed softly.
“I don’t know what to think, Sam,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “I’ve never heard about it before.”
“Our lives aren’t exactly normal though,” Sam sighed.
Dean got up from the table, plate in his hand. He placed the plate in the sink and rinsed it off. As he walked back he stumbled into the chair.
“Dean!”
Sam rose from his chair, and before Dean could hit the floor a pillow from the bed swooped in under him.
Dean landed on the floor with a soft oomph.
“You okay?” Sam asked, leaning down to help Dean up.
“Was that you?” Dean’s eyes were round in shock.
“I don’t know, it just happened.”
“Dude, it was awesome!” Dean said excitingly, clapping Sam on the shoulder. “Try it again.”
Dean’s leg went soft and he fell to the ground, the pillow ready to catch him where he landed.
“Yoo, Sam, this is so cool!”
Sam laughed, feeling good now that Dean could believe him a hundred percent.
“If you do it again I won’t bother catching you.”
Dean got up from the ground, an evil grin on his face. He wrapped his arm around Sam’s neck, rubbing his fist into his hair.
Sam laughed, trying to wriggle away.
“I’m never gonna leave the bed now when I have you to get me all my stuff,” Dean said, messing up Sam’s hair.
Sam poked Dean’s side, making Dean loosen his grip, and they fell to the floor. Sam tried to get up but Dean dragged him down and started tickling him.
“Dean! Dean, stop,” Sam managed to get out between laughs.
And for a moment they could forget about the world of monsters outside the motel room, oblivious of the hours in the car that was ahead of them when their dad would get home, and just live in the moment where Sam having powers to move things with his mind was completely insignificant for their futures.
Cassie had met Dean when they had been 23 years old. He had told her immediately that he was trans, and honestly it had taken Cassie by surprise. She had never been that open about being trans herself, but Dean’s courage had given her the strength to tell Dean that she too was trans. That had made Dean much more calm, and Cassie could feel his tension fade away.
After they had come out to each other they started spending more time together. Dean had this thing with his father, he didn’t like talking about it, so Cassie didn’t ask. All she knew was that they worked together with something, traveling across the country. Which meant Dean would probably leave soon. But Cassie didn’t want to dwell on that thought.
Whenever Dean didn’t work with his father he spent time with Cassie. At first they didn’t exactly date. Dean definitely had tried to flirt with her before they had told each other they were trans. Now the flirting was more subtle.
He’s definitely a womanizer, Cassie thought as she stirred her milkshake with a straw. But the more she got to know him the less she moved away from that assumption. In reality Dean was just a guy trying to please his father. He liked what his father liked, did what his father did. In some ways it was kinda sad, but Cassie saw it underneath it all. Dean was really such a sweet guy. He liked reading classics, and after Cassie had showed him 90s pop he had fallen in love with that. The thought made Cassie smile and she tried to hide it behind her hand. To no avail.
“What are you smiling at?” Dean asked, interrupting his own monologue.
“You,” Cassie giggled and took the straw in her mouth.
Dean cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked. They locked eyes over the table, their feet tangled together under it.
Neither of them commented on the sparks between them. Cassie knew that that time would come, so she didn’t bother rushing it.
And she was right.
One night they were watching Star Wars (“It’s a classic Cassie!”). Dean's arm was on the cushion. Cassie felt a soft tingling at her side where the warmth of Dean’s body seeped through her blouse.
On the screen Princess Leia was trying to fix something on the spaceship. Cassie didn’t really care that much about the movie, but Dean’s comments made it a lot more interesting. Just being with Dean made it better.
As Han Solo entered the scene Cassie felt Dean’s arm slide down from the cushion and around her shoulders. She smiled to herself and leaned into his side. Dean hummed and pulled her a little closer, just like Han Solo did to Leia.
Dean turned his head towards Cassie, making her look up at him.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.
Cassie didn’t answer and instead put her hand on his cheek, guiding his lips down to hers. She felt Dean quiver underneath her hand so she put her other hand on his chest to still his beating heart.
At the touch to his chest Dean squirmed away and put his hand over Cassie’s, dragging it up to his neck. Cassie pulled away.
“Sorry,” she said, her lips almost brushing Dean’s.
“It’s okay, you wouldn’t know.”
Dean pulled her back in again, this time with his hands on her waist, lifting her into his lap.
The rest of the movie played but both Dean and Cassie had forgotten all about it.
Dean left three days later. Cassie knew it was gonna happen, but she still felt this hollow feeling in her chest as she watched the Impala take off onto the main road.
