Set somewhere in season four...
Did you know?
An average person tells 4 lies a day.
It was a stupid ad on the back of today's journal, yet the two Winchester felt like it was a message from a prophecy or something directly adressed to them.
It was Sam who read it first, at the little café they were eating on this cold morning. Dean was too busy flirting with the waitress to notice anything. Sam stared at the text, his cup of coffee hanging in between his lips and the table, freezing.
Dean flashed a smile at the brunette, and Sam counted.
I'm fine, you?
No, I haven't got any news from Ruby.
A nightmare? I don't remember talking in my sleep.
I'm good, really.
Four. And it was not even ten o' clock.
'I'll be back', he said, and went for the bathroom, naseous, as Dean nodded absently and took the morning paper.
It took him two minutes to read the sports, and three or so to check if there were any concerts near the town they could go after that crappy job.
He closed the journal, read the ad, and counted.
I'm fine, yeah.
Well, I guess you're telling the thruth.
Castiel? No, he hasn't talked to me in some time now.
Oh you weren't saying important things. Just some rambling in your sleep, that's all.
When Sam returned from the bathroom, Dean was looking outside, staring at the street. Sam frowned.
'You good?', he asked, noticing that the morning paper was nowhere to be seen and his brother's plate half eaten only. Dean snapped out of his staring session and turned his face towards him and tried to smile.
'Yeah, I'm good.'
Five.
I know it's short, but it was just something that needed to be written.
Thank you for reading :)
Audrey