A/N: As stated previous in my other drabble/ficlet anthology, I write a lot of these and it's better to put them in one place than post them seperately. Also, sorry for spamming your watchlist. I think might kill me for my updates if I keep going. XD
Not mine. I just like to play.
Unsuspecting Sunday Morning
It's almost unfair the way it hits him out of the blue one day. They're walking down the main street of whatever town they're staying in this time - another few days that'll most likely turn into a week. The sidewalk closest to the shop fronts is filled with stands of fruits and vegetables, wooden carts filled with home-grown produce, and it's almost quaint. Would be, if they didn't see the same thing universally every spring.
Dean's chattering away, gesturing animatedly, but Sam's not really listening. His hands are jammed in his pockets, watching the sidewalk, happy to just be out in the open air. Happy to be somewhere that isn't a crappy apartment or shotgun in Dean's car.
Halfway through what's probably an entertaining story, Dean obviously realizes exactly how captivated his audience is and changes pace.
"... and I swear it was this long."
Sam blinks owlishly, has to shake his hair out of his eyes before he can see properly. "Wait, what?"
Dean's half-laughing, half-exasperated expression startles him. He stops walking and just looks for a second, completely forgetting the fact that he's staring. Because yeah, he's seen his brother a million times before in varying degrees of annoyed, happy, stormy, and disbelieving, but he's just now seeing him.
And god, Sam knows he's been in a teenage slump for a while, but he really must have had his head in the clouds to have missed this.
Dean stops walking a few paces ahead, doesn't seem to notice Sam's stopped, and turns back. "Sam?"
He's moving before he realizes it, body completely on autopilot; Dean keeps watching, blissfully confused, as Sam pushes him against the conveniently-placed lamppost and kisses him.
It isn't much of a kiss, not at first - Sam's kissed girls before, but it's nothing like that now. Dean is still for a moment, tense beneath him, before he just... opens. He brings his arms up; Sam thinks Dean is going to push him away, but his strong fingers just tangle in his hair and pull him closer.
The old woman at the fruit stand behind Sam clicks her tongue disapprovingly. Sam sighs into Dean's mouth and thinks that the best part, besides the fact that Dean is so perfect it's painful, is that she doesn't know they're brothers.