She didn’t see Dean for another two years. It was two lonely years.
Cassie finished her journalism degree, got a job at the local newspaper, and life was just as quiet as it had been before Dean. Maybe a little more even.
There were no other trans people in her town, none that she knew of at least, and she felt very lonely. Most guys didn’t like the thought about her being trans, and being with girls wasn’t really an alternative in a small town like this.
When a black shiny Chevy Impala came cruising doke the main road she couldn’t believe her eyes. She thought she had seen the last of Dean.
Dean parked the car outside the diner on the other side of the street. He went inside, the sleek car being the only sign that he was really back.
Cassie stood frozen at the window in her office, not knowing what to do. When Dean came back out again with a brown paper bag she decided that she had to take this chance.
She ran out across the street, stopping Dean as he was getting back in the car.
“Cassie?”
She kicked a stone around with the tip of her boot.
”Hi.”
“You still live here?” Dean asked, closing the door and leaning back against the side of the car. “Would’ve guessed you moved from this town.”
“Well, I didn’t,” she chuckled.
The silence between them wasn’t comfortable as it had been two years ago.
“Oh for god’s sake,” Dean mumbled and closed the steps between them, pulling Cassie into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his torso, feeling the familiar scent still there.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Cassie whispered against his shoulder.
“I missed you too.”
They let go, but they didn’t move back, still in each other's arms.
“You grew out your hair,” Dean pointed out, brushing a strand away from her face.
“Yeah, I liked it better longer.”
“It suits you.”
“Thanks.”
Cassie smiled softly, letting Dean cup her face. He tilted her head up, slowly bringing their faces closer together but not quite kissing, waiting for Cassie’s approval.
Cassie squeezed Dean’s hip softly, letting him know that she wanted this too.
She didn’t know how long they stood there kissing, but it felt like an eternity. All she could do was kiss Dean over and over again. She had really missed him.
They broke away when a kid from the street corner asked them to get a room. Dean had yelled back a “we will” before giving Cassie one last kiss.
Cassie took his hand, leading him back to her office so she could get her things and they could head home.
Dean drove them, and Cassie rummaged through Dean’s cassettes. Not a single Britney tape.
“I’m disappointed in your collection Dean.”
“It’s not mine, it’s Dads.”
Cassie hummed in response, not expecting such a sad answer to her teasing question.
“Where is he?” she asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” Dean said, clenching his jaw. He never took his eyes off the road.
Cassie took the hint and didn’t press for details.
The same night they lay in bed, this time, Dean with a completely bare chest.
“They did a good job,” Cassie said, gesturing to Dean's chest.
The scars were still pretty fresh. Dean had told her they were only six months old, around the same time his Dad had disappeared.
Cassie was happy that Dean finally got the surgery. He had been really dysphoric about his chest last time he was here, and Cassie felt the euphoria radiating from his body.
She knew from when she got her own top surgery that the scars were really itchy so she offered Dean to massage his scars for him. He was a bit reluctant, but in the end she got permission to do it. It was nice doing it, every morning and night, before she got up from work, or they went to bed. Sometimes the skin would be really irritated and she would put on some cream too, rubbing soothingly over the scars.
Dean stayed for two months before he left. His scars had faded a lot since when he first came, and he promised Cassie he would massage them every morning and night.
This time he said he would be back. For sure.
Cassie didn’t believe him; she was a realist, but a girl could dream.
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Sam and Dean were once again sitting outside the motel watching the sunset. Dad was out on a hunt, and he had taken the Impala. That meant no late night trips for Sam and Dean. Dean liked sitting by the motels more than he liked driving. It had never been fun to drive; Dad had ruined that too. One day he might get his own car and then he would take Sammy and leave. He didn’t know where, but he knew he wanted to leave. And so did Sammy.
“Dean?”
Dean hummed, turning his head from the sun to look at Sam.
“Do you ever just want to leave? Live your life the way you want to?”
Sam rested his head on his arms and looked up at Dean with big warm eyes. There was a sadness behind them, and Dean was unsure if Sam was gonna begin to cry or if it was just the sun reflecting in his eyes.
“And do what?” Dean asked back. He turned his head, not wanting his face to betray how much he really wanted another life.
“I don’t know.” Sam closed his eyes and warmed his face in the sun. “Settle down, get married, have kids.”
Dean didn’t answer. He knew that that was exactly what he wanted. But he couldn’t tell Sam that. He had to make the best out of their current situation, and daydreaming about another life wouldn't help.
