A/N: So I originally posted this on AO3 but I thought you guys might like it here too :)
I do not own any of the people in this story. They all belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. Please enjoy
Pairing: Sam/Dean
5.
"What you're doing to Dean is sick. Put a stop to it, or I will."
Sam jolted awake and sat up in his seat blinking.
"You okay there Sammy? Looked like you were having a bad dream," Dean said, looking over.
"Don't worry about it," Sam replied, clearing his throat. "We almost there yet?"
"'Bout another hour," Dean answered. "Hungry? Passed a sign a few miles back. Mentioned one of those places with the fast food at the next rest stop."
Sam's stomach growled at the mention of food and Dean chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."
Sam ran a hand through his hair and looked out the window.
"Oregon?" He asked, looking at Dean.
"Washington. Hour outside Seattle," Dean answered pulling off into a rest stop.
He parked and turned the engine off before getting out of the car.
Sam followed suit and stretched. Raising his arms above his head and turning this way and that before dropping them to his looked over and saw Dean trying to casually check him out. He winked and shoved his hands into his pockets as he started walking to the entrance of the building. Dean caught up with him and wrapped an arm around his waist sliding a hand into his left back pocket as they walked.
"What were you dreaming about?" Dean asked.
"Don't remember," Sam answered, pulling the building door open.
It was crowded, and loud, and smelled like all kinds of food. It wasn't often they stopped at places like this. Too many people, too open.
"What are you in the mood for?" Dean asked.
"Let's just grab some snacks and a couple sodas," Sam answered.
"Alright. I'm gonna hit the bathroom and you take care of all that. Need my wallet?" Dean asked.
"I'll get it," Sam answered. "Meet you back at the car?"
Dean nodded and made a beeline for the restrooms. Sam watched him disappear into the crowd and walked over to one of the small gift shop areas.
He picked up a couple cokes, a sandwich for Dean and a salad for himself with a couple bags of chips and walked over to the counter to pay.
"Will this be all for you?" The girl at the counter asked.
"Yeah," he answered. He gave her a credit card and put the receipt in the bag before heading for the entrance.
"Sam? Is that really you?"
Sam looked up as he stepped outside and blinked before smiling. "Meg? Wow, hey, how are you?" He asked walking over. "I thought you were going to California."
"I was for a bit," she nodded. "Now I'm just on my way home. What about you? How have you been? Did you ever go back to Stanford?"
"Um no...no actually," Sam answered. "Wound up going into the family business."
"You ready to go Sammy?" Dean asked, walking over.
"Hey Dean, this is Meg. She and I met about a year ago," Sam said. "Meg, this is Dean."
"This is the infamous Dean?" Meg asked, looking him over.
"So you've heard of me?" Dean grinned.
She snorted."Oh yeah."
"Right...I'm gonna go wait in the car," Dean said.
"I'll be there in a minute," Sam replied.
"I thought you were going to go back to school. What changed?" Meg asked.
It hurt too much to be away from Dean, he thought to himself.
"There was nothing for me in Stanford," Sam answered. "Turns out it...it wasn't for me."
"And the family business is?" She asked.
"Honestly? I don't know," Sam admitted. "But I'm happy right now."
Meg nodded a little. "Well, as long as you promise to kick your brother's ass if he's a dick to you again."
Sam chuckled and nodded. "Promise. It was great seeing you again Meg."
"You too Sam. Take care of yourself," she told him.
Sam headed back to the Impala and set the bag of food between him and Dean and sighed.
Sam looked up from the book he was reading as Dean walked out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair with his boxers were low on his hips.
"I remember you leaving for Stanford…" Dean said, sitting next to him.
Sam closed his book. "Just now?"
Dean nodded. "It's still a little bare on the details but yeah...why'd you come back? You hate hunting…"
"I don't hate it," Sam shook his head. "I just felt like I was being forced into it, you know? I wasn't given a choice and that's what I hated." He took one of Dean's hands and intertwined their fingers. "I came back, because I missed you. Honestly, I would like to go back. Finish my degree, but, I want to be with you more."
"...Dude, you're such a sap," Dean laughed.
Sam rolled his eyes, his guilt burning at the realization that Dean was starting to remember things. But the rest of him pushed it down, and he leaned forward, kissing him and relishing in the fact Dean kissed back, burying his fingers into his hair.
