Note: I'll be hosting (again) the Sam & Dean Challenge next June but I'm thinking of doing something else in between. Would you guys be interested in taking the Idol challenge? Focusing on Jared, Jensen or both of them. For a month, one theme a day, like "idol wearing red, with pets, with sunglasses".... You don't even have to create something just post your fav' gifs & pictures fitting the theme. Let me know if it's something you'd like to do :)
Sam Dean Celebration Week Day 5 (Sept 17th) You know what we are home
Sorry for being late but I only now remembered I have a fic that fits the theme. This is my first SPN fic and I don't know if I’ll expand it or if I’m finished and it’s only lightly edited but here is a scene of Sam and Dean cuddling in the Impala post 11x4 “Baby” .
I might finally post this to Ao3 once its completely edited
He wakes to the familiar sound of the creak of the impala door. The first time he had heard it when Dean came for him at Stanford, his heart had sped up in what he thought of at the time as a Pavlovian betrayal. A sign of adrenaline. It didn’t mean anything; it was an echo of a life that wasn’t his anymore. But that sound had been hardwired into his brain to mean comfort and home, and three years away was never going to be enough to erase that; nothing was .
He opens his eyes to see Dean hunched over in the backseat doorway staring at him with a little smile.
“ De? What’s up?” He yawned. The cold night air blew into the car and raised goosebumps on his skin that brushed against the leather seat. Did his brother want to get back on the road? They had only settled down a few hours ago, according to his watch as he glanced at it. They had parked near a field 80 miles out of Lebanon and had drunk a few beers on the hood as the sun had set. They were battered but triumphant, and they all needed a rest, Baby including. Maybe Dean had slept off the beers and was rejuvenated and ready to make the rest of the drive home, or did he need another drink from the cooler that had been moved next to Sam’s feet on the floor to get back to sleep after a nightmare?
“Nothing Sammy, sorry to wake you” Dean mumbled.
He looked embarrassed as if he had been caught at something but didn’t give an explanation why he was standing there.
He kept staring for a moment.
“You know you still look like a little kid when you sleep back there” Dean continued. “It's a miracle you can still fit that Sasquatch body in there though”. he chuckled.
His face grew contemplative for a moment before he continued
“Sometimes it seemed like there was barely enough room to fit the two of us back then when we were fighting“
Sam sat up with a chuckle remembering. The whining and pinching, the wrestling and slap fights over various flailing limbs being on the wrong side of the car .
“How many times did dad threaten to put us out on our asses if we didn’t cut that shit out?” He asked
“Too many.” Dean replied, still smiling but a little sad.
Sam wondered again why Dean had woken him. As he looked at his brother framed in the car door way he thought again to their childhood.
Dean was backlit by the night sky and as he stood there he almost looked like a constellation or a soldier guarding a tomb, at attention as if expecting orders. He remembers now seeing his brother in this tableau many times.
All those long nights of driving until finally exhausted John would pull over at whatever fleabag motel that would accommodate them for the night. Most nights if he had fallen asleep in the car he would find himself awaking in a strange motel room. He usually assumed his dad had hoisted him into his arms while he whispered for Dean to get the bags out of the trunk.
But sometimes when dad was too tired or too injured he had asked Dean to bring him in . Sam had cherished those nights when his brother retrieved him from the backseat, because while his father had loomed impressive as a mountain in his childhood view it was like like looking at the stars, beautiful but unreachable by his small hands .Dean had been more present because he was always there right next to him, he had only needs to turn his gaze or outstretched a hand and there he was, whether they were in the car or not . Any contact between them only solidified that .He had frequently feigned sleep and laid his head on his brother’s bony shoulder in order for Dean to carry him. He realizes now Dean must have known all along when he was faking as he knew everything about Sam and his habits but he always indulged him, which his father would not have. Especially as he grew older.
Sometimes it’s what he looked forward to most, the only thing he could count on. That if he drifted off at any point in their journey, wherever they roamed and wherever they stopped if he opened his eyes a sliver when he heard that door creak there would be Dean standing there arms outstretched .
Dean’s looking at the sky now but still lingering at the open car door. He seems to be waiting for something.
He can longer be carried, but he knows he still has Dean wrapped around his finger and he still wants those arms outstretched to him always.
Dean? He he asks to get his attention.
“It’s a damn nice night .” Dean mutters before turning to him again.
He hesitates a moment.
He’s older now. He can ask for what he wants.
It’s his turn to reach first. Sam opens his arms silently.
Dean grins, as if finally given permission and emboldened by drink he slides awkwardly on top of the expanse of Sam’s chest. Their bodies pressed tight in a reverse of how they had slept as children in this same backseat. Sam sprawled against his brothers chest , Dean holding on to him tight. His brother smells like sweat and cold night air and the burgers they had eaten for dinner on the road .
Dean took a moment to arrange himself nearly kneeing his Sam in the groin with one of his bow legs, but once he settles in his brother’s face ended near his own close enough that he could see his freckles that still showed up after so many years in just the right light , now joined by laugh lines and hard won wrinkles. All facets of Dean that Sam had been present for over the years, He had grown an appreciation for what a gift that was
It takes some maneuvering but Sam managed to snag the car door closed it with his foot. Closing them off from the chilly evening and accentuating their closeness. But there was no way he was letting his brother back out from this chick flick moment. Not when these moments of sweetness were rare
They stared at each other for a moment. Dean’s green eyes shining even in the dark of the car. Sam gripped the back of Dean's shirt, pressing him down into his chest. He imagined their hearts beating against each .
Deans smile as he looked at Sam was easy and simple in a which was rare these days, He rested his face in the crook of Sam’s neck.
“Hey little brother” Dean crooned drowsily in his ear “go back to sleep” Just as he had soothed him many nights decades ago
“Night De.” he muttered as he closed his eyes. He hoped Dean would finally settle now.
A moment later he smiled when he felt a dry kiss on his forehead.