“Eat proper food,” Sam muttered. “Not own any weapons.”
Dean gasped. He knew it had been hard the last couple of months, but he didn’t know it had affected Sam that much. He slid to the side, his thigh touching Sam’s, and wrapped his arm around Sam’s shoulder. Sam brought his arms closer to Dean, and pressed his face into Dean’s chest.
At first Dean thought Sam was crying but it seemed like he just shuffled around a bit. Hopefully the kid was thinking of much better stuff.
“Do you think Dad will accept me as I am?” came a muffled voice from underneath Dean’s arm. “He doesn’t accept you.”
Dean had some suspicions but he didn't want to pressure Sam into telling him anything he wasn’t ready for. He knew Sam would tell him when he was ready.
“I guess that depends on who you are,” Dean answered and laid his chin on top of Sam’s head.
“What if I’m-” Sam trailed off, he sounded nervous so Dean was quiet, letting him take his time, “not a boy.”
“That’s okay,” Dean whispered into Sam’s hair.
“But for Dad?”
“Probably not.”
Dean kissed the top of Sam’s head, pressing him a little closer towards him. He started to pick on a loose thread on Sam’s dress. He was the one who gave it to him, and nothing more had made him more happy than seeing his little sibling’s face light up with joy.
They sat quiet for a while, watching the sun go down, their shadows getting longer and longer, until they faded out in the dark. Dad wouldn’t be home until the day after tomorrow, and Sam had done all his homework before dinner; they could sit outside for as long as they wanted.
“But like, I’m not a girl either,” Sam spoke, continuing on the conversation from earlier. “I’m just, in the middle.”
Sam lifted his head and looked up at Dean, his hair falling into his eyes. Dean smiled softly, using the scrunchie he had around his wrist to put up half of Sam’s hair. Sam smiled back as a thank you.
“That’s okay too.” Dean pressed his lips to Sam’s forehead. “I love you no matter what.”
Sam broke into a wide smile. He threw himself around his older brother, hiding his face against his neck. Dean held Sam tight, one hand on the back, one in his hair. He felt the tears in his eyes sting, but instead he closed his eyes and hoped for a better life.
Dean wakes up slowly, Cas' arms tight around him. He tries to move but that just makes Cas tighten his hold. Dean sighs and rolls over so he is laying on top of Cas.
"Morning sunshine," Cas murmurs into Dean's neck. Dean chuckles softly and kisses under Cas' jaw, his beard tickling. He lifts one hand and brings it up to Cas' cheek. His legs come up on either side of Cas', straddling him, and Dean nuzzles into the juncture of his neck. Cas runs his hands up and down Dean's fuzzy thighs.
"I like your beard Mr. Winchester," Dean says and giggles. That gives him a soft slap on the ass from Cas.
"Do you really?"
Dean raises himself up on his elbows, his nose almost touching Cas'. He smiles.
"I very much do," Dean says before he whispers, "husband."
Cas let's out a small growl and Dean barely gets time to laugh before Cas' mouth is on his.
The sun broke through the little glimpse in the curtain, casting a soft glow inside the bedroom. On the bed lay Dean and Cas with the sheets rumpled around their legs, too hot to have around their bodies. Dean’s arm was lying across Cas’ stomach. As the sun hit Dean’s face he scrunched up his nose and snuggled closer into Cas’ side. Castiel hummed and squeezed his arm around Dean. Neither of them were ready to wake up, so they kept their eyes closed as the sun rose and became brighter through their window.
When the warmth from the sun became too much, Cas rolled over to his side, away from Dean but still letting his arm lie behind him so Dean could hold his hand. And Dean did.
After Cas had become human he had realized he didn’t like it when it was too hot. Dean was used to Cas rolling away from him during the night, but Cas always made sure he touched Dean in some way. Of course Dean liked to cuddle during the winters, but feeling Cas’ presence beside him, holding his hand or arm was just as nice. Now that May was coming to an end and the warm summer months approached them fast, Dean appreciated it even more.
“What’s the date?” Dean asked, his voice slurred from sleep. Cas felt Dean’s lips move against his arm and goosebumps rose as Dean’s hot breath brushed his skin.
“June first,” Cas answered in a murmur.
Dean smiled and slowly opened his eyes. He let go of Cas’ hand and crawled up on the bed to give Cas a kiss on the lips.
“Happy pride month, baby.”
Cas smiled against Dean’s lips and pulled him closer for another kiss.
