Entry tags:
SPN: Excuses
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: It's the thirty-first of December, or maybe it's the first of January. For![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
feywood.
Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
It's typical. It's the thirty-first of December, or maybe it's the first of January, it's freezing cold, it's really, really dark, and Sam is lying in wait for a creature that'll hopefully be thick enough to fall into their trap. There are a thousand, thousand things wrong with this plan, and Sam's not really looking forward to finding out which part of it is going to fall apart first. Because it's almost guaranteed it will fall apart; that's their luck all over.
It would be better if he was at least spending the night with Dean by his side. Okay, he'd probably get irritating, but even if he doesn't care all that much about this new year crap, Sam kind of doesn't want to be alone for it.
Also, with Dean acting as bait for the critter... well, it's obvious, isn't it?
Sam sighs, squirms deeper into the damp little hidey-hole. His clothes are going to be all muddy, and he's not sure he'll ever be warm again. Thinking of what they could be doing doesn't help -- okay, it'd only be sitting in some dingy bar with a beer, or sitting in a motel bar with some beer, but. But they'd be together. And maybe, maybe he could've used it -- the new year -- as an excuse to finally kiss his brother. He doesn't think he's misread the messages in Dean's eyes, and he's wanted it so long. But. Fuck, it's not easy, you know?
Sam thinks that he might finally do it anyway. If they both come out of this unscathed, which would be a fucking miracle (please God, amen). He'll kiss Dean, finally get to hold him close enough and tight enough that he can pretend they'll never be parted again. He'll --
There's rustling in the bushes nearby. Sam's hand steals to his gun.
Time enough for all that later.
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: It's the thirty-first of December, or maybe it's the first of January. For
feywood.Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
It's typical. It's the thirty-first of December, or maybe it's the first of January, it's freezing cold, it's really, really dark, and Sam is lying in wait for a creature that'll hopefully be thick enough to fall into their trap. There are a thousand, thousand things wrong with this plan, and Sam's not really looking forward to finding out which part of it is going to fall apart first. Because it's almost guaranteed it will fall apart; that's their luck all over.
It would be better if he was at least spending the night with Dean by his side. Okay, he'd probably get irritating, but even if he doesn't care all that much about this new year crap, Sam kind of doesn't want to be alone for it.
Also, with Dean acting as bait for the critter... well, it's obvious, isn't it?
Sam sighs, squirms deeper into the damp little hidey-hole. His clothes are going to be all muddy, and he's not sure he'll ever be warm again. Thinking of what they could be doing doesn't help -- okay, it'd only be sitting in some dingy bar with a beer, or sitting in a motel bar with some beer, but. But they'd be together. And maybe, maybe he could've used it -- the new year -- as an excuse to finally kiss his brother. He doesn't think he's misread the messages in Dean's eyes, and he's wanted it so long. But. Fuck, it's not easy, you know?
Sam thinks that he might finally do it anyway. If they both come out of this unscathed, which would be a fucking miracle (please God, amen). He'll kiss Dean, finally get to hold him close enough and tight enough that he can pretend they'll never be parted again. He'll --
There's rustling in the bushes nearby. Sam's hand steals to his gun.
Time enough for all that later.