Coffee
"Here."
Sam's voice is gruff and sharp as he thrusts the warmth into Dean's hand. He sniffs it, and could recognize that smell anywhere, he loves it so much.
He is cautious, however, aware that his brother is in a bad mood, and fears it may have been tainted.
"I didn't poison it," his brother says exasperatedly after a few moments, and Dean decides to trust him and takes a sip. Then Sam sighs, the anger gone, and says, "Listen, about yesterday—"
"No."
"But Dean, I shouldn't've—"
"No, Sam." He takes another sip. "Truth is, you were right."
A/N: So yes, I was a late a day again. Sorry. Blame spring break. :)
