FOOD OF LOVE
WOW: Prickle. Dean has a complicated relationship with food; Sam's only just figured it out.
A story in three 100-word drabbles.
Disclaimer: I don't own them; still, am I bitter ...?
Chapter 1
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Sam used to be embarrassed about eating in public with Dean; embarrassed about how his brother snarfed down his food without caring about social niceties.
He used to prickle with heated irritation as Dean ate with the gluttonous finesse of a man starved.
That was before he knew.
Before he knew that Dean had regularly gone without so he could eat.
When the meagre funds John left them dwindled and all that remained was one slice of bread, one can of spaghetti, one portion of Wheaties; it was always Sammy's.
No question, no debate.
Sam's not embarrassed any more ...
He's proud.
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tbc