Who: Dean and Sam Winchester What: Brothers. Mocking. The Usual When: Sunday afternoon Where: Sam’s place Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-Going
Dean didn’t see his brother as much here as he did at home, but he’d long ago decided that was for the best. Sam was getting his own life here, a real, civilian life and he was good at it. A lot better than Dean. He didn’t need his big brother dragging him into crap again, not when he’d really and truly gotten out of the life. It had taken travelling to some weirdo pocket dimension to do it, but he’d done it. It was fine if they didn’t see each other all day every day.
Because they didn’t, Dean hadn’t seen Sam since the whole proposal thing had happened. Yes, he’d heard about it. Sara he did see almost every day, just because they actually lived together. And because he hadn’t seen Sam, he hadn’t had a chance to properly mock his brother for what had happened. Yes, Dean knew he hadn’t had control over it, yes he knew his brother wasn’t actually that stupid. But still. What kind of brother would he be if he didn’t poke a little fun?
He showed up on Sam’s doorstep with a sixpack, waiting until his brother came to the door and holding it up. “I’d better be your best man.”