Summary: Sam is unlucky in love. Or is he?
Me by frostygossamer
Sam and Dean were lurking in the woods close to the old abandoned farm, waiting for the gang of demons to turn up.
After the unfortunate death of another cute woman, Denise, who he'd gotten close to on their previous hunt, Sam was feeling a little sorry for himself.
"You think I'm doomed to be unlucky in love, Dean?" he asked sadly. "I had Jessica and I lost her. That relationship was doomed from the start. Never shoulda met her. Poor sweet Jess."
Dean rolled his eyes. Glad when he finally shut up. Staking out an old barn in the rain was bad enough without having to put up with a whiny brother.
"And then there was Madison," Sam continued. "Jeez, she was doomed before I even met her. But meeting me didn't help her none."
"Maybe it woulda helped if you'd been a little quieter," Dean complained.
He was seriously beginning to think he should have left his brother behind at the motel.
"Denise was happy till I rolled into town," Sam droned on. "Didn't exactly turn out to be her knight in shining armor. Man, I'm turning into some jinx and I-"
"Dude, you are not a jinx. End of," Dean hissed, trying to end the conversation.
"I just have no luck with women," Sam moaned, ignoring the interruption. "Guess I'm fated to spend the rest of my life single, unattached and unwanted. Never gonna have no one."
Dean pulled off his silver ring, grabbed Sam's right hand and jammed the ring on his third finger.
"There," he snapped. "You're engaged. Now shut up."
Sam stared at the ring dumbly for a moment, then smiled and zipped his lips.
They waited in silence for a few minutes, side by side. Then, without turning around, Dean said quietly,
"Never say you ain't got no one, bro. You got me."
The End
A/N: Just a quick sappy one.
