tectonictigress
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“Do you remember…Toni Bevell?”
Dean snorts. “Crumpets and tea in a pantsuit? How could I forget?”
Sam has to tear the words from his throat. “I think she raped me.”
For a second there’s nothing but a terrible silence. Then Dean bursts into laughter. Sam can do nothing but watch as Dean cracks up–not even just giggles, full blown guffaws of mirth.
“Yeah, alright,” Dean snickers. “Now be serious, Sam.”
(OR: Sam makes a mistake)
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Take care of Sammy.
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The Impala's low rumble is like a lullaby following them on their track across the highway. It's alright. Dean is there next to him. Sam tries to tell himself that as he settles a little deeper into the seat, the leather squeaking. Sam tries to focus on the world outside flying by. He tries to ignore the knife burning a hole in his pocket.
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Sam watches them quietly from across the table, beer bottle loosely grasped between his fingers. Dean and his mom share a memory Sam doesn't remember. He watches Mary and searches her expression as she smiles at something his brother says - face ignited, dimples showing as she laughs.
It looks so effortless watching the two of them - connecting, remembering, talking. It should be easy. Right? She's his mom, after all. She's his mom, and yet-
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Sam isn't used to having admirers. But he really can't ignore the gifts.