Sun scorched wheat stretches endlessly behind the trailer park, part of some acre of land that doesn't belong to anybody and never will. The burnt gold seems to draw a line on the horizon between the cloudless evening sky that looks a million colors the further the sun sinks, blue and purple and yellow all at one, betraying the heat of the day which is only ebbing a few degrees with the approach of night.
Dean crunches through the wheat, the sound of his sandaled feet seeming to drown out the noise of the trailer park in behind, of kids playing and dogs barking and cars crunching up gravel driveways. A breeze is blowing, gentle but stiff enough to stir the tall, golden stalks that tickle his bare arms and legs. He's been inside all day, staring listlessly at the ugly ceiling of their trailer and trying to keep himself from moving too much. The heat makes it hard to walk two feet let alone take a jaunt down to the store and get a slurpee. That's what Sam said he was going to do earlier.
He dozed off after his brother left and woke up only a couple of hours later to find the trailer deserted. He checked for Sam in the trailer but there was no sign of him except an empty slurpee cup on the steps that lead to the ugly, chain fenced off backyard. Dean doesn't worry. He knows that Sam would never go too far.
The fields are where he goes first because he knows it's what Sam needs, to be lost among something endless, something that hides him, something that could lead him from the broken down steps of the trailer to an eternity away from everything.
Sunlight has gone behind the trailers but it's still warm, too warm for evening. Dean steps for a second, waist high in wheat which sways and rustles, the lullaby of the sound making him feel even more drowsy. He blinks a few times and shakes his head. He can feel that Sam is around here somewhere but all he sees is a sea of amber that reaches to forever.
He glances down as something tickles his foot.
Sam is laying on the ground, wearing the same t-shirt and jean shorts he had on when he left. He's hidden by the wheat, staring up at Dean, his eyes hazy, his expression soft. He must have been sleeping. He grins dimly up at Dean, his messy hair falling into his eyes. Dean shakes his head but smiles and kneels down, crouching beside Sam who doesn't make a move to sit up.
"Coulda lost you out here squirt," he says, placing a hand on his brother's exposed leg. Sam's skin is hot, almost feverishly but then again Dean should expect it if Sam really had fallen asleep out here. He runs his hand up and down Sam's leg, gazing at him as his brother looks up under long lashes. It's cool down here, lower to the ground.
"Not you," Sam says quietly, a small smile playing on his lips. "You'd find me no matter where I went."
Dean shakes his head and leans over Sam, pressing his lips to Sam's warm ones, hungrily exploring his brother's sweet, warm mouth, heat from within mingling the heat of the evening. He rolls over, pulling Sam into an embrace, knowing that they'll both be covered in rough, dry dirt but not caring. Right now he just wants to stay hidden in this sea of honey colored wheat and watch the darkening sky.
Sam relaxes against him, his head in the crook of Dean's neck.
"No matter where I went," he whispers.
Dean smiles up at the sky, noticing the first star of the night.
"No matter where," he promises.