Disclaimer: Not mine.
Title: Little Thing Called Love
Rating: T
Summary: Dean doesn't do love. He does something so much more. Dean/Sam
Author's Note: Just wrote another, humorous and longer, Dean/Sam thing, so I typed this up because it's been two days or so.
There's this little thing called love that Dean doesn't get. He loves his father, he loved his mother, he loves his car, his good looks, women… but that's not the way he feels about Sam. He doesn't just love Sam. He's in love with him. Smitten, heads over heels, off the deep end, whipped. Whatever you want to call it. So when Sammy's breathing softly next to him, long curls and wet lips nestling into Dean's collarbone, he thinks of the little things he'll do tomorrow.
The coffee, the casual touches, the backhand compliments… the car keys. (Which more than anything else should clue Sam in. No one drives his baby.) Because saying, "I love you," is too cheap. Sammy is Dean's everything. His life, his thoughts, his breath, him. And words couldn't convey that.
