Challenge Words: drink, wander
Warnings/Spoilers: This is an eleventh season story, not tied to any specific episode.
200 words per MS Word Count
Dark Anniversary
Sam woke, staring blearily at the time: 2:18. Great. He rolled over, snuggling deeper into the covers, but sleep eluded him. Maybe some warm milk?
Sam walked down the now-familiar corridors to the bunker's kitchen. He blinked at the entrance; Dean sat at the table, nursing an amber drink, a half-empty bottle close at hand.
Whiskey. So Dean's not as blasé about the date as he pretended earlier.
November Second. Sam only remembered the anniversaries, with Dad buried in a bottle—but Dean remembered the 1983 night that had started the Winchester family business. It was the stuff of nightmares.
"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Sam wandered into the kitchen and started the coffee maker.
Dean startled, shrugging his shoulders.
Sam poured two cups of coffee, placing one in front of Dean before joining him. Dean's been more approachable since he lost the Mark; acting like he did before—before Purgatory, even. "I don't remember that night. Didn't even know you carried me out of the house until you told me so, years later.
I wish I remembered Mom. Met her a few times since, but…" Sam turned his puppy dog eyes towards Dean.
Dean swallowed. "It was an ordinary day…"
A/N: I'm not really happy with this, not sure it captures the mood I was going for. I wanted to post this now, while it's still close to the second and relevant. Also bbofsd01 just favorite me and I thought the least I could do to thank her was to write something new, since I haven't been super-productive lately. Thanks for reading!