For the fic prompt! Sam watched Dean pour too many m&ms in his mouth and thought, a little crazily, "that's so gross, I love him."
thank you kind anon, sorry i was slow-ish—brain went "oh yeah it's definitely gonna be s3 angst", and it took me an amount of time i'm not ready to specify to write these 196 words (also past tense, my nemesis, and i didn't even cheat this time).
Sam watched Dean pour too many M&M’s in his mouth and thought, a little crazily, “That's so gross, I love him.”
It was an especially humiliating kind of thought, a rush of feeling over the damnedest thing, like a kid, like he had any right to think this when a calm, merciless self counted down the days for him.
Still—M&M’s, and the way Dean would take pains to get really, actually clean every decent shower they got but never capped the fucking toothpaste, and the time he'd woken up and seen Dean standing in just his shorts over the tiny motel stove, and there'd been a spot for perfectly greasy paper bag breakfast just round the corner, and he had remembered numbly why, and Dean had rubbed one pale foot against another—a throwaway, unguarded gesture, and he hadn't known, then, what to do with the time still there, or the time they'd lost.
Dean scuffed him under the knee, boot connecting so light it didn’t even count as a poke. “Something on my face?” he said, only it came out all crunchy and muffled with candy, and Sam lurched heavily back into himself. He blinked, heat gathering in his throat and under his eyelids, and snatched the bag from Dean’s loose fingers, minus one touch left.
if anyone has more prompts for me, my asks are open. <3
