Bruise

Dean stared down at his hands resting between his parted knees, fingers loosely interlinked with one another as he bounced his right leg, chest raising and falling as he breathed in and out. In and out. So far Sam and he had been on the road for days, taking turns driving, getting food, directing which way and various other things.

Though at this moment he was waiting for his little brother to get out of the shower so he could take his turn and wash the caked blood off his person.

They'd been hunting a Wendigo and a few vampires, all in the same place. At one point they decided working together wouldn't help them find the things so, reluctantly, they had parted ways to deal with either or.

Sam had returned with a few scratches and bruised ribs, which he brushed off as a minor thing and not to worry about it whereas the elder Winchester sibling had been semi-careful. Covered in blood that wasn't his and a couple nasty bruises from being thrown around. They had gotten the job done though, and that's all that mattered.

A door creaked open and Dean glanced up to see that his brother was standing there with a towel atop his head, clutched in one hand that was having it rub against the water-soaked locks. Emerald hues turned to the side, avoiding letting his sights lower to the dark bluish-purple tint adorning Sam's side.

Which cruelly reminded him how he hadn't been there to shoot that damn Wendigo before it had flung his precious brother across the room like a rag doll, before Sam had regained his senses from the shock and shot at it with the flare gun.

"...shower's free." was all he heard.

Nodding slowly, Dean placed his hand to the mattress to push himself up and made his way over there. He then shut the door before the taller man could turn and repeat what he'd said earlier, "I'm fine, Dean."

Dean called bullshit on that either way.

Moments

Castiel had been popping up at the wrong moments, the kind where it included awkward staring between the three off them. Dean would stare at Sam, Sam stared at Castiel and Castiel would stare at both brothers. Those awkward moments were mostly after the taller brother had the elder pinned, concluding the fight though they would be in eachother's faces.

The older sibling had always ignored it or brushed it off as Sam being too exhausted to sit up straight. He forced away the thoughts of what else would have happened if the angel hadn't come to tell them where to 'play fetch.' Dean knew that his little brother was irritated whenever the man was around.

He'd seen the frustration, hatred and jealousy flicker in those captivating hazel eyes.

But Dean would change the subject. Always.

After all, neither needed to be damned. Damned more than they already were at this point. Nor did they need to fuel the fire to the demons' arsenal they already had on them. Yet it was also one of those moments where both Winchesters would give anything to have a reason to fight and wrestle about on the floor.

Just for some contact to sate the sickening desire that burned already.

Sucker

Sam stared at the screen of his laptop, lazily scrolling through articles of recent mishaps in Mississippi, trying to see if there was something interesting enough to get up off their asses and investigate. He gnawed on the sucker between his teeth, reaching a hand up and pulling it out. Flicking his tongue over his lips, the brunet's muddy spheres darted from side to side, skimming the page to the link he'd clicked.

The taste of root beer lingered on his taste buds, popping it back into his mouth then peering over to his brother whom was laid out on the bed, hands behind his head and left leg hooked over his right's bent knee. Dean's green eyes were halfway shut, lips formed in a straight line with an all-out bored look on his face.

Returning his attention to the screen, Sam began to chew at the sucker once more.

It was better than smoking in his opinion, slightly unhealthy but healthier than puffing away at a fag.

Drumming his free hand's fingertips against the table, he furrowed his brows then raised one. Well, they finally had something to do.

"There's a missing person's case in Ontario,"

"And...?"

"And no one knows how or why they're vanishing. Some are claiming it's a ghost."

The sound of springs squeaking in protest told Sam that Dean had gotten up and felt the other's presence beside him, the elder leaning in then patting his shoulder in an affectionate gesture. "Awesome job, Sammy. Start packing."

Turning his head to look over at the other Winchester, Sam had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the other being so eager to leave. He blinked slowly he saw Dean grab onto the end of his candy and pull it out of his mouth to pop it into his own then walk away to go pack his things. Reaching his hand out, Sam shut down the laptop then shut it, pushing back from the table with a pout mixed with a smile.

Sometimes he thought that it wasn't so bad deciding to stick around after all.


Assassination's note: this is my first attempt at a Supernatural fanfic, please tell me how I did, how I can improve, if one of the characters is TOO OOC or something. (if something sounds like it's worded wrong...my brain wasn't cooperating with me)

edit 5/10/13: Fixed it up a bit.