Title: Love Letter
Pairing: Sam/Dean – Wincest
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I got bored. I got tired. I'm waiting for the next episode. I wanted to write instead of edit.
Whenever he got the chance, Sam would sometimes think about his high school days. The cliques, the disgusting lunch served at the cafes, the annoying teachers, the constant bullying, the laps they ran for gym, and a whole bunch of things. Not to say that he hated his days being in high school, but sometimes, they weren't that bad.
He looks down at the jagged mess of blonde on his chest. Dean always falls asleep on his chest like this after watching a late-run movie on TV. Sam doesn't complain; he likes gathering his older brother in his arms. Makes him feel like he's cuddling a giant teddy-bear or something.
"Are you comparing me to a bear again?"
Dean's strong but sleepy voice shocks Sam. He blinks and watches Dean's eyes flutter open before looking up at him.
Sam smiles back.
"Maybe, got a problem with that?"
He sees the eye roll that Dean gives him before snuggling closer to same. Strike that, 'finding warmth', since snuggling isn't very manly.
Anyways, Sam likes to think that his days at the various high schools they went to were those days where one can look back and laugh at regardless of what happened. Even the bullying and constant teasing he got made him smile in some sort of way.
But there's only one reason why he remembers those days: it was the first time he got a love letter.
The handwriting was cute and curly, much like a very love-struck girl. The paper was pink, slightly-purple and looked like it came from one of those girls' dairy found in the kids' section. He found the paper after he had opened his locker, falling out like a leaf in autumn. Sam, remembering, picked it up in curiosity, kids in hall passing by him like nothing. He remembers the fear and joy. The paper said 'I really like you, Sam' with a heart next to his name.
Later through the month, he was horribly told that it was a joke. Though, the next day, the girl who wrote it was actually forced to, though her feelings were the same. It made Sam smile because he felt the same about the girl as well. That is, until a couple days later, they left to go hunt some ghost haunting in Jefferson City.
"I remember that love letter I got in high school," Sam brings up randomly.
Dean blinks at the sudden topic change. Bears then love letters? What next? Superman? Sam looks up at the ceiling and smiles, suddenly feeling sleep slowly consume his mind. A pair of lips land softly yet firmly on his and its enough to shake him up from his sleepy reverie just a little. He looks at his brother lazily in half confusion and half contentment.
"I hated high school,"
Sam could tell: Dean is jealous. Not jealous of his not-awesome-but-decent memories of high school compared to his shitty high school memories but, the fact that he brought up a love letter in front of him. So, Sam smiles and leans down to softly kiss his forehead.
"I'm sleepy. Let's talk about it in the morning,"