冬眠的倉庫

這是同一篇 不要被騙了! 為了響應lazy_daze大人的活動所以自己翻出來的東西

***

They don’t have a destination in mind when they leave Detroit. They just can’t wait to leave everything behind- Angels, Demons, the apocalypse, whatever. It’s all over. They are not vessels for those two giant pigeons anymore, they are just Sam and Dean now.

They hear about a child-abducting monster the first time they stop. Then a ghost hunting the highway they are taking. Then come the demons who are too stubborn to believe it’s over. Before they know it, they are back to the saving people, hunting things business. The [So the world is not coming to an end now. What do you want to do next?] conversation Sam expects never pops up.


Every time they finish a case, every time they hop in the Impala, Sam can feel the weight of Dean’s sneaky glances on him. He knows what Dean is waiting for. [Just drop me off the next bus stop, I can find my way back to Palo Alto fine] or [This town looks nice, think I’ll settle down here and live that apple-pie life I’ve always wanted. Feel free to call.] or [Bye, Dean].

Sam wants to say [I’m not gonna leave, Dean], [[It’s you and me against the world, don’t you get it? You and me], or [I love you, Dean]. But he doesn’t say anything. All he says is “I just found a case about 30 miles from here, wanna check it out?” “It’s probably time to fill out a new credit card app” and “We are almost out of silver bullets, lets do a full inventory when we stop next”.

Dean drives with his full attention on the road ahead these days. Sam likes to look at his brother’s profile from the side. The wrinkles around Dean’s eyes (Sam hasn’t seen them amplified when Dean really laughs in a long, long time), his full eyelashes and light freckles, the outline of his nose and lips.

[Come on, Dean, figure it out. It's as obvious as 1+1, you already know the answer, you just have to believe it.], Sam thinks.

***

In Montana they try to talk a ghost into walking toward the light instead of lingering for her husband. “You belong to two different worlds now, just let go and let him find his own happiness”, Dean said.

Of course at the end they have to walk along the highway to find every piece of her body to salt and burn. “Stubborn bitch”, Dean whines as he fights off the mud on his boots. On the way to the next town Sam stares out of the window and tries to fight the boiling anger in his chest without saying a word.

Sam sees a local Ads for some wedding ceremony service on the counter when they check in. On the way up to their room he can’t quit hold it anymore.

“Dean, do you remember what Joshua told us? About how God granted us free passes to heaven?”

“And?”

“That means even if anything happens to us now, we’ll still see each other in Winchester land right away. We are so far from normal that even the Till Death Do Us Apart thing they say in weddings doesn’t apply to us.”

[This is me saying forever, Dean.]

Dean turns his head so Sam can see him tilting his eyebrows. “Okay, honey, I’ll remember to come up with a new wedding vow for us.”

***

Dean doesn’t quit need half a bottle of whiskey and a twelve pack to fall asleep anymore. He still reaches for the flask under the bed when he jerks awake in the middle of the night, but Sam is willing to wait. He has the rest of his life to recover, bit by bit, the parts of Dean buried by forty years of hell and the apocalypse.

***

Sam puts himself on dinner duty on Thanksgiving. He comes back with two buckets of extra crispy and a six pack. Dean looks at the food for two full seconds before he asks, “No salad? Are you sure you are my brother?”

“No, I am some random high school kid who swapped meat with Sam” Sam puts down the buckets and reaches for the remote.

***

Sam still gets those sideway glances from Dean. Even more frequently lately. He can tell Dean is still waiting for something, but he doesn’t figure out what until, well. He’s pumping gas and he sees by chance Dean staring at Sam’s chest through the side mirror.

Oh.

Sam casually adjusts the collar of his shirt before he gets into the car. Of course the amulet ends up on top of the shirt instead of hidden underneath this time.

Dean quickly looks at the necklace without saying a word. He doesn’t even turn on the music when they get on the highway.

After half an hour of silence Dean finally clears his throat. “When are you gonna give it back to me?”

[When you believe when I say I love you]

“What, this?” Sam pulls on the leather cord, unable to hold his smug grin anymore. “I don’t know, Dean, I picked this up from a trash can, which makes it mine now. I think it suits me.”

Deans eyes widen in disbelief before he turns his head. Oh that look. After a minute or two of the best poker face Dean can manage, he lets out a “bitch” under his breath.

Sam looks at the trees on the side of the road, feeling ridiculously happy.

***

Dean sits on the edge of the bed when he does their usual weapon maintenance. The pile of guns on the left side of the table gets moved to the right one by one. Sam’s just finished folding the whites, he stands up to reach for the dark basket, that’s when his eyes get caught by the sight.

Dean is cleaning his favorite 1911colt, humming Back in Black to himself. His shoulders are relaxed, and the corners of his mouth are tilted upward. It’s been a long time since Dean put down his guard around Sam like this.

“What?” Dean looks up to stop Sam from staring.

“Nothing”. Embarrassed, Sam grabs the other basket to resume laundry folding. Maybe it’s almost time to give back the amulet. It's almost Christmas, after all.