A/N - Geez…when was the last time I even wrote fic? Phfft feels like a million years ago. And this is all I can procure…like two hundred words. Ha…not beta read either!
The Keys
A thousand and one thoughts fly through his head, mind working furiously as he stares at the keys in Dean's outstretched hand.
He hasn't seen the car in nearly a year, but he can still remember the feel of the seats, the smell of leather and the sound of rock music playing through the speakers. He remembers the cool feel of the window against his forehead…countless days and nights on the road, backseat emergency patch ups and the perfectly disorganized weapons cache in the trunk.
Sam swallows, hands itching to take the Impala and hear the comforting rumble of her engine, longing for the days where the car was home. Except….
…except it isn't, not anymore.
Not without Dean.
Sans the mullet rock, cracking jokes, initiating chick flicks, having fights and generally annoying the hell out of each other during the longs trips down deserted road. Take away all that…
Well it's not the house that makes it a home, right?
Sam curls his fingers into a fist, and declines the offer quietly.
Maybe someday he'll ride shotgun again, and sink into his seat - feel like he's home again.
Not today though.
Not behind the wheel.
…not without his big brother beside him.
End.
Yup. Big one eh? Does it even flow? Make sense? I'm very, very tired - and my head is still buzzing from the episode tonight - I totally blame that if I wake up in the AM and wonder why the hell I posed this!
Cheers