A Moment with My Brother
Can I have a bite?
Dean is eating a muffin.
Blueberry I think and it looks real good. He baked them earlier and we, Sam, Cas, Kevin and I have all had more than one already. Dean hasn't though. He was too busy seeing that we enjoyed them.
I have had two, only two...Sam managed four. The blueberry was sweet and sharp and the chocolate, rich and silky on the palate.
Really I'm full but somehow Dean's muffin...that particular muffin, looks super delicious.
He's lounging, sprawled across the opposite end of the big sofa to me, his legs intertwined with mine as we symbiotically utilize the space available for maximum comfort. His feet are bare and he's tapping his toes against my shin as we co-habit harmoniously.
He's making tiny, unconscious nom-nom-nom noises as he breaks off little pieces of the big cakey delight from where it resides on the plate that he has balanced on his chest and dropping them into his mouth. His face is contentedly happy and I note that the front of his t-shirt is still floury from baking.
"Can I have a bit?"
I say as I smile my best, 'I'm-a-good-girl smile and he pauses in mid chew, looking intently at me.
"I asked you if you wanted one bringing before I sat down. You said you were full."
He reminds me patiently and goes on chewing but doesn't go to share and so I sit up from my graceful (it is too, graceful! I'm always graceful.) sprawl, my grin ramping up from alluringly girlish to totally disarming.
"I know, I didn't want one then..."
"So then..."
He smiles back at me, ignoring my request as if 'So then...' makes his devilish selfishness okay.
"So then...gimme a bit."
I hold my hand toward him but he just smiles and drops another piece into his own mouth.
"Magic word?"
He mumbles between chews and his face is a picture of brotherly tease and torment.
"Please..."
I crawl along the sofa, kneeling all over him as he makes a grab for his plate and snatches up the last big bite into his fingers.
Pllleease!"
I pout sweetly and copy the patented Sam-puppy-dog-eyes.
And Dean, my abused, hen-pecked, totally-rad, badass brother sighs and stretches his hand toward me relinquishing his precious last bite and I chew and nom-nom-nom appreciatively as he wistfully licks the last few crumbs from his fingers.
Ends