First off this is a slash fic, which means it's a Sam/Dean fic. I know that's kinda odd but hey, a girl can dream right?
Hey there. This is my first fic about Supernatural…actualy it's my fic in awhile but I've been an avid watcher of the show since I saw the first preview of it so here it is.
Note: VERY IMPORTANT IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS! My computer is very odd and it does not let me type the letters A, L and L together in a word. I don't know why this is like this but I am deeply sorry for the defect. Just bear with it.
You know that you can't fight it forever Dean. Shut up you stupid mind, thought Dean as he waited in the car for his younger brother to get them a room in one of those crappy motels that Dean was able to rent them after he hustled "pool". You get so mad that he keeps secrets from you, but you think it's just fine to keep yours from him.
The rain fell to the ground in a spectacular dance that sprinkled smal drops across the roof of Dean's beloved car, creating a soft lullaby that made him woozy. He realized just how tired he was and he peered through the drizzle impatiently for Sam to hurry back. You can't keep ignoring your feelings Dean, his mind persisted.
Dean sighed in frustration. He hated when things got quiet. Because when things got quiet, that little malicious voice in his head started to annoy him again with those deep thoughts that he hated to think.
Thankfully, Sam finaly returned with the key to their room. "What took ya so long? " I started to draw little cartoons on the window." He smiled in that ironic, creepy, wry little smile that he knew made Sam squirm. Dean loved making those dumb-ass jokes. They let him be fast again. He liked when things were going fast because he could always chenge himself to be in control.
"It wasn't my fault. The guy in there was some fat slob who didn't know how to count so it took him twenty minutes to find the key," Sam protested. Dean noticed how he loved it when Sam made that pouty face after he just chastised him. Shit, no, he reminded himself. I won't think that way. Bad Dean. But you know that's how you truly feel. Shut Up, he screamed at himself. "Are you okay?" came Sam's query. "I'm fine. Let's go."
They hurried to grab their bags from the trunk and both darted for the porch were it was dry. Once in the room, Dean immediately dropped his bags and threw himself in the middle of the queen sized bed. He hit the stiff mattress with a thud and even though it was harder than he himself ever remembered being, he sighed in relief for finy sleeping in a bed again. Sam casualy tossed their hunting equipment into a corner and he plopped down on the old armchair that was seated in front of the TV. "I thought he told me it had two twin beds…hmmm…maybe I just heard him wrong. Oh well. It could have been worse. Hey, remember that time that we had to share that old twin bed and then…" "Okay, okay I try to forget that."
He's so bittersweet, Sam thought as he watched Dean's sleeping figure move peacefully and steadily with ever intake of his breath. The street lights shone through the window and illuminated Dean's now angelic face. He always sleeps so perfectly, thought Sam. He never wakes up in an odd position or drooling over a pillow. That's what Sam would expect him to look like in his sleep if he had never had these blissful opportunities to watch Dean sleep. But Sam would always be awake at these hours, unable to sleep because of nightmares of Jess or those stupid premonitions. So here he was, staring at his brother's perfect face as it drifted in and out of dreams that Sam wished he could see into. He never was able to tell what Dean was thinking. He was so complex. Soon Sam was also drifting off to sleep with the picture of that beautiful, slightly tan body rise up and down rhythmicy in what Sam thought was one of Dean's finer moments.
Thank you for reading. I promise that I'll either have another chappie for this one or I'll write another, more hardcore one. Let me know how it is!