E/O Challenge: Double drabble to make up for a few weeks missed: to, too and two / chicken.
Word Count: 200
Spoilers/Warnings: For the beginning of Season 8
A/N: Sorry all, just trying to make up for lost time, its been a crazy-fun end of summer here in Maine, USA! Enjoy!
Rock-A-Bye
Dean eased himself into the rocking chair and grabbed a cold one from the cooler at his side.
As far as motels go, this one was luxurious. Instead of the asphalt parking lot extending to the door of every room, there was a shallow wooden deck outside each door with a rocking chair. The view consisted of the motel's flashing neon sign and the glare of the nearby convenience store, and Dean thoughtfully pondered the reflections of both in the immaculately polished hood of his car.
He rocked slowly, the steady creaks replacing the drone of the distant highway and the screaming laughter of the partying teens two rooms over.
He didn't look for me, Dean thought for the thousandth time. What, was he chicken? Afraid?
He tilted back the bottle, barely tasting the golden liquid pouring down his throat.
Don't be such a ball-buster. When it comes to Sam, you've been afraid, too.
Dean was startled out of his thoughts by his younger brother, striding through the parking lot. Sam was balancing a 12-pack of beer, bagful of burgers, and an entire pie in his arms.
Dean smiled a practiced grin and stood up to help.
Try to forgive.