quick fic #25
i missed writing, so have this small thing:
Sam walks into the kitchen and straight into a staring contest.
He stops to give a bitchface that neither Dean nor Cas see. “Again?” he demands, before shoving past Dean to get to the coffee. “You realize he’s an angel, right? He doesn’t need to blink, Dean.”
There’s a pause from behind him, then Dean says, “Wait - what? Then why am I on a winning streak?”
A sigh. “I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas says, sounding contrite, “I was making up excuses to look into your eyes. They are very unique.”
Sam rolls his eyes, lifting his mug to his mouth. He turns around, expecting to see Dean with a similar expression on his face, but what he sees instead is - his brother, looking down at his feet and trying and failing to hide a bashful grin. His cheeks are pink.
Sam shoves past Dean again, lips pursed but determined not to react. He gets as far as the kitchen door when he hears Dean clear his throat and say, “Your eyes are - you know. They’re nice, too, Cas.”
Sam groans and locks himself in his room for the rest of the day.