“Happy pride month,” Cas said when he pulled away.
Dean shifted onto his side, propping himself up on his hand..
“It’s our first pride as a couple.” Dean grabbed Castiel’s hand again and smiled down at his husband.
“My first ever pride.” Cas looked down at their linked hands.
Dean immediately recognized the look in Cas’ eyes. He got up from the bed and opened the window, letting a small breeze in before settling down on Cas’ thighs. Cas rested his hands on Dean’s waist, but didn’t look up at Dean.
“Cas, look at me.” Dean placed his hands on Cas’ cheeks. Reluctantly Cas turned his gaze to meet Dean’s. When Dean saw Cas’ shiny blank eyes he felt a pang of sadness in his chest. “Baby, don’t cry. We’re together now, that’s all that matters.”
“But we could’ve saved so much time, if only I had said something sooner.” Cas pressed his hands harder into the flesh on Dean’s waist. A tear trickled down the side of Castiel’s face and Dean bent down to kiss it away. Cas huffed a small laugh at the soft gesture and brought his hands up to Dean’s back to keep him close to his chest. Dean was kissing Cas’ face, cheekbone, jaw, eyebrow, nose, and Cas let his partner's affection wash over him, making him feel so much better. When Dean nosed at the spot on Castiel’s neck where he knew Cas was ticklish, Cas jumped.
“Dean,” he laughed, but it didn’t stop Dean from continuing to tickle Cas.
Under Dean, Cas was writhing as he tried to escape Dean’s tickles, but to no avail. When Dean started to kiss over the spots he had just tickled, Cas sighed and stopped moving. Dean fisted his hands into Cas’ hair to push his head back and kissed up his throat until he was hovering a few inches above his husband’s lips.
“I love you,” he whispered, warm breath ghosting Cas’ mouth.
“I love you too.”
Neither of them moved, and it was as if time stood still. If it wasn’t for the birds outside of the window Dean would’ve been sure that time had actually stopped.
He closed his eyes and slowly closed the gap between his and Cas’ mouth. The moment Dean’s lips met Cas’ he hummed into his mouth. None of them rushed it, but instead let their lips glide slowly against each other. When Cas dipped his tongue into Dean’s mouth, Dean moaned and deepened the kiss. Cas took this opportunity to roll them over, now straddling Dean's thighs. He broke the kiss and started sucking on the spot behind Dean’s ear that he knew made Dean weak in the knees.
“I know what we can do today,” Dean said, almost out of breath.
Cas only hummed in response and took Dean’s earlobe in his mouth. His hand ran up and down Dean’s side, his thumb moving over the side of Dean’s surgery scar.
“After you finish giving me that amazing blowjob I know you’re about to give me, we’ll shower, where I’ll happily return the favour, and then I will make the best pancakes you’ve ever tasted.”
Cas let go of Dean’s ear and inspected the bruise behind his ear.
“Sounds like a really good plan,” he said and gave Dean a peck on the jaw.
“Then we’ll go buy matching rainbow socks.” Dean grinned down at Cas and carded his fingers through Cas’ hair, pushing his almost-bangs out of his eyes.
Cas giggled and kissed Dean. When Cas tried to slip his tongue into Dean’s mouth Dean broke the kiss and continued, “And then we will try and fail to make a rainbow cake.”
Cas barked out in laughter, the sound rumbling from deep inside his chest. Dean smiled and looked up at Cas, skin slightly tanned from tending the garden, top surgery scars slightly darker than the rest of his skin, stubble growing out, crinkles in the corner of his eyes when he laughed. To see Cas so peaceful and happy was something Dean would never get tired of. They had taken so long to finally get where they were, and they had been through so much. Now they deserved to be happy and there was nothing more Dean could wish for in his life.
Dad had gotten back from his hunt three days later after Dean and Sam had talked together long past bed-time. Soon after they were back on the road again, new school for Sam, new hunting job for Dean and Dad. Dean didn’t like it when he had to join Dad on the hunt, he would rather sit with Sammy and help him with homework or make food for him and spend time with him. But he had to, this was his job.
They were investigating a haunted house when Dean sprained his ankle. The stairs down to the basement were hell and Dean stumbled multiple times on his way down. Even though Dad had yelled at him for being clumsy, he was a little relieved that it had happened. Now he could spend some time with Sam. He knew Sam was struggling with English, Dean’s favorite subject, and now he had plenty of time to help him.
