AN: Set somewhere in season 5.
That Three-Letter Word
Dean sat on his bed with a notepad in one hand and a dark red pen in the other. Sighing to himself he drew squiggles and other meaningless images that flowed through his hand and imprinted themselves into the living by red ink.
Sam had gone out to get dinner while he was taking a shower. Dean was tired, wanting nothing more than to sleep but he couldn't. Words kept running through his mind, letters kept jumping up and down in his brain.
Well it was more one word with three letters.
The door creaked open revealing a flushed Sam holding two bags of food. "Hey."
Dean looked up from his notepad, hiding it under his leg as Sam turned to lock the door. He took in his brothers red face and rapidly inflating and deflating chest. "What happened to you?" he questioned.
Sam laughed. "I got chased by a dog." Oh, was all Dean said in reply. "I got pizza, coke," Sam held up second bag and waved it happily in front of his face, "and pie!"
"Great," Dean said unenthusiastically. He immediately regretted his tone watching Sam's shoulder slump and his 'I-got-my-big-brother-pie' created happiness disappear. "You better have gotten cherry," he warned breaking into a grin.
Sam's face lit up. "Yeah, the lady said I was cute so she gave me the largest one with a bonus discount." He placed the bags on the table and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
Dean grabbed the notepad from under his leg, with 'yes' scrawled unintentionally in big letters across the page and ripped it out only to see Sam walk straight back out of the bathroom with a conflicted look settling on his face.
"Why..." he struggled to begin, trying to understand what Dean had been thinking in the time he had been away, "is the word 'yes' written on the bathroom mirror?" Sam shook his head, trying to erase the shock that had overcome him when he saw the steam written words. He moved forwards, no longer standing in the middle of the room, lightening fast reflexes grabbing the piece of paper in his brother's hand. "Yes," he read aloud. He closed his eyes not wanting to see Dean's face. "You want to say it don't you?"
Defeated Dean looked down finding a stray thread on the quilt cover. "I don't." Sam sat on the bed, the weight shifting until Sam got comfortable and the movement stopped. "Sammy, please, try to understand-"
"Understand what?" Sam said. "What happened to 'Team Free Will? Huh Dean? Do you know what will happen if you say yes?"
"I'll be fine. Nothing-"Dean began to lie.
"Bull! Cas told me what happened when Raphael took that mechanics body. He told me that if Michael wore you, you'd be infinitely worse off."
"Don't you get it though? If I said yes, Michael could kill Lucifer before-"
"I said yes! C'mon Dean, I'm not going to agree to the devil and you are not going to agree to Michael. That's the end of it." Sam tore the piece of paper into little bits throwing it over his head. The paper fell on him like snow.
Dean surveyed his little brother. "Team Free Will – If you're in then so am I."
AN: Just trying to clear out my story folder.