Dad had left right after making them dinner, giving Dean a small break from always making it, and Sam and Dean cleared the table before sitting down with Sam’s homework. The diary of Anne Frank was on the table, filled with notes, and Dean was turning the pages looking them over.
“Did you like the book?” Dean asked.
“It was very sad.” Sam didn’t look up from where he was taking notes. “I wish she could’ve grown up and explored everything she wanted to.”
“It was a horrible time yeah,” Dean murmured. “Nobody deserves to live like that.”
That made Sam stop writing and he looked up.
“I think Anne and I would've been great friends,” Sam said and stared out in the room. “We would bond over our problems with our parents.”
Dean only hummed, not sure where Sam was headed with this train of thought.
“And she seemed so nice. I like her way of thinking.” Sam took a deep breath. “She just wanted to explore life. I also want that.”
“I want that for you too,” Dean responded quietly.
They were silent, both of them staring at nothing and thinking about their life. Dean had related to Anne Frank’s mommy issues when he read the book too, but he had hoped Sam wouldn’t relate to it. He had tried his best to fill the hole of both mom and dad but it was harder than expected.
“There’s a small hill right behind the motel so you can access the roof. Wanna watch the stars?” Dean asked, breaking the silence. He wanted to get Sam’s mind off those depressive thoughts, and instead spend some time together while Dean could.
Sam looked over at him and broke into a smile. He closed his notebook and put on his jacket and shoes.It was nice seeing Sam smile, especially because of something so simple. Dean took his hand as he led Sam to the back of the motel, lifting him by the waist as Sam struggled a bit to climb up. He quickly jumped up right after Sam, wincing a little as he put weight on the broken ankle, but making sure nobody saw them. They crawled over to the other side of the roof where they would be best hidden, and lay down on their backs.
The air was humid, as if it was gonna rain soon, but it still felt fresh as Dean took a deep breath. The only sounds were the insects chirping and the occasional remark about the stars from Sam.
After some time the remarks became fewer and Dean thought Sam had fallen asleep. He was surprised when he heard a soft voice beside him,
“Did you know Anne Frank wanted a girlfriend?”
“No, I don’t remember that.”
“Reminded me of what you told me last week.”
Dean didn’t answer, but was glad that Sam hadn’t forgotten their talk. He hoped he could be a good role model, showing Sam that he shouldn’t be ashamed of his sexuality or his gender identity.
“I don’t think it’s right though,” Sam continued.
“What isn’t?”
“That people speculate about her sexuality. She was just a girl trying to figure herself out. We shouldn’t taint her memory by labeling her with something she didn’t use.”
“You’re a smart kid Sammy,” Dean said, feeling proud of his little brother. He shuffled a bit, removing a small stone under his back.
Sam turned on his side, resting his head in his hand. “Did you feel like people were speculating when you started transitioning?”
“Not really,” Dean said. “We were on the move too much.”
“Did that make it easier?”
“In some ways.” Dean didn’t say anything more, but he knew that Sam was waiting for him to elaborate. “It was more simple with having so few relatives, no one to come out to all the time.”
Sam nodded, looking a bit sad at the mention of few relatives.
“But it was hard for Dad,” Dean continued, “he wanted me to be Mom.”
“But you’re not Mom,” Sam finished for him.
“I’m not Mom,” Dean repeated and trailed off. He wrapped his jacket tighter around himself and crossed his legs at the ankles. The cold from the roof was spreading into his core and he shivered as he lay there.
“You’re good at taking care of me,” Sam’s small voice said in the dark.
“Thank you Sammy.” Dean smiled and ruffled Sam’s hair.
Sam kept looking down at Dean before he turned and seated himself more comfortably, elbows on knees.
The chirping from the insects had died down, just the sound of the two brothers’ breathing filling the empty air. Dean slapped his hand on his leg as a mosquito tried to bite him.
“Anne should’ve lived longer so she could have figured herself out,” Sam lay back down again, “like you did.”
“Everyone deserves that.”
“I think you and Anne would’ve been good friends too. You could’ve talked to her about sexuality like you did with me.”
“Of course,” Dean answered, not really keeping track of where the conversation was going, but happy that Sam was thinking and talking. “And you can always come to me if you want to talk about anything, okay?”
Dean stretched his arm out to the side, inviting Sam to lay down with his head on his chest. Sam shifted down, his head heavy over Dean’s heart. Dean pulled his leather jacket over Sam as far as it could go. His chest rose and fell slowly, Sam’s head bobbing up and down in rhythm with it.
“Thank you, Dean,” Sam whispered. Dean only smiled.
